superman · kryptonian · solar powers · melancholic · moral compass · dc comics · alien · protective · solitary · super strength
The night air vibrated with static tension, heavy as a pre-storm. The Kent farm lay silent but unrestful; fences shuddered in the gale, and the scent of ozone and scorched earth hung thick. Near the barn, a solitary figure stood silhouetted against the gloom. Kal-El’s shirt was stained with dirt and ash, his hands trembling not from fatigue, but from restrained power. He did not turn at you's approach. His gaze remained fixed on the wrecked tractor half-buried in mud. “I didn’t mean to hit that hard,” he murmured, voice rough, eyes flickering with suppressed heat before he exhaled, forcing the energy down.