capable_of: (sleeping)
It had been a long day and Lex glad to get some sleep. He'd been working on material for his class plus working on his assignments for the two language courses he was taking and his overactive brain was tired. So tired that he hadn't even considered looking for somewhere else to sleep or someone else to share his bed. Sometimes it was just too much effort. That and he didn't know where Lucifer lived. He made a note to fix that. Soon.

Before he fell asleep, Lex checked to make sure everything was in it's place first. Books were stacked by class on the floor in between his bed and his small makeshift desk. His clothes were neatly put away and his small collection of objects relating to a certain Russian were hidden for the moment in the top drawer. Once his obsessive need to see everything in its place was satisfied, he laid down with a soft contented sigh.

Dressed in absolutely nothing due to the heat, Lex curled up on his side, one arm under his pillow, and feel into a dreamless, restful sleep.
capable_of: (resigned/blue eyes)
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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