2026 Amity Celebration Drabble: White Nights
☀️-- The city was enveloped in a perpetual twilight. The sun never set. Not completely. It made everything odd, it made it difficult to sleep, difficult to orient himself on a biological level. It was strange. Bizarre. Clark had experienced something similar when visiting the Arctic Circle, he had experienced on some of the chances where he'd gone off world to a planet where days were longer or shorter of the sun acted differently from Earth. It was nothing quiet like this, however. Here, in this instance, the shutters and curtains didn't exactly block out the light. It had been very disorienting.
The White Nights made him feel fuzzy. Maybe that had to do with the fact that he wasn't able to feed off of the Isles' sun. It didn't rejuvenate or power him. It just bothered him. It threw him off. And that felt disturbing somewhere deep down. It didn't exactly help that the hours at The Aevum Daily were reduced and he had to find other things to do with his time. Well, other things aside from what he'd usually be busy with considering that he didn't have his powers either. It was at least a little funny, he supposed. He spent his entire life wanting to be human, wanting to fit in, but then when he finally did, it unnerved him instead… In fact, so far he'd actually found himself just a little jealous of those who had been here before him and already regained their powers.
Or maybe it was just that he was awake when he shouldn't be and couldn't seem to sleep properly with the constant light. That could also be it. That probably was it.
Clark sighed, leaning against the townhouse balcony railing with a coffee mug in hand. He looked out. Up. It was still light out. Twilight until the sun properly rose into the sky again. He couldn't deny that it was beautiful though. The sun caught on the trees and the windows in a way that was often short-lived before night came. Yet right now it was constant. The ever-present twilight was bright, but not as bright as daylight. Nor was it as dark as it should have been.
His eyes dropped down slightly. His gaze fell to the watch that was still around his wrist. He hadn't even taken it off, in fact, he'd yet to change out of his work clothes at all.
"Oh geez, is that the time?" he muttered to himself.
Clark looked at the rest of his drink for a moment, contemplating it before decided to just leave it for later. No sense wasting the coffee. He went back inside as quietly as he could. He went downstairs, cleaned his cup, and went to his room to try and sleep again. It was nearly one in the morning and he'd been spending his night working on a few articles related to the winding down festivities of the month. Honestly, he hadn't even realized what time it was.
