I would like to see something with Kara Zor-el :)
i love your fics with her
Ma takes them inside and keeps talking to them in low, soothing tones the whole time. She sits them down at the kitchen table and makes them the warm brown drink with soft white pellets in it that Kal likes so much. It tastes like ash in Kara's mouth. Everything tastes like ash.
It wasn't that far to fall, she tries to tell herself. Kal would've been fine. He would've.
She doesn't actually know if he would've, though. He could've broken his arm. Could've hit his head.
Could've just died.















