hey guys im just moving alura to here as a main blog to make her easier to manage!!! pls come write with me there!!

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hey guys im just moving alura to here as a main blog to make her easier to manage!!! pls come write with me there!!
should i make lillian and alura main blogs?? hmmmÂ
@aluraze continued from here
âSays the woman not supposed to scratch.â Catâs voice is as steady as the hand that persists despite the flinch, a wrist composed of thin steel of its own, forged from years of cuts and bruises and broken bones and a few runaway explosive trains. And thatâs just her son, which speaks nothing to the number of times sheâs sat here in front of Alura doing just this.Â
Which is actually less time than her son, despite her wifeâs knack for being throttled through a building every month or so, but she doesnât let the concern bleed through. She doesnât treat it like a problem of hers, at all, because Aluraâs daughter is out there saving the world with no one to save her but Alura (and a team of professional government agentsâa surprisingly capable sister among themâa Martian who has no clue how to make coffee, and Clarkâs rippling abs, but whoâs counting?) and Cat wouldnât have fallen in love, at all, if the woman knew how to leave her daughter alone to do it.Â
So she, for once, stays quiet, and sticks to picking up the pieces.Â
âAnd is apparently choosing the downplay option. As much as I just love a good measuring contest, I watched any hint of an ego you could have had splinter into thousand beautiful pieces the moment you were smashed through a skyscraper.âÂ
She stays quiet for Cat, which is to say, not particularly quiet, at all.Â
Continuing, voice as gentle as her fingers have always been as she wrings out the cloth and cups scraped cheeks, âItâs just me here, Alura. That dazzling Kryptonian Pride of yours can stay at the door.â Itâs phrased as a blunt statement, but that bubbling worry that she refused in her voice has stockpiled in her eyes, instead, casting a question over something that should be stern. Cat starts on the next scratch instead of lingering on it.Â
Alura sags a little, and turns her face to nuzzle against Cat's hands. 'I'm sorry', she murmurs, 'it's... automatic, I suppose. Kara was just in here'.
She doesn't have to expand on that, because Cat is a mother, and she knows that instinct to protect her child, no matter how much Kara has grown, no matter how much she's seen. Burdening her with her own hurts it's still something she rebells against.
But this is Cat. Her wife. A woman she loves so much it leaves her breathless, sometimes, a woman who loves her in return with a devotion and intensity she hadn't expected.
'It hurt', she admits quietly, lifting bruised, faintly trembling hands to hold onto Cat's hips, 'it still hurts. It was...' she remembers the roar of the building as it collapsed around her, the shock as pain exploded in every nerve, and she swallows tightly. 'It was frightening', she whispers, 'and I... I was scared'.
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Kara snuggled into her motherâs embrace, relishing the mere fact that she was able to do that now. She was so happy that her mother was alive, nothing else even came close to mattering.
âYou will, mum.â Kara promised gently, ducking her head shyly against her motherâs shoulder. âYouâll see as much of Earth as you like.â she vowed. âAnd youâll see more of me than youâll know what to do with!â she giggled then, shaking her head.
âIâm not letting you go again.â
Alura pressed a fierce kiss to her daughterâs brow, and held her tighter. She could go that, without having to worry about hurting her, which she was always thankful for. She cupped the back of her head, and murmured, âmaybe... maybe you could show me? Thereâs so much to see that I donât know where to startâ.Â
She swallowed, and added, âbesides... I would like to see it with you. Itâll be like... killing two birds with one stone. That is the right phrase, isnât it?â
naturallygoodâ:
âAlright.â Lillian nods and leans into Aluraâs kiss. âI know.â She tells her. She pulls Alura closer. She knows Alura will protect her at what ever the cost. She knows loss all to well, currently even with the loss of her son. She doesnât want anymore of it.Â
Alura continues to kiss Lillian, a hand in her hair, another at her hip, and she lets it drag slowly up Lillianâs side, her thumb swiping over the swell of her belly. She licks into her mouth and nips at her lower lips, and murmurs, âcan I make you feel better, at all?â She understands the helplessness that can come with loss, and Lillian has certainly lost enough.Â
â that feels nice. â
@pulitzerpanther | touch starved starters - accepting
Alura hums, continuing to stroke her fingers through Catâs hair. Her fingers press lightly against her scalp, massaging gently, and she murmurs, âyou seemed tense. I thought maybe you needed some TLCâ.Â
She trails her fingers down Catâs neck, pressing her fingers against tense shoulders as she begins to work out the knots, and she leans over her shoulder to press a kiss to her cheek. âLet me take care of youâ, she whispers, âyou wonât regret itâ.Â
â youâre legally obligated to keep holding me. â (Cat sounds like she's particularly serious, which begs the question of what pig-earred notes were in their binding marriage contract.)
