𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 ( ft. @bitecursed )
the streets know her name , every dark alley and bright avenue knows the girl with the blonde hair and the mean eyes. how could they not? they birthed her, raised her , created her if anyone was ever a parent to her, certainly it were those streets , echoing her name more times than her mother had ever said it. she’s thankful to them for the freedom , for the home when she had none. it was never its’ fault that it’s embrace was far too cold.
people always had something to say about the girl with the blonde hair and the mean eyes. they thought too much, but the streets hadn’t taken her innocence as they’d assumed. no , she kept it hidden away in a safe space inside herself locked away for no one to ever find . . . or so she thought.
of course it only made sense that it’d be him. the one who’d touched her blonde hair and braved her mean eyes. “ i’ve never actually, you know . . . kissed someone. “ she’d told him, her voice much more quiet than the confident tone which would normally lace it. a shaky breath leaves her lips when eli nixon’s fingers touch her cheek and, for the first time in her life, kara knows what a warm touch feels like and lithe fingers wrap around his wrist ever so gently, afraid that he’ll move his hand away, that she’ll forget what it feels like.
“ i can show you, “ he says and kara slowly nods, barely able to hear his voice over the sound of her own heart beating in her ears. eyes are no longer mean, soothed by the only one who ever could and she stands on her tiptoes, lets him come to her and the feeling of his lips against her own ignites a supernova within her chest.
of course, she thinks, of course it’s him.











