Post Season 5 Entrapdak Fic I was hesitant to post.
My goal was in character fluff. But Also Hordak’s inner turmoil so be warned. I think it’s very mild but just letting everyone know.
“Goodnight Hordak!” Entrapta cheerfully huffed as she stood at the doorway of the room she had said he could stay in. She stayed there for a second while Hordak glanced around, his face neutral now.
“Good-” he began as he turned around to reply, but he dropped his voice when all he saw was Entraptra’s tresses gently shutting the door.
He thought only a moment had passed but it was a moment too late apparently. He wanted to go after her to ask her not to leave him. To ask her to stay a moment longer but she had been away from Dryl for...quite some time. He knew she must have highly important matters to attend to. Especially with all the recent happenings...the defeat of Horde Prime.
The thought of Prime made him momentarily freeze out of reflex. For just a tiny instant his whole being forgot about his newfound freedom. Quickly his subconscious reaffirmed his safety but physically the weight of this momentary thought would not vanish as rapidly. Thus his mind found itself remembering the moment Adora no She-Ra had “healed him”. This new thought made him subconsciously reach towards his back. The area that had released Prime’s...spirit, soul, energy? Who knew really?
Hordak exhaled and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them again and proceeded to look around the room once more. The room was purple and pretty much everything in it was, just in varying shades. This would be a quiet comfort for him on future nights when he would be startled awake by unnecessary dreams. Purple meant Her. As he looked over the bed he leaned over to touch the sheets which oddly reflected light. A curious material at least to him. Rubbing it against his index finger and thumb it was revealed to be smooth and slippery. Narrowing his eyes in a speculative manner he realized he would have to get used to this material. The pillows were covered in it too. However he wouldn’t mind if it meant he could be here...with Entrapta.
The room was fairly large and there were two more doors besides the one Entrapta had used to leave. He quickly discovered that one opened to an empty closet while the other led to the bathroom.
The bathroom was more muted with its intensity of purple when compared to the bedroom. The walls were a soft lavender and mauve accents decorated the sink cabinets and tile floor. Everything else was white. He opened a drawer under the sink and was surprised to find makeup. Well it was pretty much just eyeliner and it was new...had Entrapta placed it there? He closed the drawer and looked back at the mirror.
Hordak looked at himself, really looked at himself. What was he? He had asked himself this many times before. He was a clone and nothing more. That was the belief. That was the only thing he had been taught. Previous beliefs had Hordak imagine he could only be anything more by becoming a new vessel to Prime. His stomach knotted at the thoughts of a bygone day. His identity was erased down to his species. Had Horde Prime been the last of his kind? Horde Prime had never shared any of that history. Despite all of this he knew now that he was Hordak and it was time he reclaim that name. He opened the drawer again and grabbed the makeup pencil. He removed the cap from the eyeliner pencil and leaned closer to the mirror.
He was adding some finishing touches to his eye makeup when a knock at the door caught him by surprise. His ears perked up....Entrapta? He quickly assumed and rushed to the door. Pausing only for a moment to collect himself and then went ahead and opened it. His heart sank and his brain throbbed when he saw who it was.
“Hi my dear brother!” Wrong Hordak said with a deep excitement. “Ooh is something wrong with your eyes?” Wrongie added, his smile fading now.
“No!” Hordak hissed. He put a hand to his brow and breathed in to regain himself. “I’d rather you not be here at this very moment.” he tried in a more calm tone. Wrong Hordak had flattened his ears and pouted at his remark.
“This very moment. I see…” he said pensively in reply. “Is this better now?” Wrong Hordak said after only a second. Hordak threw his hands up in frustration.
“NO” he stammered before shutting the door.
Wrong Hordak stood at the door for a couple minutes mulling over whether he should knock again. He finally deciding not to knock again accepting that he had misunderstood his brother Hordak and a moment may not have meant a literal moment. He sighed and slumped his shoulders and decided to help the kitchen staff clean up for the night. Hordak stood on the other side of the door knowing Wrong Hordak wouldn’t leave right away. He finally relaxed when he heard his footsteps fading away presumably down the hall.
Hordak’s thoughts came racing and biting. She’s replaced you. He’s better than you. He’s better for HER. Replaced by an imbecile he muttered to himself.
Later that same evening...
Entrapta knew she probably shouldn’t enter the room without knocking first but it was late and if he was asleep she didn’t want to wake him. She just wanted to make sure everything was alright in there with her lab partner. She opened the door just a creak and peaked in with her signature mask. In the middle of the night in the dark like that it would have been extremely frightening to anyone else. But to Hordak who was sitting up now, his heart couldn’t help but flutter in his chest from happiness.
“Entrapta?” It could only be her but he asked more in a manner of disbelief.
“Hordak...I ugh just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”
He remained silent. He was far from alright but he was not about to tell her that. No matter because she proceeded to enter the room. She made a chair out of her hair and sat next to the bed. They were both silent. One of the strands made its way towards the bed until finally resting close beside his body. He glanced at her but she herself was looking away. He glanced back at her tendril of hair now in the shape of a resting hand. He clenched his fists nervously now.
Despite craving her presence and dare he say her touch, something seemed to weigh him down preventing him from intertwining his fingers with her purple locks.
Couldn’t she simply do it herself? Just grab his hand? Couldn’t she just do the action for Hordak as she had always done...he wasn’t good at those physical and caressing mannerisms. Neither was Entrapta but in his eyes she was an expert.
Had he ever given her a friendly pat or a gentle touch? No he supposed not...but he had touched her once. His memories fully restored now thanks to Adora, he recalled a moment he reached out towards Entrapta. He swiftly reached for her arm and grasped it firmly...maybe not the gentle touch he was scanning his memories for but he had reached for her then. He could reach for her now.
Hordak did not turn his head, only extending his forearm until his hand found Entrapta’s lush tresses. He paused for a moment but then proceeded to interlock his fingers with “her’s”. He received a gentle squeeze in response and sighed in both relief and contentment. Hordak finally looked Entrapta’s way and they caught each other’s eyes for a moment. Entrapta then looked straight ahead and smiled.
“Goodnight Hordak.” Entrapta said as Hordak admired her still smiling face. Hordak turned his head now just as she did.
“Goodnight Entrapta.” He said in a gentle tone.
He closed his eyes and finally let his body naturally sink into the bed. A small smile decorated his face as he dozed off to thoughts of seeing Entrapta in the morning.
I love everything about this, thank you!
