#|| kara ||

[cfvalors]

[text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me. @maidenxfmight

[✉️:Kara🦸🏼🌠] You’re no fun.

[✉️:Kara🦸🏼🌠] Of course I got you two orders of cheese sticks, who do you think I am?

[✉️:Kara🦸🏼🌠] wait...

[✉️:Kara🦸🏼🌠] A crown, a sash, and a bouquet of flowers... is Donna upset with you or is this a more of a random objects hold the fate of the world kind of thing?

[✉️:Kara🦸🏼🌠] Because I can only help with one of those.

[cfvalors]

@maidenxfmight

[✉ Kara ☀️]: I got to hold a dog today!

[✉ Kara ☀️] image.png

[...]

[✉ Kara ☀️] but also, you know you can talk to me right?

[✉ Kara ☀️] because I'll drop it if you ask but it seems, to me at least, like something is bothering you.

[mrlxrd]

The only good part about the long and boring U.N. meeting was that no one seemed young enough to know what a cell phone was, much less that he had spent most of the meeting alternating between twitter, updates on project BRNY, and the Monday night game between the Meteors and his beloved National City Sharks.

He had even sent a small paper football flying across the room to alert Supergirl as to the score, which he felt had been very kind of him.

Other than that the meeting had been dull and unproductive in the way that only government bureaucrats could manage. It was truly a blessing sent directly to the United States of America that he was there, otherwise they’d spend another three years arguing the logistics of the naming conventions of their investigatory committee while cities burned to the ground. Granted, it probably also helped that he had offered a substantial amount of money to the committee with the sly suggestion that he lead the investigation himself. The council had agreed, of course, and he had landed not only full control of the investigation but also a loyal, trusting, super lapdog.

God, he loved his life.

He clasped his hands together as he stepped off his jet, the winds of star city blowing his usually perfectly slicked hair into a wild flurry of bronze locks. “Supergirl!” He grinned, “I’m sure you’re with me when I say this isn’t exactly how I pictured my return to the West Coast but I must say that I’m glad that you agreed to come and help out. My team has been here for a few weeks already, clean up and the like, but now we can really get into the nitty-gritty of this thing. You have my full cooperation and any resources you need I will get.”

@maidenxfmight​

[kxnel]

⚡ an angry text @maidenxfmight 

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: I’ve been talking to Erik lately and I owe you an apology for everything I said when... well you know when. [unsent]

[...]

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: I really need your advice. Do you think we could talk soon?

[...]

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: I hope you’re alright... it’s been a couple days and idk I really need your opinion on some stuff.

[...]

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: Kara?

[...]

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: Real cool of you to fuck off for days on end without a backup plan!

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: We all really love not knowing if you’re dead or not.

[...]

[✉️ → Aunt Kara]: Way to be selfish, Kara. 

[cfvalors]

Kara

“You know when you’re looking at the night sky and it doesn’t look much like anything and then you find one star and all of a sudden you can see the entire constellation? Kara is a lot like that star.”

@maidenxfmight

[kxnel]

“☎” for a RUSHED text 

@maidenxfmight

[Aunt Kara]: EATING COMPETITION AT MONROE’S ON 33RD.

[Aunt Kara]: TWO COMPETITORS, TWO 5LBS BURRITOS

[Aunt Kara]: SIGN UP ENDS IN FOUR MINUTES.

[cfvalors]

11. a forehead kiss

He probably spent more time than was necessary sleeping at Kara’s apartment. It was cozy and warm and he didn’t feel nearly as lonely curled up on the floor next to her bed as he did at his own apartment, plus he liked Donna a lot and as an added bonus their upstairs neighbors didn’t constantly stomp around at three in the morning so all in all it was just better than sleeping alone. They said a prayer together before she turned out the light and Lar felt more at peace than he had in a very, very long time.

Still, his eyes fluttered open when he heard a soft whimpering and he flew to his feet when he heard the tell-tale sounds of someone thrashing around in bed. His first thought was that there was an intruder, though he had to admit he felt bad for whoever decided this particular apartment was the right one to try and break into, but as he glanced toward Kara’s bed he realized that it was just her having what he assumed to be a nightmare.

And a particularly violent one at that.

He bit his lip, unsure if he should go get Donna but looking closer he could see tears streaming from her closed eyes and it broke his heart.He moved to sit on her bed as gently as he could as he gently shook her shoulder, his voice soft as he spoke. “Kara, Kara, hey. It’s just a dream. You’re alright.”

That seemed to do it, and she blinked up blearily at him as he wiped his thumb over her cheek softly. He shuffled closer, adjusting himself until she was tucked under his chin and he was staring at the ceiling. With a final glance down at her he pressed his lips to her hairline before resting his cheek there, remembering all of the times his mother had done the same to him when he couldn’t sleep.

“I’m right here.” He said, and then, much to his own surprise, an old lullaby from his childhood began to play in his head. One he hadn’t thought of in years.

And he began to hum.