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"Some of us try hard to make the world a better place than it was when we found it. I know that's what I try to do. I won't always be successful but that's life. I'm Supergirl. This is my life, and y'know what? I'm pretty happy with it." Indie Kara Davers/Kara Zor-El/Supergirl RP. (CW-based. Comic-flaired. Canon Divergent. Selective. Low-Activity. Founded 08/19)

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@chanceofpunching​ | hurt comfort starters – ‘i’m not leaving you here’

‘Why?’ She doesn’t understand Kara. She doesn’t understand the woman’s faith in her. She doesn’t know how to explain to her that beneath the cool exterior everyone sees, there’s a broken woman who doesn’t deserve the kindness Kara insists on giving her. She shakes her head, turning her face away from Kara so that the woman can’t see her expression. It’s been so long since anyone’s cared that it almost hurts. ‘Why won’t you? No one would blame you if you did’. 

“Why?” Brows immediately knit at the question, turning around to take in the way Lillian turns away from her before she closes the distance between them with a calm stride, hand coming up to curve around her shoulder. “No one would blame me if I didn’t save the world, either. Well, okay,” Scrunched lips turn to the side, “I’m pretty sure a lot of people would blame me. But, no one would blame me if I stopped writing because getting through to people is difficult--or...if I didn’t fight. No one would blame me if I didn’t tip a common courtesy 20 percent at restaurants which is not that hard to do, even though everyone acts like being provided a service is the worst possible thing in the world to pay for.” Kara gripes, voice softening, serious, “No one would blame me if I chose the selfish thing, but I would blame myself. I would blame myself, if I left you. Because it wouldn’t feel right.” A small, quiet breath that isn’t tempered by the steel of her shoulders, settling as they straighten, “And doing the right thing isn’t about what people think of me, Lillian. I do it because it’s what my heart knows is right. I’m not staying here because I’m obligated to, I’m staying here because I am not,” She repeats, firm, “Leaving you here. If our positions were reversed,” It’s serious-- “Would you leave me?”

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“Of course I didn’t forget.” It’s serious--chin dipping upwards as she searches features she could paint with her eyes closed. Remembering her aunt’s features which, until recently, the reverse was far more true--there was no chance to see her. Talk to her. Know her. And there are paintings of her buried deep in a stack of canvas and she’d been so ashamed, initially, how wrong she remembered it all. “

But that also happened when she was trying to help indoctrinate the world,” A hand raises in acknowledgment, “In order to save it, but she almost killed J’onn.” Kara reminds, “So...yes, I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but if she forgave you, Alex--and we forgave Astra--why won’t you forgive yourself? Is that really what you’re worried about?” Gentler, “Do you think she’s going to hold it all against you?”

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Suddenly, the whole world goes quiet save for the sound of a singular, skipping heartbeat--a stuttering, gasping breath--a cough that chases a familiar chill up a spine that straightens underneath sunlight. The feeling that hollows through her chest is familiar at the noise--at the immediate knowledge that something is wrong--

“No.” It’s gasped, quiet and refusing, immediately tossing the man she was holding up too far away to care, a loud crack of a whip sounding her sudden arrival in front of Alex’s slouched form, eyes immediately looking down to--

No--no--no--no--

Wake up is buried on her tongue and maybe it burns the air between them, the man in front of her is in the ground in a second, but Kara is kneeling down in front of Alex not even a second after.

“Hey, hey, I’m here. I’m here,” She promises, because there’s nowhere else in the universe she would be, blinking through the sudden sting in eyes, swallowing down the rasp in her throat as fingers cover the hand pressed against ribs, gingerly shifting Alex into her arms. “You’re going to be okay--I just--I just need you to hold on, okay?”

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It might be a little weirder to stand in front of a version of herself if this wasn't the fifth time it's happened. Still, Kara sighs because fighting herself usually hurts. A lot. "Please tell me you're not a Nazi. Or..." A dipped head, "Just...raised as a weapon, in general."

“What??” Kara blinks in surprise, staring confusedly at the weird outfit her...double? Is wearing. “No. I don’t even...what is a Nazi?”

