The court jester and his wife were joking together, his motley raiment a match for the Elongated Man's colors.
Eeeeeeeeee!
He was still scanning the crowd when the heavy walnut doors burst open and a young man entered the room, striding into the center. Beneath a mop of unruly black hair, blue eyes met his with a mix of sullenness and something close to entreaty. A gold hoop glittered in one ear, and he wore black leathers.
Kon!!!!!!!!!!! Kon... Oh, Kon... *pets him and Clark*
As Clark talked with his son about the trip to Camelot, he couldn't help but wonder how Morgaine had felt when she discovered that her beloved, spoiled son Mordred had somehow morphed into Superman's young clone.
*falls over laughing* I bet she was... less than pleased. :p
"No!" cried Clark, leaping to his feet, but Gawain and Galahad and Percival had gone to their knees before the vision, pledging themselves to the quest. Clark saw Sir Ector kneeling carefully on arthritic legs and nearly jumped to keep his foster father from this vow, but the light fixed him in place. "No," he whispered, staring around the room. "Don't leave me."
*huggles Clark*
"It can't be changed," Clark said through the hubbub as the room emptied around them, unheeding. "It will all go as it did, to the bitter end." His throat was tight as he watched Gawain clap Mordred on the back. He met Lancelot's eyes. "We can't change it."
"Maybe not," said Bruce. "Maybe not in the big ways. But we'll try to change the small things. Our own actions."
"Don't leave me," whispered Clark.
A small smile touched Bruce's mouth. "Never, my liege lord."
*wibbles* *huggles them*
Bruce sighed. "Galahad is with Percival and Bors--Tim and Jason. It's altogether likely that they'll get fighting amongst themselves so much they'll never find the Grail at all." He smiled, but it was strained.
Hee!!! And Jason, eeee! :D
"It kills him," Bruce added, and Diana winced and looked down at her diagrams again.
*huggles Bruce*
What Bruce would have responded was lost forever as the door burst open and a knight with a distinct resemblance to Ted Kord fell into the room.
Eeeeeee! Ted! :D
"There is an army massing to the south. It's led by Sir Mordred. It marches on Camelot."
Oh no...
The chair crashed to the floor as Diana leapt to her feet. "You dare?" she hissed. "I am a warrior and I shall be on the field of battle by the side of my friends, and you will not gainsay me."
Hee! *hearts Diana*
"Clark, I think the phrase you're looking for is 'I'm sorry and I was wrong,'" said Bruce. "Because neither of us are leaving your side."
"I don't want to fail you too," Clark said.
"You never could," they both said in unison, then laughed as if they were sharing a joke that Clark wasn't in on.
Aww. *glomps them*
Kon's set glare flickered for a moment, and Clark could see the misery and yearning behind it. "You never called me that. Never acknowledged me. She told me I'd have to rip that recognition from you."
Oh, Kon... *pets him*
"It's never too late," Diana said quietly beside him, her presence as solid as the earth.
"I...I can't believe you," Kon wavered, the sneering surety falling away to reveal a lost boy.
"You can believe him. You can believe all of us. Come home, Kon," said Bruce, his voice low but carrying.
The armored shoulders slumped as if letting go of a great weight. Kon took one step forward, then another. There was no sound but the meadowlark's liquid music.
*huggles them all*
He should have known it was going to happen, that his hopes were going to be thwarted yet again, the old legend's grip too strong to break. There was a movement in the grass--an asp, some bit of vermin--and one of the Saxon knights panicked, his sword slithering from its sheath, catching the sunlight in a flash of silver.
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Part 2
Date: 2009-01-17 07:31 pm (UTC)Eeeeeeeeee!
He was still scanning the crowd when the heavy walnut doors burst open and a young man entered the room, striding into the center. Beneath a mop of unruly black hair, blue eyes met his with a mix of sullenness and something close to entreaty. A gold hoop glittered in one ear, and he wore black leathers.
Kon!!!!!!!!!!! Kon... Oh, Kon... *pets him and Clark*
As Clark talked with his son about the trip to Camelot, he couldn't help but wonder how Morgaine had felt when she discovered that her beloved, spoiled son Mordred had somehow morphed into Superman's young clone.
*falls over laughing* I bet she was... less than pleased. :p
"No!" cried Clark, leaping to his feet, but Gawain and Galahad and Percival had gone to their knees before the vision, pledging themselves to the quest. Clark saw Sir Ector kneeling carefully on arthritic legs and nearly jumped to keep his foster father from this vow, but the light fixed him in place. "No," he whispered, staring around the room. "Don't leave me."
*huggles Clark*
"It can't be changed," Clark said through the hubbub as the room emptied around them, unheeding. "It will all go as it did, to the bitter end." His throat was tight as he watched Gawain clap Mordred on the back. He met Lancelot's eyes. "We can't change it."
"Maybe not," said Bruce. "Maybe not in the big ways. But we'll try to change the small things. Our own actions."
"Don't leave me," whispered Clark.
A small smile touched Bruce's mouth. "Never, my liege lord."
*wibbles* *huggles them*
Bruce sighed. "Galahad is with Percival and Bors--Tim and Jason. It's altogether likely that they'll get fighting amongst themselves so much they'll never find the Grail at all." He smiled, but it was strained.
Hee!!! And Jason, eeee! :D
"It kills him," Bruce added, and Diana winced and looked down at her diagrams again.
*huggles Bruce*
What Bruce would have responded was lost forever as the door burst open and a knight with a distinct resemblance to Ted Kord fell into the room.
Eeeeeee! Ted! :D
"There is an army massing to the south. It's led by Sir Mordred. It marches on Camelot."
Oh no...
The chair crashed to the floor as Diana leapt to her feet. "You dare?" she hissed. "I am a warrior and I shall be on the field of battle by the side of my friends, and you will not gainsay me."
Hee! *hearts Diana*
"Clark, I think the phrase you're looking for is 'I'm sorry and I was wrong,'" said Bruce. "Because neither of us are leaving your side."
"I don't want to fail you too," Clark said.
"You never could," they both said in unison, then laughed as if they were sharing a joke that Clark wasn't in on.
Aww. *glomps them*
Kon's set glare flickered for a moment, and Clark could see the misery and yearning behind it. "You never called me that. Never acknowledged me. She told me I'd have to rip that recognition from you."
Oh, Kon... *pets him*
"It's never too late," Diana said quietly beside him, her presence as solid as the earth.
"I...I can't believe you," Kon wavered, the sneering surety falling away to reveal a lost boy.
"You can believe him. You can believe all of us. Come home, Kon," said Bruce, his voice low but carrying.
The armored shoulders slumped as if letting go of a great weight. Kon took one step forward, then another. There was no sound but the meadowlark's liquid music.
*huggles them all*
He should have known it was going to happen, that his hopes were going to be thwarted yet again, the old legend's grip too strong to break. There was a movement in the grass--an asp, some bit of vermin--and one of the Saxon knights panicked, his sword slithering from its sheath, catching the sunlight in a flash of silver.
Oh... *wibbles*