Title: Autumn’s Rainbow (1/1)
Warnings: Sap alert! ;)
Summary: Bruce marvels at autumn glory and Clark in equal measure.
Date Of Completion: September 22, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 28, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 609
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday, min_taiwan! I love your use of color as an artist, so I tried to paint those colors with words. :)
The brilliant cover is by the very talented ctbn60! As always, click on the picture for more detail. :)
Bruce quietly approached his sleeping lover under the ancient maple tree.
It was incredibly beautiful during this time of year on the Manor’s grounds. Trees of all species were in a full riot of color: blazing scarlet and golden maples, saffron-yellow ash, orange-golden sassafras mixed with red so startling it was pink. The evergreens and blue spruces and brown-yellow oaks were sprinkled in with the brighter colors.
Shrubs and bushes were also afire with color, soft pine needles a natural carpet underfoot. The air was crisp and the sky so blue that it reminded Bruce of Clark’s eyes.
He and Clark were dressed in costume, hidden away from prying eyes. Clark had promised to meet Bruce here, and Bruce had been so distracted that he hadn’t even thought to change. It didn’t matter. They were so deep in the woods surrounding the estate that they would be safe.
Bruce studied Clark, the strong Kryptonian body leaning against the rough trunk of the tree. Long legs were stretched out and crossed almost demurely, leaves scattered around Clark and on his costume, his cape spread out beneath him. Bruce smiled as a yellow maple leaf drifted down onto dark hair.
He took a deep breath, suddenly overwhelmed by the beauty spread out before him. It was like coming upon a wood nymph or a creature of the earth hidden away in these woods.
Clark was certainly a child of the stars, but he was deeply connected to the land, too. He had grown up on a farm and had learned the turn of the seasons, the rich smell of earth and growing things, corn and goldenrod and apples and so many other things that Kansas had to offer. He had worked with the soil and knew its texture beneath his fingers, heard the sounds of cicadas and robins and knew the caress of wind on his skin.
He was better connected to Nature than Bruce in his urban environment.
Silly Bruce! You have all this Nature here around you.
He could hear Clark’s voice in his head and smiled again.
True, he had enjoyed playing around the estate while growing up. He knew that Dick had loved it, too.
His hand trembled slightly as he curled his fingers in his cape.
Color was so much a part of Clark. Despite Bruce’s teasing of his ‘gaudy, primary colors’, he knew that the brightness suited his Beloved. He lived and breathed the colors of the rainbow, proud of his heritage’s colors, his Superman costume a herald that he carried into battle, yellow-and-scarlet cape flying proudly out behind him like a medieval standard, the banner of the House Of El.
Bruce’s fingers itched to remove the shimmering costume, to paint a canvas that would celebrate his lover’s nude perfection, his mind’s eye seeing the splashes of color accentuating the curve of hip or swell of buttock.
My beautiful Clark.
He loved Clark’s perfection, even more pronounced in this setting, awash with autumn’s rainbow.
He thought a little sadly of how he didn’t fit here in his somber black. Clark knew the joy of color while he knew the sadness of shadows.
It was in that moment that Clark opened his eyes.
Sparkling sapphire-blue met deep midnight-azure, and Clark held out his hand.
Bruce pushed back his cowl and took the hand, allowing himself to be drawn down to his smiling lover. He plucked the yellow maple leaf from Clark’s hair and held it out with a smile, his lover taking it and tucking it behind Bruce’s ear as they kissed, the wind blowing and a shower of leaves swirling down on their joined bodies.
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