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Colour Coded by MythicDragonRider
Fandoms: Superman (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), DCU
12 Jun 2022
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Martha drives home from Smallville Elementary School at 11am on a Thursday. The rain spritzes her windscreen with droplets which the wiper pushes away in long, lazy strokes. The radio is playing some old song she never cared for, turned low. And her son is sitting in the passenger seat, breathing his way through the final throes of panic.
“That’s right, baby,” Martha murmurs, keeping her eyes on the road. “Deep breaths, like that, like we practised.”
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Martha's son sees the world differently.
(Kryptonians evolved under a red sun. Naturally, their colour perception is strange on Earth.)
Series
- Part 1 of Supervening Truths
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Oh my god I love these types of things SO MUCH. Him seeing colour differently, seeing more in the less. Shajbags Martha <3
'Then, with no prompting, “Ma? I don’t think I’m right. I’m not how I’m supposed to be.”
His voice is strained, the words forced through a choked-up throat, as if he’s once again struggling to breathe.''Gently, she pulls back so he can look him properly in the eyes. Those painfully bright, inhuman eyes, currently red and wet. Martha had always feared a day where Clark’s origins would hurt him, though she had expected it to come in as an allergy, a dietary restriction, an inability to process things the way humans do in a human environment.
She supposes that the last one essentially applies. He’s always been sensitive to bright lights, anyway.''“It is. What do you see in it, sweetheart? What colours?” she says, enunciating each word softly.
Again, he stiffens slightly, but she hopes. He wipes away his own tears after a second, and then replies, “Lots of blues and greens and yellows. But also more, together. That’s what Mrs Cox said I lied about – how they’re all together. She doesn’t think green and red can be there at the same time.”
...“I can’t see the red-green, and it’s mostly grey to me. It’s okay that I can’t see what you do, though. It’s nice to hear about it anyway. It sounds pretty.”
Clark is silent for a moment. His lips quirk up, and for a moment Martha thinks she’s broken through, but then they twist back into a grimace and he can’t hold back another sob.
“Oh, honey,” she murmurs, and he leans into the embrace she offers.
“I don’t wanna see it. It’s not even pretty, Ma, it’s all messy and I just wanna be like you. I want the grey,” he mutters into her sweater.''“I know. But seeing it as grey isn’t automatically how it’s supposed to be. If you see it differently, that’s just another way of being. No matter what, you’ll always be you. And I’ll love you for it.”
As he cries, she holds him close, and tries not to let it be out of fear.' -
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