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late drabble, bad Jack!
Waaay over the deadline, but here's my answer to this week's "goodbye" challenge over at
wednesday100:
"Farewell"
Jor-El stands beside me, pontificating. He loves making pompous, portentious speeches, and this is the opportunity of his lifetime.
"You carry with you the hope and destiny of our entire planet, my son."
He drones sonorously on; eventually I stop listening. I've heard it all before. Hours of his lectures are programmed into the vehicle he's built, but no machine could relay my love to Kal-El, or my grief over having to abandon him.
Jor-El finally finishes. I watch the tiny craft that cradles our child rise into the sky until its glint of reflected light is lost among the stars.
would you like some smut with that?
"Farewell"
Jor-El stands beside me, pontificating. He loves making pompous, portentious speeches, and this is the opportunity of his lifetime.
"You carry with you the hope and destiny of our entire planet, my son."
He drones sonorously on; eventually I stop listening. I've heard it all before. Hours of his lectures are programmed into the vehicle he's built, but no machine could relay my love to Kal-El, or my grief over having to abandon him.
Jor-El finally finishes. I watch the tiny craft that cradles our child rise into the sky until its glint of reflected light is lost among the stars.
would you like some smut with that?