You know that one scene during Glimmer’s and Catra’s escape from Horde Prime’s ship?
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I took it and ran with it. This silly little drabble is written for the day 7 prompt of Glitra wek 2021 - a proposal.
Thanks so much to the organizers, and thanks to everyone who has taken part, writing, drawing, reading, watching, discussing or just vibing. You all have made this week fun! and for those of you with unfinished drafts - I look forward to see what you’ll come up with whenever you’re ready to publish.
Catra sunk down on her knees in Glimmer’s cell. She took her hand. She looked her in the eyes.
“Glimmer,” she said urgently. “We need to…”
“Yes, Catra,” Glimmer said sarcastically. “I will marry you.”
It had just been a flippant spur of the moment comment, but the moment the words left her mouth they felt just so right.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Catra tried to remember that they were in a hurry, that they had to escape, get Glimmer to the teleport room, all that stuff… But at the same time…
Oh yeah, she should probably breath as well.
“Catra…” Glimmer begun. “I… I didn’t…”
She was going to say ‘I didn’t mean it’, but… didn’t she?
She stared at Catra, the words stuck in her throat.
“Glimmer…” Catra whispered.
She know it was just Sparkles being flippant again, and anyway, they really had to get a move on, but at the same time…
Now than she had heard those words, out of Glimmer’s mouth, she realized, there was nothing - nothing - she wanted in life more than those words to be true.
They looked at each other with tears in their eyes.
“You really mean it?” Catra whispered.
“Yes, I really mean it,” Glimmer answered, and she knew it was true.
Which was the moment the clones chose to attack.
It didn’t end well for them.
“You were going to beam me out in space?” Glimmer said with indignant voice.
“Just for a little while, until adora could pick you up,” Catra said defensively.
“and what about you?” Glimmer demanded.
“I… would have thought of something.”
“Well, screw that. I’m not leaving my future wife alone with these creeps.”
Glimmer beat up another clone.
Catra felt hot and tingly all over.
“Say that again, Sparkles,” she begged and kicked another clone in the head.
“I’m not leaving you, Catra.”
“No, I meant the 'wife’ part.”
They each disposed of their clones and looked each other in the eyes.
They started to giggle uncontrollably, all the giddy, bubbly happiness within them sneaking an outlet.
“Now, isn’t this sweet…” Horde Prime begun as a screen flashed to light to show him giving them a condescending look.
“Shut up, creep!” Glimmer shouted and rammed her staff through the screen, shutting it down.
“It’s so hot when you do things like that,” Catra purred.
“You think I’m hot, do you?” Glimmer said and fluttered her eye-lashes.
“Just let me show how hot I think you are,” Catra said with husky voice and took a step closer. Glimmer felt hot and cold all over and suddenly her clothes felt very restrictive.
“FOR THE GLORY OF HORDE PRIME!” a clone shouted, and Glimmer and Catra groaned and simultaneously punched him hard enough to send him flying through the corridors.
“Hey, could you do the whole 'carry me over the threshold’ thing now?” Glimmer asked and ducked a clone that tried to grab her.
“Did you have any special threshold in mind, Sparkles?” Catra answered, taking a moment to brush against Glimmer as she moved to intercept the next clone
“I really don’t think Horde Prime needs his space shuttle as much as we. Do you?”
“Brother,” said a clone to another.
“Brother,” the other clone answered.
“I see our guests have left the generous care of our Lord and Master Horde Prime.”
They looked in silence at the completely wrecked hangar hall. Groaning clones picked each other up from the floor. There was a conspicuous lack of space shuttles in the room.
“Most rude,” the other agreed.
“Tell me, brother,” the first clone asked, looking at an empty spray can on the floor. “What did they write on the side of the shuttle before they left?”
“'Newly weds’” the other answered.
The first one pondered this.
“Don’t you also feel thankful to our Lord and Master Horde Prime for his infinitely wise decision of forbidding such crude signs of affection?” he asked, perhaps a bit pensive.
“Yes. The second concluded. Grateful.”
Silently, they took each other’s hand as they watched the space shuttle speeding away from the station.
