Author: Griffin16- obviously, me. I have Charmed and Lost fanfic so far, and am working on an X- men and another Smallville in case you want to check out some of my other work (please, please, please!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nada. That's it.
Rating: G- Thoughts like these are pure things.
How can words describe him? They can't. No, he is beyond any word humans ever thought up.
He is mystery. There are so many times he has been there, done things, that make no sense. He is always hiding, always an excuse, always, the guilt. Always, the weight of the world. What did he ever do that was so horrible his punishment is the sins of the world? There is darkness to his ever-blue eyes, a shadow of secrecy. A hidden depth, secret powers. But his furtiveness only adds to his allure.
He is kindness. Always there, a shoulder to cry on, strong arms to be held in, his comfort and strength so palpable it can be felt, a genuine thing. However he feels, he will be there to catch you if you fall, support you when you weaken, your steadfast hold on sanity, however crazy the world around you gets. He is always concerned, always worried, always protective, forever a friend. He holds you, and the world makes sense, the world is right.
He is beauty. He gives a whole new meaning to tall, dark, and handsome. Those blue eyes make you want to melt in his arms, and he even makes plaid and flannel look striking. His muscle and strength, toned to something beyond human. His strong jaw, accented by his dark hair. Hair ruffled and tousled, making you yearn to tenderly tame it, comb it with your fingers, yet so a part of him, you couldn't touch it. But his eyes- piercing, kind, strong, brilliant, intelligent, sad, alluring- they draw you in, the windows to his soul, hold you captive.
He is perfection. He has no right to be able to do this to me, make my heart flutter and steal my breath. I force myself to talk, to act normal, when every movement he makes- turning his head, moving those full lips, stretching his well-muscled form, even just walking, with that casual, confident stride- makes me want to tell him all about how I feel, how he has caught me with his charm. How I hate being alert to his presence every second. I am conscious of his every word, listening with all my might for some hint, the tone of his voice. I study his every emotion that passes across his face, looking for the one that will be my salvation.
I am Lois Lane.
But I have done the unforgivable. I am captive, a prisoner caught in his beautiful eyes. I have fallen ion love. With a god. With the unattainable. With Perfection.
Perfection called Clark Kent.