She’s never seen a garment like that before, red and blue with the cape and her father’s House crest. “What are you wearing?”

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“Oh, thank Rao.” It tumbles from lips in utter relief, chin tipping backwards to thank any hint of sunlight up there she can see, because she’s getting really, really tired of Nazi’s. But her blink matches her own blink of surprise in above as she looks down towards a familiar crest, “This is my--” Right. “Super hero costume. Which I’m...guessing from the look on your face isn’t a thing where you’re from. Are you--” 

A beat, before a mother tongue finds its way on hesitant lips, something sacred weighing on her chest. Even if this is another clone--

“I’m a friend. Are you harmed? How did you get here?” 

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"Alex," Kara's smile spreads into a practical beam. "She likes you. Come on, it's going to be fine"

“You don’t know that, and I’m not discussing this with you.” Alex has never really talked about her love life with Kara, even after coming out, but she’s definitely not talking about dating Kara’s aunt. “Why would she even--she’s way out of my league. There’s no way she’d be interested in someone like me.”

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“I definitely know that and you’re so discussing this with me. Alex--Al--” Kara is suddenly standing in front of her sister with a woosh of air, hands gently curving over shoulders, “Alex.” It’s softer--gentler--that smile settling into something soft. “She likes you and no one.” Adamant, serious, “Is out of your league. And I’m telling you, she’s interested. You don’t have to talk about the specifics--actually, please don’t talk about the specifics--but you should tell me,” Hands fall, “Why you aren’t going for it.”

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“J’onn’s letting us take his ship, since, well...” A beat--a momentary pause that allows her palm to fall just enough so that Alex can grab the keys, “There aren’t any other spaceships here. And that--” The beat turns into a scoffing laugh, hands falling to hips before they gesture...and then fall to hips, again. 

The pout is back.

“That is just playing dirty. Although,” Her hands do feel a little lighter without the keys and so, it seems, does her smile, softening at the edges. “Now I get to show you everything I grew up eating. Well, not everything. But a lot of it. No potstickers on Argo. There...are still some thought-beasts, though. And...” Her nose wrinkles through the smile, “...a few octo-saurs.”

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“That’s it, I am /never/ watching sappy movies with you again.” (For Alex because she is so Over Kara wanting to watch sappy movies on sister night)

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“Um, okay, no, The Notebook is a nuanced--no, don’t give me that look--it is a--a nuanced--delicate portrayal of...of timeless love that triumphs over SO much hardship. Don’t get mad at me because you were crying. And besides,” Kara drops the only...mildly gargantuan tower of junk food she had prepared (by making three trips to the local grocery store) just for the occasion. “You’re going to love Notting Hill. And, hey! Last week? We watched Braveheart.” 

“This is way better than Braveheart!”

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"I want to show you Argo. I want you to come with me." - to Alex bc I'm still mad this didn't happen

“Really?” Alex can’t help the grin that splits her face. She’s wanted to go to Argo for ages, but Kara hasn’t offered before and Alex has never felt that it’s her place to ask. “That would be amazing! When can we go? Can we go now??”

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"Yes!" Kara hops closer, tugging Alex closer by her shoulder, "And I'm driving. And you can't," Her smile practically a Cheshire grin, "Take it back. You're totally coming now, and you have to call out, so..." Hands raise up as she backs up, J'onn's keys suddenly danging from her finger with a woosh. "I'm driving."

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"I'm not going anywhere."

“I know.” And Astra does know, even though Kara would have every right to leave. Or to tell her to leave. She smiles as best she can, reaching out to touch Kara’s cheek, and it still aches after all this time that her niece grew up without her. “I know, little one.”

She pulls Kara tightly against her chest, face pressed into golden hair that shines just as bright as Kara herself, and mumbles, “Thank you for believing in me.”

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Her smile spreads and spreads, wrapping arms around her aunt and taking a steadying breath that trembles in the air between them when she reminds herself that she can hold her tightly. "That's what family is for. El Mayara, remember?" Her breath settles here, calm--calmer than she can remember being in a long time, fingers curling before her whole body relaxes.

