Woah, this is beautiful. I'm not OP, but I've been hoping for a fill for this for ages, and this is just great. I'm usually not a big fan of 2nd person, but it works well enough here, and the whole thing is just so, so beautifully written, I love every single sentence.
Often, it's this constancy that sparks the anger, sets off the fulminations in your head. It gets you thinking about how you'll turn back to earth someday, be nothing but ash and dirt while Clark will remain for centuries, maybe, millennia, eons, until the sun expands into a red giant--and how here, in this moment, you can't leave a mark on him that lasts any longer than an exhale. This is so great. And then the bit about Bruce kissing the heated skin. Oh, and I love this here: You know what grief feels like. It isn't quite like this, but it's something that needs to be weathered, regardless. It can't be allayed by gentle words or fingers in your hair, as much as Clark always tries. It doesn't leave, only changes, steadily transmuting back into a slow anger, as inexorable as a lava flow.
And also, Bruce basically making Clark think of the kryptonite himself, cunning as always. ;D And holy shit, but the actual branding scene with the kryptonite is so fucking hot.
That ending, though, my heart! You broke it thoroughly, anon, I hope you're proud of yourself. I like that some kind of scar actually remains and that Bruce feels less possessive about it than reassured that Clark will remember him. Awwwww. Feels in my porn makes for the best porn. <3 Thanks for writing this!
Re: FILL: Forget-Me-Not - Bruce/Clark, branding
Often, it's this constancy that sparks the anger, sets off the fulminations in your head. It gets you thinking about how you'll turn back to earth someday, be nothing but ash and dirt while Clark will remain for centuries, maybe, millennia, eons, until the sun expands into a red giant--and how here, in this moment, you can't leave a mark on him that lasts any longer than an exhale.
This is so great. And then the bit about Bruce kissing the heated skin. Oh, and I love this here: You know what grief feels like. It isn't quite like this, but it's something that needs to be weathered, regardless. It can't be allayed by gentle words or fingers in your hair, as much as Clark always tries. It doesn't leave, only changes, steadily transmuting back into a slow anger, as inexorable as a lava flow.
And also, Bruce basically making Clark think of the kryptonite himself, cunning as always. ;D And holy shit, but the actual branding scene with the kryptonite is so fucking hot.
That ending, though, my heart! You broke it thoroughly, anon, I hope you're proud of yourself. I like that some kind of scar actually remains and that Bruce feels less possessive about it than reassured that Clark will remember him. Awwwww. Feels in my porn makes for the best porn. <3 Thanks for writing this!