@kryptoic : ❛ look, i’m on your side ❜
trust is impossible. she doesn’t give it to half the people she works with, half the people she knows are quick to embellish their stories with lies — anything to make themselves look better. she trusts jimmy, maybe perry on good days. not her father she trusts her sister mostly. there’s little room for trust, and in her profession, there is far more lies than honesty. a reminder she repeats to herself as she hears superman tell her that he’s somehow on the same side as her. lois inherently recoils, but the fascination remains. crossing her arms, hugging her trench coat as they stand on her balcony, the entire city below them. she practically stands on her tip toes, trying to look him in the eye. sure, it’s awe inspiring who he is, and lois savors every moment like a memory she’ll play for the front page tomorrow. even if she doesn’t trust him immediately, it doesn’t mean she’ll let this slip from her fingers. cautiously, she raises her chin, breaking down the superhero in front of her like a puzzle. to trust — or not ? ❝ — my side ? i’m confused on where you even begin to describe what that means. ❞
humanity ? truth ? of course, there’s no doubt in his honor, no shrill of nervousness, & no reason to believe the god before her is here on anything otherwise. after all — he saved her life. the helicopter fall and dangling off the side of a building like a damsel in distress is a horror image played on replay, but he’s her superman. lois’s front page story wrapped up right before her, and right now there’s millions of questions to ask, millions of things to report back to but something as simple as i’m on your side catches her off guard. of all the things she escapes her savior to say, this is far from one of them. ❝ who are you? ❞ the question comes off so unprofessionally, so childishly that lois corrects herself before he even has a chance to answer, she’s going through each and every question she has memorized in her mind. ❝ i mean to say, where are you from? and what are you doing here? — you’ve caused a stir out there, and people are looking for answers. ❞ hands fall to her side, fingers digging int her pocket for a notepad, the others reaching for a cigarette — to calm her nerves in front of superman. there’s a lingering question that she mentally decides is worth it while he’s here after all, one that she interjects before he can even begin. ❝ and what’s with the S ? ❞
