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sunday_reveries. Characters referenced without permission, but with much love! <3
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
- C.S. Lewis
Kon hadn't left Cissie's apartment since Bart's birthday. And before that, he'd barely been out since the break-up. But finally he rolled off the couch and floated himself over to a mirror. He looked like crap. He hadn't showered in days, he needed to shave, his hair was sticking up strangely, his breath probably stunk because he hadn't done much teeth brushing.
He hadn't been able to muster up the energy. Hadn't been able to care about anything besides the fact that he'd lost Cassie and Tim.
Fuck it. Love had gotten him to this point. And it wasn't worth it. Every damn time he'd fallen in love it had just ended up badly. Tana died, Knockout was evil, Cassie and Tim fell for each other. Enough was enough.
If love was only going to hurt him, then no more. Kon didn't need to love people. He could seal off his heart. He'd keep it to himself, give it to no one.
He stripped off his costume--he needed to do laundry--and stepped into the shower as if sleep walking. The hot water felt good. Dirt washed away until he couldn't smell the last traces of Tim's cologne or Cassie's shampoo. He scrubbed his body again and again until he was out of soap and there was a hole in the washcloth. He'd replace them. He was clean now, though.
He stepped out and shaved and combed his hair.
Almost presentable.
But you're never fully dressed without a smile. Kon stood naked in front of the mirror and stared at himself.
His first attempt was more of a grimace. Softer. Now he just looked like he was putting on a brave face. He needed his eyes to be into it too. He tried again. Almost there. Again. There it was. That signature Superboy grin. He pulled his S-shield shirt on and put on a pair of jeans. Shrugged a leather jacket over his shoulder. Time to go.
No club was going to turn down Superboy, the hero who had saved so many lives so many times. Plus, he was dead sexy. Ten minutes later and he was inside, pushed up against body after body of beautiful, wonderful strangers.
He hooked up with a girl with thick brown hair and blue eyes--she didn't remind him of Tim, not at all--and a big smile. She and another girl tried to get Kon to go home with them, but he said no--too painful, no threesomes, they don't end well--the night was just getting started. He made his way from warm body to warm body, kissing, feeling, not sticking around for too long. None of them knew him for anything but the S on his chest and the smile on his face. They could brag to their friends that they'd danced with Superboy, or kissed him, grabbed his ass, and he could lose himself in the sensations. Worked out for everyone.
He left around one AM with a blond boy who was all too happy for it to be a one night stand. Kon was his hero. Lucky him, being boned by his hero.
No one noticed he was miserable, so maybe he wasn't miserable after all.
After all the sex was--not as good as it had been--pretty damn good. He felt better than he had since before the break-up. He didn't need love. He could just--hide the hurt, didn't need to feel it--stay free and wild, spreading the Superboy, nay, Superjoy. He could--repress, like Tim had, like Cassie had, maybe if he was repressed and in control of his feelings they'd want him again--live large, live well. He didn't need love.
He woke up at dawn before the person he'd gone home with did. He pulled on his pants and slipped out through the window. His heart was sealed off from pain. He could just live life without love and be happy and unhurt. And nothing else mattered now. If Tim and Cassie decided to stay together? Great. He wanted his friends to be happy. And if his friends could be happy together--please don't, he couldn't take that--that was great. Wouldn't hurt him. Couldn't hurt him. Fucking brilliant plan.
And if the feelingless fucks left his heart feeling empty, he wouldn't need to notice that either.
sunday_reveries. Characters referenced without permission, but with much love! <3"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
- C.S. Lewis
Kon hadn't left Cissie's apartment since Bart's birthday. And before that, he'd barely been out since the break-up. But finally he rolled off the couch and floated himself over to a mirror. He looked like crap. He hadn't showered in days, he needed to shave, his hair was sticking up strangely, his breath probably stunk because he hadn't done much teeth brushing.
He hadn't been able to muster up the energy. Hadn't been able to care about anything besides the fact that he'd lost Cassie and Tim.
