GLIMMER TRIES NOT TO make too much noise as she enters catra’s room, cautious about startling her. it feels strange to be on the flipside of things; there’s a tray in her hand, some leftover dumplings upon it instead of a slice of cake that was never eaten. catra is not their prisoner, but both are still out of their depth, a testament to how DEEP the trauma they’ve endured at prime’s hands runs through them. “ hey there, ” it feels good to speak softly after a year of barking orders, a year of SCREAMING for help and begging for mercy. the queen approaches the bed. “ i was putting these away and... just wanted to see if maybe you wanted one more. because i do, and i didn’t want to eat them alone. ”
@catchromia ! / call closed.
