slayers_desire | kidnapping Clark to a red-sun Earth

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clark,
victor

kidnapping Clark to a red-sun Earth

Things were bad. April had received a piece of silver kryptonite that had infected Clark with paranoia. Worse, the person she had thought had sent it actually had not. Which made her believe that Professor Fine, aka Brainaic, was behind the infection.

Clark had gone to the Nexus, where lucky Victor was able to intercept him. Through text messages and planning, April sent Victor the coordinates to an Earth with a red sun. One of the back-up plan places that April had established previously... just in case they ever had to deal with Clark in red Krpytonite or brainwashed state again.

She stood outside an apartment in the universe, waiting for Victor to show up. The red sun above her made her uneasy, but it was the only way to deal with Clark without his powers.

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She'd never heard of a Pockla demon, although she's always interested to hear about healers. Victor has a few important healer friends of her own, most recently she's met someone who can make her joints stop hurting when she's around him, which is thrilling and vaguely heartbreaking at the same time. It's always just a temporary relief. "He sounds awesome."

"Okay, that makes sense. Though... the visions. Do you control them? Do they cause you any discomfort?" She's a bit concerned to hear about the insanity on her mother's end. "And that empathetic power, do you know where that's drawn from? Do you get impressions in your mind of how people feel, or is it something else?"

Clark doesn't want to answer for his girlfriend, letting her decide what to say and how to say it, but he sits in silent support of her, absently rubbing his palm up and down her arm in small circles.

"They are about 60 per cent uncontrolled, and 40 per cent controlled. The uncontrolled ones usually come at night, when I dream. But when I need to see something... I usually get a good insight to what I need to know. I have only had them hurt me once or twice."

"And those were big visions. The kind were telekinesis, another mental powers I didn't even know I had were activated."

"My mother went insane mostly because of her turning. The vampire that created her... broke her mind with a lot of horrible things."

"As for my empathy... I more see the emotions of people through aura sight. That is why I knew Clark was infected with something bad. I saw a dark tendril in his aura. And that is usually how I know when I am talking to an alternate of Clark. Because this one..." She touches her boyfriends knee. "...Is just incredible if you could see his colors."

"I want to take those colors and recreate them in a big art assignment for this semester. If I could get my hands on the right metals."

"I'm really sorry," she says, gently. "About your mom."

And then her gaze turns, soft, to Clark. "I can imagine. Heck, he's a gorgeous fellow and all I get to see is his outside." It frustrates Victor, sometimes, how beautiful everyone she knows is. She feels outcast because of it, because her own self-image is so terrifically dim and distorted. Rather like some vampires of myth, Victor is unable to look in the mirror and see herself. "I can maybe help you out with the metals you need. I'm pretty into robotics, so... if you just tell me what you're thinking of, sometime, I can lend a hand on what you need and where to look."

And then: "Aura sight? I'd be, if it wouldn't be trouble, I'd, well. I'd like to know, what you see in me. If it wouldn't be, y' know, uh, a stupid thing to ask, I, um."

He looks a little embarrassed when April talks about his colors, and he wishes he could see what she sees sometimes. But he smiles, and tucks a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.

Speaking of his aura, it's recovering nicely, that dark tendril uprooted and gone before it could finish strangling his colors. They're still a little muted, a little subdued, but brightening all the time.

"It's not stupid," he assures Victor, giving her leg a gentle squeeze. "It's kind of comforting, knowing what you're really made of. What you look like to other people."

"You know. If you are not bothered by telepathic sensations in your mind... I could show you what the aura sight shows me when I look at Clark. Or even when I look at you."

"Your physical auric body has gray clusters, which tells me there are some health issues. The main etheric auric body is orangish-yellow, the signs of an intelligent, detail-oriented, scientific person. Also deep reds, showing me that you have strong will-power and are survival-oriented. I also see bright signs of pink light sparkling all over, showing me your artistic and affectionate side towards your friends, family and loved ones. And there are splashes of a dark forest green, relating to how you see yourself."

Because those dark greens tell April that Victor has low self-esteem, she is not going to detail them in great depth. What is more important is the other colors that are stronger in the other woman's aura.

((thanks for the note Victor-mun. Adjusted appropriately. As April is in a state of awareness, feel free to throw any visions at her that would be important to your pups))

Victor thinks she has an idea of what the dark green means, because she knows that her low self-esteem is an issue. Rationally, she understands it, but she can't mesh what she knows is a problem with what she's certain of, in her mind. It's like being aware that there are monsters in the closet, beyond a shadow of a doubt, but they're invisible monsters that speak another language and there's no way to get through to them.

"Golly, I'm a regular rainbow," she murmurs, splitting into a smile. "Thank you so much, I really like that. Ah. Though the gray might be worrisome, I know about that stuff. It's just joint-pain stuff, no big." She's in treatment, but she doesn't think it's improving any.

She glances to Clark, nudging him shoulder to shoulder and giving his wrist a gentle squeeze right back. She is so carefully affectionate. "If it'd be okay, I'd love to see the way his aura looks like. I don't usually let folks into my brainplace, but just to take a peek, I think it'd be just fine."

"I am totally okay with it," he tells her with a smile. He's glad that she trusts April enough to let her into her head, and he gives April's hand a slight squeeze, letting her know that it really is okay with him. That he trusts her, no matter what he said when he was hallucinating.

