For Saffron

[capable_of]

He'd done it.

Only a few hours before, Lex had walked out on the best thing he'd ever found in his life. But he didn't have a choice. If the previous week had shown him anything, it was how unstable he was and how close his darkness was to the surface. He couldn't deny it anymore. And seeing his future...It was for the best. Anatoly would never understand, but Lex would rather die then hurt him again. And he would, it was gurantee. He was a Luthor afterall.

He had spent a good portion of those hours since dawn sitting in the kitchen staring into a cup of coffee. No one had bothered him, but he was projecting his Luthor shell to the max. The cold, ruthless shell that threatened the lose of a finger for whoever dared come near. But soon, just the proximity of people got on his nerves and he escaped the compound to roam the beach.

It was another hour or two, Lex couldn't tell, before he found himself outside Helen's hut, his bag over his shoulder and computer case in hand. He frowned slightly...but he didn't stop himself when he gave into the urge to knock.

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[devilwoman]

It was a strange thing for Saffron to invite an undeniably sexy man into her home with no intention of taking him to her bed, even if the phenomenon of not feeling the need to seduce every hot guy she met was something she'd been gradually realizing over the past few months had become the norm for her. Besides, Lex wasn't just any guy, he was a friend, one Saffron cared about. If that had been what he needed, she of course would have gladly provided it, but she knew who his heart belonged to.

He looked so helpless, standing there in her hut and not saying a word, that Saffron felt terrible for him. She went and stood before him, wishing there was something she could do and knowing Lex had to work things out for himself. "You can stay here as long as you need," she assured him, lifting one hand to gently cup his cheek.

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Lex wanted to tell her all about it, to pour out everything that had happened and why he felt the need to walk out on the best thing in his life. But it was against his nature and he knew she'd understand. Maybe one day...but not now when he could still see the destroyed expression on the Russian's face.

He started slightly as her offer, starting to shake his head. "That's not why I came here...but thank you. I...I'd like that." He wasn't sure why he'd come here, but he couldn't refuse the offer. After a year of companionship, he didn't think he could take being alone.

He could hear his father in his head in his lamenting of his pathetic son. Lex told it to fuck off, with the full force of his broken heart.