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He had just been gone for five minutes to use the bathroom and when he comes back into his mom's office where he's been building different things around her office in order to take a photo for her, it's all ruined. And he's starting to shake.

"No, no, no, no!" His voice raises an octave with each no.

He has been working on this for weeks, he even allowed Kara to help. Carter is trying to pick up the pieces and put them back together, but the guy kept moving.

"YOU RUINED IT! YOU RUINED IT. WHY DID YOU RUIN IT?! YOU COULD HAVE JUST GIVEN WHAT YOU NEEDED TO GIVE MY MOM TO KARA BUT YOU DIDN'T YOU RUINED IT!" He screams, freaking out as he stands there.

Carter only allows certain people to touch him or his things, and when the guy tried to get him to calm down by putting his hand on his shoulder it made it worse. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He moves away, sinking to the floor. "Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me." He's rocking back and forth in the corner as a few employees look at the commotion. The IT guy, Kara's friend, Winn? He came in and just sat with him and texted Kara about what happened.

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"Carter?" Her voice is soft--gentle--wind still dancing through her ponytail as she presses into the office with a sudden flourish, materializing with seemingly impeccable timing. And a phone call from Winn, who is huddled up against the wall with the small curved form of a familiar boy, Kara's hand immediately raising up in surrender as she comes closer. Somehow the blinds have been drawn before she came inside, hiding Carter from the rest of the world's prying eyes, for a moment, worry tightening her swallow.

A quick dip of glasses assures her, at least, that he's okay. But his heartbeat--his breath-- "Hey buddy." Kara squeezes Winn's shoulder before she takes his place, scooting down on the floorz still careful not to touch him. "What happened?"

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“No, it’s okay. I’m probably just hearing stuff because I’m tired.” Alex gives her a soft smile. If she could get J'onn to be the back up Director at work, that’d be great. She needs to catch up on sleep. Before she can take another bite she yawns. “I think I’m going to go to call it a night.” She gets up from the kitchen island and puts her curry in a container before putting it in the fridge.

“Hey--” Kara’s behind her a moment later, a normal speed that holds nothing short of concern on her tongue, fingers gently wrapping around Alex’s wrist to untangle the containers with the intent of putting the food up, for her, setting her own inside, as well. “You’re just tired, right? When was the last time you had a day off?”

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"Do you hear that?" Alex asks her sister after chewing and eating her food.

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"Wh--mf?" She swallows a completely normal bite of food. And then swipes a fifth samosa for good measure before listening. "I...don't hear anything." And now she might be a little confused, because normally hearing noises is sort of her super-forte. "Is this your way of making a joke about me talking too much because hey--" A fork gestures vaguely in her sister's direction, smiling around her next swallow. "I will happily eat all of your curry to stay silent."

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"You seriously didn't hear that?" She looks at the blonde, shocked she didn't hear it. Alex looks down. Maybe she's just tired? She has been working on little sleep lately.

"Nevermind." She goes back to eating her curry, now a little on edge.

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Kara hesitantly lowers the last samosa, eyes skimming features with far more ease than an x-ray pass could provide. "No..." The o sounds out, hanging in the air between them, "But the look on your face usually precedes...explosions. And unidentifiable threats or apocalypses." The alert is clear, shoulders straightening as she looks around the apartment, not seeing anything. Yet. She would trust all of National City on her sister's instincts. "Do you want me to go check the perimeter?"

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"Do you hear that?" Alex asks her sister after chewing and eating her food.

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"Wh--mf?" She swallows a completely normal bite of food. And then swipes a fifth samosa for good measure before listening. "I...don't hear anything." And now she might be a little confused, because normally hearing noises is sort of her super-forte. "Is this your way of making a joke about me talking too much because hey--" A fork gestures vaguely in her sister's direction, smiling around her next swallow. "I will happily eat all of your curry to stay silent."