@pulitzerpanther | touch starved starters - accepting
Alura smiles gently, scooping Cat into her arms and moving to sit on their bed. She draws the covers up around them, cradling Cat in a cocoon against her chest, and presses a kiss to her forehead. âYou know Iâd keep holding you even if I wasnât legally boundâ.Â
She knows itâs Catâs way of asking without actually having to voice the question, but she doesnât mind. She pulls the covers up over Catâs shoulder, and murmurs, âIâm here, loveâ.Â
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Alura hesitates before sinking down beside Diana. She leans back against the tree, letting their arms rest close together as she tilts her head back against the rough bark, staring up into the bright, clear sky. She exhales a soft, almost awed breath, and murmurs, âI donât mind. Itâs... itâs beautiful, hereâ.Â
Her hand curls lightly in the grass beside them, and she feels a need to expand on how sheâs feeling, on the almost childish awe that Diana can probably see in her eyes. âMy home... by the time it died, we had no natural flora left. Our world was barren. Compared to this...â she lifts her hand to gesture, emotion swelling in her chest as she listens to the sounds of the birds and the wind in the trees. âThe beauty of this world is almost overwhelmingâ.Â
@truthpiety
â i canât remember the last time i did this with someone. âÂ
@cloudcdsanity | touch starved starters - acceptingÂ
Alura pulled back, her brow furrowing slightly at the emotion in Mary Aliceâs voice. âYou mean... kissed someone?âÂ
Theyâd stumbled to her bed in the soft light, and now theyâre lying on top of the sheets, still fully clothed, and neither one of them have made a move to undress themselves. Instead, Alura was lying partially on top of the other woman, her hands threaded through her hair, kissing her. She didnât know how long theyâd been lying there, getting lost in the simple enjoyment of kissing one another. She felt surrounded by everything Mary Alice â by her smell, her warmth, the softness of her hair around her fingers, the sound of her heartbeat. She felt utterly at peace.Â
She stroked her fingers along Mary Aliceâs cheek, and murmured, âis that what you mean?â
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â no oneâs ever done that to me before. â
â could you play with my hair? â
â i canât remember the last time i did this with someone. âÂ
â that feels nice. â
â i havenât been hugged in years. â
â i never want to let go. â
â letâs just cuddle forever. âÂ
â you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. â
â i just want to be held for a little while. â
â youâre legally obligated to keep holding me. â
â i think i forgot what human contact felt like. â
â i need to remember what hugs feel like. â
â do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? â
â my family was never the touchy-feely type. â
â iâve never been in a relationship before, so i donât really know how to do the wholeâŠkissing thing. â
â you were my first kiss. â
â could we cuddle, like, platonically? â
â iâm in desperate need of a hug. â
â i didnât even know i was ticklish there! â
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âFineâ, Astra drawls, swatting at her, âIâll return it. Laterâ. The clothing items she steals always find their way back to Aluraâs closet eventually anyway, at the latest once the smell has worn off. âWe could continue making fun of Doctor Whoâ, she suggests, a single corner of her mouth quirked up. âAccuracy they may lack, but they do make up for it in creativityâ.
Alura laughs. âSo in several months, thenâ. She leans over to kiss Astraâs cheek, and her voice softens. âI donât mind that you borrow my clothes, honestlyâ. Itâs something theyâve done since they were young, and whenever Astra returns them, they always smell like her. She smiles, and says, âwe could. I quite like the Dalexes. Theyâre funnyâ.