Fuck it. Love had gotten him to this point. And it wasn't worth it. Every damn time he'd fallen in love it had just ended up badly. Tana died, Knockout was evil, Cassie and Tim fell for each other. Enough was enough.
If love was only going to hurt him, then no more. Kon didn't need to love people. He could seal off his heart. He'd keep it to himself, give it to no one.
He stripped off his costume--he needed to do laundry--and stepped into the shower as if sleep walking. The hot water felt good. Dirt washed away until he couldn't smell the last traces of Tim's cologne or Cassie's shampoo. He scrubbed his body again and again until he was out of soap and there was a hole in the washcloth. He'd replace them. He was clean now, though.
He stepped out and shaved and combed his hair.
Almost presentable.
But you're never fully dressed without a smile. Kon stood naked in front of the mirror and stared at himself.
His first attempt was more of a grimace. Softer. Now he just looked like he was putting on a brave face. He needed his eyes to be into it too. He tried again. Almost there. Again. There it was. That signature Superboy grin. He pulled his S-shield shirt on and put on a pair of jeans. Shrugged a leather jacket over his shoulder. Time to go.
No club was going to turn down Superboy, the hero who had saved so many lives so many times. Plus, he was dead sexy. Ten minutes later and he was inside, pushed up against body after body of beautiful, wonderful strangers.
He hooked up with a girl with thick brown hair and blue eyes--she didn't remind him of Tim, not at all--and a big smile. She and another girl tried to get Kon to go home with them, but he said no--too painful, no threesomes, they don't end well--the night was just getting started. He made his way from warm body to warm body, kissing, feeling, not sticking around for too long. None of them knew him for anything but the S on his chest and the smile on his face. They could brag to their friends that they'd danced with Superboy, or kissed him, grabbed his ass, and he could lose himself in the sensations. Worked out for everyone.
He left around one AM with a blond boy who was all too happy for it to be a one night stand. Kon was his hero. Lucky him, being boned by his hero.
No one noticed he was miserable, so maybe he wasn't miserable after all.
After all the sex was--not as good as it had been--pretty damn good. He felt better than he had since before the break-up. He didn't need love. He could just--hide the hurt, didn't need to feel it--stay free and wild, spreading the Superboy, nay, Superjoy. He could--repress, like Tim had, like Cassie had, maybe if he was repressed and in control of his feelings they'd want him again--live large, live well. He didn't need love.
He woke up at dawn before the person he'd gone home with did. He pulled on his pants and slipped out through the window. His heart was sealed off from pain. He could just live life without love and be happy and unhurt. And nothing else mattered now. If Tim and Cassie decided to stay together? Great. He wanted his friends to be happy. And if his friends could be happy together--please don't, he couldn't take that--that was great. Wouldn't hurt him. Couldn't hurt him. Fucking brilliant plan.
And if the feelingless fucks left his heart feeling empty, he wouldn't need to notice that either.
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Also... sad. Bart is sad for his friend. :(
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Kon says Bart shouldn't be sad. Look how HAPPY he is now!
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Bart says he's going to be sad, dammit, and you can't stop him! :P
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;)
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Btw, Matt Farrell (who I also play) is totes up for being a rebound >___>
"No one noticed he was miserable, so maybe he wasn't miserable after all."
:( :((((((
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Also, you play Matt Farrell? Cool! I still haven't seen that movie, but every time I see him I think of the Mac adds. ANYWAY! Kon is up for that too! XD
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You should see it! I like it so much. @___@; I made Sirius!mun start to play John McClane, bwahahaha. Also I'm going to marry Justin Long, so. Yes.
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I should! Can I watch it without watching the other Die Hard movies?
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You can! Although I think those are also great. At least the first one. Mmm, Bruce Willis. The first and fourth (aka, the one with Matt) are my favorite.
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He doesn'always do it. But there was only so much angst the poor boy could handle!