Settling herself, April reaches out her gifts to touch both Clark and Victor minds. The telepathic touch is gentle. Soft enough that they will only receive and not worry about any secrets being overheard.

As April's senses were seeing Victor first, it is that aura that is shared between the thought-link. Then slowly she shifts over to Clark.

Of course Clark's physical auric aura is a clear red, showing that he is powerful, energetic, competitive and a passionate person.

Then for his etheric auric body, the main color is blue, the colors of a person who is calm, and collected, and also caring, loving, who love to help others, is sensitive and intuitive. There is a shining light of bright royal blue that says Clark is on the right path to his destiny of being a hero; and that new opportunities are coming.

Speaking softly, April mentions, "It changes slightly when his persona alters. Kal has more orange colors when he is in control. And the brainwashed Kal-El had an orangish-yellow coloration."

It's good that she's just skimming the surface of her brain, because Victor's mind is full of traps, full of pitfalls to keep out intruders. She wouldn't have let April get hurt, go anywhere near those traps, but it's still good that they're not even at the trap level.

It's strange to see herself like this, but not unpleasant. Those sickly gray splotches like bald spots, the other colors vibrant, she feels proud of the mingling shades. And then she sees Clark's. "Isn't that pretty." Red and blue, and there's a big chunk of her that is not surprised at all by that combination. "That's interesting," she says, so softly. "Even down to the soul."

He's fascinated by Victor's aura. The colors shouldn't go together, mixed together with no regard for artistic balance, but it's very her in its mismatchedness. And there's a kind of strange beauty about it, only marred by those gray blotches.

Clark's never gotten the chance to see his own aura quite like this, and he can tell that right now it has to be a little off, and while they watch he can see the slightest brightening of the aura and the way the light of the sun soaks in and strengthens him. "I wonder if they're my favorite colors because of this," he says out loud, and he can see why April loves to watch him and his aura.

Softly disconnecting from their minds, April feels a brush of a whisper at the back of hers for a second. And stares out-of-focus as the vision takes priority in her mind.

"Thank you so much, for showin' us," Victor says, completely unaware of what's going on in April's mind, figuring that maybe she's just recovering from visiting other brains.

Clark, more used to seeing April's reactions to her powers, holds her hand in his and watches her in concern. Nothing's floating yet, so that's a good sign, he hopes. "What do you see?" he asks gently.

She draws several sharp breaths when the vision stops. And softly grasps Clark's hand in response. "I was standing at a mirror. Looking at my own aura. When... a green glow appeared at my core. And slowly... spread out and consumed everything."

"It was like watching that dark tendril take over your aura."

"Sorry... for spacing out."

At first, green glow didn't sound so bad, but when she uses words like 'dark tendril' and 'take over' it sounds significantly less good, and Victor frowns a little. "Did you get any other impressions from it?"

Clark doesn't have very good associations with the color green, so he's concerned from the get-go. He squeezes her hand a little, trying not to look overly concerned, but unable to hide it completely. "Don't apologize. It sounds important."

"I have seen it before. In shared visions with Cordelia. Its the symbol of an evil force in Rome. The thing that brought back Jasmine. And The Beast."

April shivers slightly. "The voices are warning me of an attack."

Okay, now none of these words sound like good words, and she reaches over to touch the back of her shoulder, lightly. "I'm really sorry. Um. At, at least you've got a warning? What can we do to help?"

Clark is really worried, especially in light of what just happened to him. He hugs her tightly. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

It is really reassuring to have offers of help from both of them. "I am thinking I need to break some of my own rules about knowing about my dimension. And watch the TV series to learn about these enemies."

"Can you help me with that?"

It is really super against her own rules, and she has this little anxious jolt thinking about it. Victor is a person who is governed but what she will or will not allow herself to do. "We... we could marathon or something, if you want. Who're your folks? What's the series?"

Clark nods in agreement. He has issues with spoilers himself, and walks a very fine line between cheating and gathering information, but if this is what she wants to do and thinks it's best, he's behind her all the way. "Whatever you feel is the right course of action, I'm with you," he promises, giving her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

This is the hardest thing April ever had to say. "I... I was never a character in the TV series. Or the comics. So there won't be much spoilerage for myself. I just need to learn about these enemies."

"It is called the Buffyverse. There were two TV shows, one based off Buffy and the Scoobies in Sunnydale. And one based off Angel and his allies in Los Angeles. My parents were Spike and Drusila."

((hitting the road. be back later tonight))

There's recognition, even if it isn't on her face, or in her body-language. This is a series she's familiar with, but she's used to turning off visible reactions to shows in front of the people who live there. "I can... hook you up. If you're sure about it. If it'd make you more comfortable for me to rewatch relevant episodes and report back to you, I can do that too."

She can imagine how unnerving it would be to watch loved ones on television, see intimate parts of their lives that she was never meant to see, their breakdowns, their indiscretions. Victor watched Doctor Who before she met the Doctor, but she's watched the show afterwards too, seeing where he's straying from the series, and (well) watching one of her favorite shows. And there were episodes that broke her heart, left her clinging onto him, tense and worried and unable to tell him why.

((Have fun!))

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