Fic: Wild and Free - Smallville Gen
Title: Wild and Free
Prompt: 055 - Spirit
Character: Lana Lang
Fandom: Smallville
Word count: 301
Rating: PG
Progress: 1/100
Big Table: Big Table
Disclaimer: I do not own Lana Lang, I merely borrow to appease my muse.
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Lana reined in her mount to a slow walk and casually leaned over to gently stroke the stallion’s neck. These were the times that she enjoyed the most, when she could be free to be herself. She didn’t have to be the popular cheerleader, or the sympathetic friend, or the understanding niece. She could be Lana, wild and free, and with her best friend.
She could feel the muscles of her stallion jumping under her legs, straining to run free once again. “I know, love but the moon’s gone behind a cloud and I didn’t want you to break a leg.”
Perseus gave a snort and shook his head, causing Lana to laugh. “You might think the freedom is worth the risk, but I don’t want to lose you.” The stallion had been her comfort since she was a little girl and had begged her aunt to buy the colt. Maybe even then, Lana had unconsciously realized that the horse represented her need to run away. Not that she wanted to run away from her aunt or her friends, but the need to run away from the mold Lana had placed herself in.
Pulling Perseus to a stop, she dismounted and removed the saddle. It was only on the night of the full moon, when the pasture was light like early morning, that Lana indulged herself and her mount. With loving hands, she caressed the stallion’s back and withers before mounting onto his bare back. This was her private treat and one she only shared with her best friend. “Ready, love?”
The laughter of the rider and the heavy breathing of the stallion, merged and floated on the night air behind the duo, as they galloped toward the horizon and the illusive prize that was at the end of the ride.
Prompt: 055 - Spirit
Character: Lana Lang
Fandom: Smallville
Word count: 301
Rating: PG
Progress: 1/100
Big Table: Big Table
Disclaimer: I do not own Lana Lang, I merely borrow to appease my muse.
crossposted at
varietypack100
Lana reined in her mount to a slow walk and casually leaned over to gently stroke the stallion’s neck. These were the times that she enjoyed the most, when she could be free to be herself. She didn’t have to be the popular cheerleader, or the sympathetic friend, or the understanding niece. She could be Lana, wild and free, and with her best friend.
She could feel the muscles of her stallion jumping under her legs, straining to run free once again. “I know, love but the moon’s gone behind a cloud and I didn’t want you to break a leg.”
Perseus gave a snort and shook his head, causing Lana to laugh. “You might think the freedom is worth the risk, but I don’t want to lose you.” The stallion had been her comfort since she was a little girl and had begged her aunt to buy the colt. Maybe even then, Lana had unconsciously realized that the horse represented her need to run away. Not that she wanted to run away from her aunt or her friends, but the need to run away from the mold Lana had placed herself in.
Pulling Perseus to a stop, she dismounted and removed the saddle. It was only on the night of the full moon, when the pasture was light like early morning, that Lana indulged herself and her mount. With loving hands, she caressed the stallion’s back and withers before mounting onto his bare back. This was her private treat and one she only shared with her best friend. “Ready, love?”
The laughter of the rider and the heavy breathing of the stallion, merged and floated on the night air behind the duo, as they galloped toward the horizon and the illusive prize that was at the end of the ride.