Just a bit about Violet's living with the Kents
Who would have thought living in the country side could be this good?
Clean air. Miles and miles of open land of pastures and fields, grooves too. Clear blue skies and an endless shining warmth of the sun. Nights so quiet it seem like a dream, with a sky exploded with stars. Every day was like treasure, with a swimming hole discovered to enjoy. Picking apples or any sort of vegetation, you enjoyed apple picking.
Long walks along the dirt path into town, humble and pleasant people in a bliss of kindness and no malice. It was a different feel, people knowing others in a sort personal and familia way. Brought out a smile you didn't know you had, and you liked it.
Whenever you went in town, it was filled with family-owned places. For the most part, still, it was. Most, though not many knew your name not what you are, which fine.
Starting fresh, as you came to see it.
Everyday just waking up before the sun rise just to watch it or right when its light lite up your room waking you. Sometimes the smell of homemade apple biscuits woke you. Mrs. Kent calling for you downstairs or a certain eager teen knocking on your door or window did the trick.
For some reason you enjoyed sleeping and the dreams you had where mellow, not to mention the voices where quiet and still.
It was weird, but nice. You'd come to enjoy waking at times early to help Mrs. Kent with breakfast or you'd do it you, you couldn't remember the last time you cooked like this. The last time was with Kory and Dick, actually it was with John, an attempt you knew not to ever try again.
Yes, country life seem to suit you well.
"Just about done," you tell yourself, opening the oven take a look at two pies baking.
One was apple the other strawberry, together both made a lovely aroma that filled the house. It was good thing no one was home, the Kent's went out and Conner was somewhere. Leaving you home.
Looking closer the crust on each pie was browning well. A tinge of golden brown was showing. Highlighting it. Recalling what Alfred taught you shut the oven door and leave them in for a few more minutes.
What to do now? You look around the kitchen, dishes where done and everything was in order. Mrs. Kent or she prefers to be called, Ma, liked her kitchen cleaned. Walking out the room, across to the living room to see if there was something to do, find it well cleaned.
The room was so cozy, two chairs in the corner on sofa in between them. A nice red oval area rug with white, blue, and some grey designs. A fireplace with a few family pictures decorating the mantle. A few hanging on the wall. A few books to the side, a large window with white drapes. A typical country side living room.
One of the few places you enjoyed.
You laughed for a moment, thinking of Conner and how he often he was found asleep rather wildly on the couch. Each time seem to be a strange position. Each time you'd find him, try to be as quiet as you could and take his picture or do something else.
You weren't sure if he knew or not. With nothing to do here leave to the rooms on the first floor, while you looked for something to pass the time as the pies baked someone returned home.
Right away they get hit with an aroma of cinnamon and sweet. Activating a sudden hunger, that seem to come whenever they knew you where making something.
Curious to see they go to the kitchen and pop their head in, finding no one. Not even you. It was odd, wanting to go find you was what they where going to do if temptation wasn't stronger. The oven was left alone, you weren't here which meant they could take some of whatever you made and get some of it before you returned.
Grinning from ear to ear at their clever idea fly a short distance to the oven, open it inhale the delicious scent, reaches in a bare hand stops pulling it back quickly find an oven mitt and put it on. Reaching back into the oven take out both pies a gleam of joy in their blue-gray eyes. Set them down on the counter.
"A knife," they said taking off the mitt setting it down turn around to get one, come face to face with your upsetting and annoyed eyes. "Ah! Violet!" Conner jumped back.
You raise a irksome brow and tone to match. "Conner, just what are doing?"
He swallowed under your hard gaze, tried to look away and avoid the question you asked knowing well you knew why.
"Well," he coughed, "I just...I just came to you..you know." He used his hands to emphasize.
"No, I don't know, so please," a small growl emitted from your throat, take a step closer, he leaned back. " inform me."
Conner tried to grin it quickly dropped. "Well," he continued looking away no response came. Sighed. " I was just going to take a slice, nothing too big. It was barely going to be noticeable."
"Barely noticeable?," you move him aside, " for someone who has DNA of a intelligent man what you said makes absolutely no sense."
