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fairyficSummary: Perhaps it’s not the greatest idea to bring someone who can communicate with animals to the zoo. Especially when said person has no sense of fear with big animals.
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“Grrr-ow! Grrr-oar!”
Luke was leaning heavily over the zoo’s railings, his hands on the bar as he tipped so far forward his toes were barely touching the ground. Inside the enclosure was a white tiger, laying on her side, against a fake rock, watching Luke with intense pointedness in her stare, her blue eyes standing out against her white fur. With a sort of graceful ease, she responded to his calls, with a grunt and growl of her own. Her ears flicked forward, showing she was listening for Luke’s response.
Not caring if people were staring at him (he was used to it, at this point), Luke called, “Rrr-ah? Grrroah?”
Crow, who had his back to Luke to ask a worker where a certain exhibit was, finally turned around to him. “Alright, so-“ He practically flinched when he saw how far Luke was leaning over the rails; even a slight breeze would easily tip him over, not to mention if some jerk decided to shove him. “JESUS CHRIST ON A BICYCLE-!” he blurted out, stumbling over his feet once as he rushed over to Luke. He hugged him tight from behind, wrapping his arms around his husband’s chest, trying to make sure he’d be steady.
Luke paused in his communication with the tiger, as if loading, before turning his head to greet Crow. “Hiya, Lovebird!”
“Do you realize how far you’re leaning?!” Crow barked, his eyes narrowed. To anyone else, it would seem like anger, but Luke could feel how Crow’s hands trembled against his chest as a sign of anxiety.
Luke giggled. “Aw, don’t worry! Even if I did fall in, she wouldn’t hurt me! She said so!”
“Just because she says she won’t doesn’t mean that she’s telling the truth!”
“Animals aren’t like people. They have no reason to lie!” Even so, Luke leaned away from the railings, and Crow hesitantly let him go. Luke turned around, so his back was to the tiger’s enclosure, to face Crow, but not before purring at the tiger as a goodbye. “I noticed she was pacing around, so I told her to relax and tell me what was wrong. She said that the zookeepers forgot to feed her! I was just telling her I’d remind them,” Luke explained.
Crow huffed, crossing his arms. His eyes flicked away from Luke. “Well, you didn’t have to lean so far. You could have gotten hurt. If not from the tiger, from falling.”
“Alright, alright! I’ll be more careful next time. Promise!” As if to seal the promise, Luke made a ‘cross my heart’ motion. “Now, let’s find whoever feeds the animals, yeah?” Before Crow could even properly respond, Luke already had intertwined their fingers together, and begun to lead him somewhere else.
I love how Luke’s animal communication is never explained. Yes, it’s hinted to be from Clark, as a hereditary thing, but it’s literally never questioned or discussed. Like, ‘Yes, this boy can talk to animals, and you’re just going to have to deal with that. Anyways, back to the story!’
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
“Grrr-ow! Grrr-oar!”
Luke was leaning heavily over the zoo’s railings, his hands on the bar as he tipped so far forward his toes were barely touching the ground. Inside the enclosure was a white tiger, laying on her side, against a fake rock, watching Luke with intense pointedness in her stare, her blue eyes standing out against her white fur. With a sort of graceful ease, she responded to his calls, with a grunt and growl of her own. Her ears flicked forward, showing she was listening for Luke’s response.
Not caring if people were staring at him (he was used to it, at this point), Luke called, “Rrr-ah? Grrroah?”
Crow, who had his back to Luke to ask a worker where a certain exhibit was, finally turned around to him. “Alright, so-“ He practically flinched when he saw how far Luke was leaning over the rails; even a slight breeze would easily tip him over, not to mention if some jerk decided to shove him. “JESUS CHRIST ON A BICYCLE-!” he blurted out, stumbling over his feet once as he rushed over to Luke. He hugged him tight from behind, wrapping his arms around his husband’s chest, trying to make sure he’d be steady.
Luke paused in his communication with the tiger, as if loading, before turning his head to greet Crow. “Hiya, Lovebird!”
“Do you realize how far you’re leaning?!” Crow barked, his eyes narrowed. To anyone else, it would seem like anger, but Luke could feel how Crow’s hands trembled against his chest as a sign of anxiety.
Luke giggled. “Aw, don’t worry! Even if I did fall in, she wouldn’t hurt me! She said so!”
“Just because she says she won’t doesn’t mean that she’s telling the truth!”
“Animals aren’t like people. They have no reason to lie!” Even so, Luke leaned away from the railings, and Crow hesitantly let him go. Luke turned around, so his back was to the tiger’s enclosure, to face Crow, but not before purring at the tiger as a goodbye. “I noticed she was pacing around, so I told her to relax and tell me what was wrong. She said that the zookeepers forgot to feed her! I was just telling her I’d remind them,” Luke explained.
Crow huffed, crossing his arms. His eyes flicked away from Luke. “Well, you didn’t have to lean so far. You could have gotten hurt. If not from the tiger, from falling.”
“Alright, alright! I’ll be more careful next time. Promise!” As if to seal the promise, Luke made a ‘cross my heart’ motion. “Now, let’s find whoever feeds the animals, yeah?” Before Crow could even properly respond, Luke already had intertwined their fingers together, and begun to lead him somewhere else.
I love how Luke’s animal communication is never explained. Yes, it’s hinted to be from Clark, as a hereditary thing, but it’s literally never questioned or discussed. Like, ‘Yes, this boy can talk to animals, and you’re just going to have to deal with that. Anyways, back to the story!’
