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May. 1st, 2011 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThe funny thing about this verse is it will NEVER MAKE ANY SENSE TO ANYONE WHO HAS NOT READ THE KUSHIEL NOVELS.
Because I will never bother to actually write out a WHOLE VERSE.
He'd been conceived on a night of magic and sorcery.
It was not a story that his father had told him, no, nor a story that his mother had told him. Indeed it was a story that only the most fearless (and most brainless) of servants had dared whisper in his presence. That was how Conner had come to know of his conception, that was why he had chosen to approach his uncle about it.
His uncle who was also his father.
It had not been a dark and stormy night, it had instead been balmy; the air thick with humidity, a hint of ozone and the promise of a good storm later, but it had not stormed that night. Conner's father, Clark Kent also known as Kal of the house of El, the last descendent of the El lineage, had been friends since their teenage years. Conner was conceived two years before Clark had taken the thrown, he had been a toddler when Clark and Bruce le Wayne had staged their coup and placed the crown of Terre de Ange on its rightful owner's head. While Clark might claim that there was no way Lex could have known of his heritage Conner knew differently.
Lex was Kusheline and more than that he was a Luthor. The Luthor's could trace their line clear back to Kushiel himself. If anyone could have spotted the deposed and missing heir to the throne it would have been him.
"I seduced your father, Conner." Lex placed his hand reassuringly on Conner's shoulders as they wandered the night blooming garden hidden inside of Lex's house. It was Lex's own shrine to Elua, his personal shrine, and the courtyard was the only section of the house open to the sky. "I used lies, my body, and your mothers, and I did it all for you." Lex squeezed, his Uncle who was almost his father.
No Kusheline had ever sat on the throne, no Luthor except Lionel and that had been done with lies, deceit, and murder.
"Your father was destined for great things." His uncle let go of his shoulder and cupped, gently, the bloom of an expensive artfully crafted rose, a rose that bloomed only in the unforgiving soil of Kusheth and only when the moon reached its apex as it did now. "As are you."
Because I will never bother to actually write out a WHOLE VERSE.
He'd been conceived on a night of magic and sorcery.
It was not a story that his father had told him, no, nor a story that his mother had told him. Indeed it was a story that only the most fearless (and most brainless) of servants had dared whisper in his presence. That was how Conner had come to know of his conception, that was why he had chosen to approach his uncle about it.
His uncle who was also his father.
It had not been a dark and stormy night, it had instead been balmy; the air thick with humidity, a hint of ozone and the promise of a good storm later, but it had not stormed that night. Conner's father, Clark Kent also known as Kal of the house of El, the last descendent of the El lineage, had been friends since their teenage years. Conner was conceived two years before Clark had taken the thrown, he had been a toddler when Clark and Bruce le Wayne had staged their coup and placed the crown of Terre de Ange on its rightful owner's head. While Clark might claim that there was no way Lex could have known of his heritage Conner knew differently.
Lex was Kusheline and more than that he was a Luthor. The Luthor's could trace their line clear back to Kushiel himself. If anyone could have spotted the deposed and missing heir to the throne it would have been him.
"I seduced your father, Conner." Lex placed his hand reassuringly on Conner's shoulders as they wandered the night blooming garden hidden inside of Lex's house. It was Lex's own shrine to Elua, his personal shrine, and the courtyard was the only section of the house open to the sky. "I used lies, my body, and your mothers, and I did it all for you." Lex squeezed, his Uncle who was almost his father.
No Kusheline had ever sat on the throne, no Luthor except Lionel and that had been done with lies, deceit, and murder.
"Your father was destined for great things." His uncle let go of his shoulder and cupped, gently, the bloom of an expensive artfully crafted rose, a rose that bloomed only in the unforgiving soil of Kusheth and only when the moon reached its apex as it did now. "As are you."