He chuckled a bit realizing it was true. You smirk a little setting the pies on the open window seal so they could off. It wasn't raining and the day was clear and fresh.
"Fair," he agreed stood behind you, leaned over arms on either side sort of locking you in, stared out the window with you.
The dirt road was clear no one was coming, a few of the chickens roamed across the front, the family dog slept under the tree not to far from the house. Everything was still and peaceful.
"So what are the pies for?" He asked breaking the moment. "Since they're not for me."
He was stupid, you shake your head with a small laugh. He leaned in closer closing the slight gap between you both. You could feel his chest lightly pressed on your back and feel his fluttering heart slowly settle. This time faster than before.
"Well, I just decided to make them. Needed to pass the time while everyone was out and you at school." You tell him.
"So are they for me or not?" His voice lowered warmly, leaning close to your ear. You felt his breath on your neck it tickled.
It was not to laugh a little. "They're not for you, I just made them. So everyone can have some."
His eyes lite up. "So they are for me!"
You laugh. "Fine, yes they are."
He smiled victorious ear to ear. "I knew it, but you what, I think I'll wait for Ma and Pa to come home. Then we can all share."
"How kind," you roll your eyes. Lean back to stand up, bump into him. You forgot he was still there. "Sorry."
He didn't mind and pressed back, getting another laugh from you.
You nudge him to release you.
"What?" He laughed pressing his cheek to yours. "What am I doing?"
Moving a hand up slip between your cheek and his push him away still laughing.
"St-Stop." You tell him. Managing to move him away.
He stopped when you "defeated" him and moved away, giving you back your freedom. "Okay, okay. So besides pie baking, did anything else? Like shower?"
Your cheeks turn a light pink. "Conner, seriously? Why would I go and tell you that?"
He shrugged with a grin. "I was just a question, good hygiene is essential."
Ignoring that last question answer his first one.
"Just did some reading really. Checked my messages and stuff like that. Took a walk, fed the animals. Helped Pa fix the roof. The usual stuff."
"Did you check in on your dad?" He asked carefully.
Your face and mood dropped. A sadness and aching washed over you, it stung Conner and wish he hadn't said something.
"Vi," he said softly reached out and took your hands, your eyes dropped to the floor. Letting one hand go lifted it up lightly pinched the bottom of your chin and lifted it up to see your misted and dull eyes stare back.
He knew the answer, squeezed your hand. Rested his forehead on yours for a moment, switched it to a planted kiss there instead. You squeeze his hand and your eyes shut. Do your best to hold in the rising emotions ready to pour out.
Conner pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, cursing himself mentally.
John, you missed him. Despite the noble this you did realized Nergal was right in some aspect. Taking something precious. You did check on John, he was doing alright, looking for something. You saw him with the spell he was using that backfired.
You often wondered what he was looking for, he even went to Zatanna a few times. You didn't need to know why, you didn't want to know, she looked good. You missed her too.
"I'm okay," you muttered in his chest.
He didn't seem to believe you, but respected what you said and let you go. You lift your eyes to him, wanting to smile instead settled for half a smirk.
"Want some pie?" You offer, looking back the pies. "I'm sure they're cooked now."
"Yeah, okay." He said softly.
You walk over to them releasing his hand, he went to get two plates, forks and cups. Filled with them some of Ma's lemonade. You cut two slices, he took apple you took strawberry. Since it was a day, decided to eat outside on the patio swing.
It was delicious, it was quiet between you and Conner. The dog eventually came over a curled up under the swing. You ended up doing the same thanks to Conner, he managed to wrap an arm around and pull you against him. It didn't bother you as sleep crept over you, mixed with the warm gentle breeze and Conner's steady heartbeat drifted you to a peaceful slumber. He soon followed. Holding you close.
The two of remained that way even when Ma and Pa came home, the of them smile tenderly at the two embraced teens.
Taking out her phone Ma took a picture and sent it.
Feel his phone vibrate during an assignment Clark checked it seeing the text from his mom opened and smiled.
"Lois," he whispered.
She quickly gave him her attention. He showed her the message, she couldn't help but smile softly.
"Perfect."