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The new mother was sinking into the couch her hand rubbing up and down the small infantâs back. At this point, Lena had been so exhausted that the many cute outfits Logan had been in only lasted for few days and she now was in just a white onesie, the only thing clean left. A soft exhausted smile curled to her lips as colored eyes shifted to look at her mother in law besides her. â I appreciate it, Alura. Itâs taken a while to get use to having a child, let alone a Kryptonian one. Sheâs having a difficult time sleeping and I donât know why. â
âWonderfulâ, Alura says, reaching out to carefully take Logan from Lenaâs arms. She sits down beside the woman, cradling the child to her chest and pressing a gentle kiss to her head. Her hair feels soft against her chin, and tickles her a little. âI understandâ, she murmurs, sighing happily at the warmth against her chest. Sheâs always loved babies. âWell, I can mind her tonight, if you like. You certainly need the sleepâ.
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âWould you like herbal? Kara tells me they can help when youâre feeling unwellâ. Alura wanders into the kitchen to fill up the kettle. She leans on the counter, staring at him with a faint frown. âI hope youâre not actually sick. I didnât think you could get sick on Earthâ.Â
She knew the Daxamite didnât have the exact same powers as her, but it was still strange that he was sick. Sheâd promised Kara that sheâd keep an eye on him, but in truth she wasnât sure exactly what to do. âHow are you feeling? Any worse?â
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   â<It is not your apology to make,>â she says simply, and shoves aside the anger that wells up in her. The person who could make that apology is dead, and who does thisâ this alternate-Alura think she is, trying to apologize for her? On her behalf? She sees the way her face twists in an expression that seems foreign on the face that belonged to her mother, and she recognizes it as sorrow, and canât help but thing of it as wrong. A poor imitation.
   She knows thatâs not it, she knows sheâs twisting it, but she has been angry for a very long time. Itâs a difficult habit to break.
   â<Talking about it will not change it,â Kara continues, â<And we have other things to worry about. You need to go home.>â
   To your universe. To your Kara. To another person for whom Kryptonese is her mother tongue, she thinks, but does not say aloud. Itâs the one thing Kara will not begrudge herself: the chance to speak it again with another native speaker is too precious. Thatâs almost what hurts most about itâ the familiarity that the other Kara gets to enjoy on a daily basis, that she will only ever have reading the texts on her sunstone and correcting Kalâs grammar as they teach Kon the language that should have been theirs from birth.
   She shakes the thoughts away and frowns at the readings from the portal that had brought Alura through, flicking through them on the datapad.
   â<What did you say brought you here, exactly?>â
âI donât know, reallyâ, Alura runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the wall heavily, acutely aware of how uncomfortable Kara seems, âI was... helping my sister and -â she cuts herself off suddenly, a frown furrowing her brow. âI... did your version of me have a sister?â
The idea that in some universes she doesnât have her twin is oddly unnerving and upsetting, and she wishes in that moment that she could hug her sister, just to remind herself that itâs not the same for them.
She shakes herself, and continues, âsorry, I... we were fighting an alien. Iâve no idea how I ended up hereâ. She swallows, and says hesitantly, âif... if itâs too uncomfortable for you being around me, then... then Iâm sure one of your friends can help, if you preferâ. She sighs. âI donât want to make things hard for youâ.Â
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Kara could only grin at her mom, and her shoulders lifted in a playful shrug. âThe short answer is all of them to both questions.â She chuckled in reply as she shut the door behind Alura. Following her mother to the table, Kara laughed and reached out to squeeze her momâs arm. âTwelve is perfect. I have three different kinds of popcorn, and I have Chinese and pizza ordered. So we have the amount of food covered.â She reported, eyes glittering behind her glasses. âNow we just need to decide on genre of movie.â
âOh, goodâ, Alura said with a laugh, partly to cover her embarrassment. âI wasnât sureâ. She stared at all the food, and sighed. âThat is quite a lot of food. Iâm still not used to being so hungry all the timeâ. She hesitated, tilting her head slightly, and said, âdo you have a favourite genre? I havenât watched many movies since I arrived, Iâm afraidâ. She nudged her daughter with a smile. âMore to watch with you, thenâ.
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âHe wasâ, Alura said, swallowing past the lump in her throat, âhe was a wonderful father, Kara. And he was my best friend, he ââ her voice cracked, and she shook her head. âHe and I never... he knew you werenât his. And he was fine with that, and it didnât matter to him. He was your father, Karaâ. Karaâs question made her shrug, her mouth twisted painfully. âShe... wanted to. And I thought... I thought you had a right to know, too. But it doesnât change that he loved youâ.Â