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“Of course I do.” It’s immediate–resolute. There’s no hesitancy or waver in the response, the fingers tipped around lead clenching in nothing but air before they fall down to her hip and hang in the air there, instead, somewhere in between them. Somewhere a little further away than the hand that squeezes her aunt’s shoulder before that hand’s falling, as well, smile spreading. “Astra–” That small, stuttering breath settles out between them, spreading shoulders with nothing but certainty, even if her voice sounds quieter. It’s harder to embody what the crest has come to mean on Earth when what it used to mean to Kara is standing in front of her. “ a͡ɪɑv. There’s…more to family–more to us and what you’ve done to me, and for me–than the past year. I’m not saying all of it is okay, what’s happened, but…you’re here.” Kara points out. “You’re here, and you’re…doing the right thing, now, and I remember you. I know your heart. And I know we can get past all of this. I’d like to get to know you…now, and I’d like you to get to know me. And that’s…kind of hard to do when you’re running away because you’re assuming I don’t want you here. When I really, really do.”

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Astra bites the inside of her cheek, swallowing back the words that leap to the tip of her tongue. Kara has no idea what happened in the depths of Fort Rozz; no idea what Astra had to become just to claw her way to another day of survival. Even Kara, with her capacity for seeing the good in everyone she meets, could not love that woman.

Kara has no idea how afraid Astra is of that very thing.

“I am not who you remember, little one,” she says quietly. “I have…changed in ways that I fear you cannot forgive. You want to know who I am now, but….you may not love that woman.” She closes her eyes, and it’s been a very long time since Astra allowed herself to miss Alura but she does now with an intensity that’s almost painful. “I could not blame you if you didn’t.”

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"I'm not a little girl anymore." Brows barely knit as she searches the lines of her aunt's face. Familiar. Far more different, to her, than her mother's had ever been, but just as known and Kara takes what she says seriously, for a moment, before replying, gentler. Unfortunately knowing, "I do love you. And...I'm not the person who has to learn how to forgive you, Astra. I already have. That's...something you're going to have to learn how to give yourself."

Life is long, and you're bound to be several different people by the time it's done.

"I'm not going to force you, I promise. I'm sorry if--I'm just...excited. To have a chance to spend time you again, and maybe I forget how much has changed. So how about..." The smile is still soft, sincerity lengthening her spine, "How about whenever you're ready, I'll be here." 

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'sometimes when I wake up to you beside me, I think I'm still dreaming' - amazonluthor

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This bed, Kara’s happily discovered, is softer than sleeping on clouds. Clouds are cold, so far away from anything else down below, air skimming ice down a fluttering cap of red in rushing puffs of wind. But Kara is warm, here--feels this spreading heat from fingers curling in soft hair straight to her heart. Which kicks up a beat when she feels Lillian’s breath against her chin.

“Me, too.” She admits, fingers dipping down from hair to skim along Lillian’s collarbone, palm settling over that familiar, grounding beat beneath her skin, “A happy dream, but--” Kara’s smile spreads underneath the city light sifting in through Lillian’s window softer than that wind in the clouds could ever hope to be, leaning down to gently brush lips over that heartbeat with a loving smile, teeth tucking it at the edge.  

“I’m glad it’s not a dream.” It’s sincere, murmured against Lillian’s heart.

The last time she had a dream like this, after all, it was so difficult to wake up that Alex had to dive into the depths of a trembling red world and that knowledge curls Kara’s stomach as she smiles. 

“Because I realized I’d much rather enjoy the...actually waking up to you part, instead of being worried about not.”

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Alura takes Kara's hands, looking at her with a small, almost hesitant smile. 'i hope you know how proud I am of you. How much I love you'. -aluraze

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“Mom, that’s--” A dusty, nervous thing of a swallow that bubbles up into a quiet laugh--a spreading, sheepish smile, nose ducking before she untangles one hand to tug a warm pan out of the oven, “That’s really, really sweet, but...I...definitely burned this.”

The cake thuds onto the table like a car dropped from the top of a skyscraper. 

“They’re not supposed to look, um...wow, completely black. But I--” She shakes her head, shuffling glasses. Beams. “I love you, too.”