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Kon-El | Superboy ([personal profile] superissues) wrote in [personal profile] sixthiteration 2019-01-03 02:39 am (UTC)

Superboy | DC Comics (pre-boot)

[Snow Blind]

"Appendages, seriously. Can't live with them, really do not want to live without them." There is a snowman at the fireplace, carefully detangling himself from his backpack. On second glance, it's just a teenage boy with a bad case of snow. Kon pauses a moment to dust the snowflakes out of his hair--clearly the most important part of him--before continuing his monologue. "You wrap up warm, you can't move an inch. You get cold, they hurt. You find them a nice warm fire, and what do they do? Hurt some more. I want a refund. Clearly I got a defective set."

Despite the complaints, as he pulls off his snow-crusted peacoat, it is obvious that he has weathered the storm without major mishap. His cheeks are a little flushed, and the rest of him a little pale, but there is nothing that some time by the fire won't cure.

"Come to think of it, I don't think I even got a warranty. Short-changed yet again. But hey, it could be worse. I could be frozen and in Smallville, so there's that." Kon momentarily cheers up. Yeah, he may be experiencing frost bite for the first time in his life, but no one's making him learn. A definite win.

As he is peeling off his socks—and man does he miss his tactile tele-kinesis right now. Anyone who says the ability to remove socks with a thought is not a superpower worth having can bite him--Kon catches a movement in his peripheral vision. It is only now that it occurs to Kon that fires don't just light themselves and Inns don't happen without an effort. "Is this fire taken?"

[jumped up]

"Now we're talking!" It will eventually occur to Kon that suddenly being granted the ability to fly means that he might, just as suddenly, find himself without it. But right now he is more concerned with the fact that for the first time since dragging himself out of that fountain, he is exactly where he is supposed to be, ie. defying gravity. He floats, lazily, just enjoying the sheer pleasure of not being tied to anything, of the exquisite and absolute pleasure that is being airborne. "This! This is where it is at!" His fingers tighten reflexively around the feather he picked up moments ago, and he does a beautiful loop, just because he can. "Check me out!"

The air drags on him in a way that it doesn't usually when he flies, and Kon pauses, reaching for his TTK. He comes up empty. "Okay, that's weird."


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