@oliverqxeen + @doctorkierans said: ‘drabble ’ + coming back after crisis
breath returns to your body like a kick to the stomach, clawing at your throat to break through your lips - your arms clawing that the surface beneath you as you stammer to catch it. your eyes, although heavy, shoot open and linger on the spinning orbs of pale blues and whites that hover above your head. turning, you fall from a slab of ice where you had been resting, hands connecting with the snow beneath them. staring, you blink again, willing your eyes to focus and relax. they don’t.
instead, you move to sit, breath still clutching through your body as though it is the hardest thing you could ever do. “mother?” comes a broken whisper, head frantically turning against the slab that now wets your hair, “mother?” you don’t recognise it, the voice that leaves your throat. it’s hoarse and broken, foreign. so separate from your own that you’re sure this is some lucid dream you’d found your way into. one with swirling lights and a coldness that feels unlike anything you’d experienced before. human, almost - you note. the sensations that ran through you. they almost felt human. lingering, you stay rested against the slab of ice, the thin material on your back cold against your skin. you note then, how your breath looks. swirling whisps of frozen air dancing around your lips. you pause, blinking harder, willing your gaze to focus. but a voice interrupts your concentration, and you turn, head following in it’s direction until you’re on your feet.
“kara zor-el,” it speaks, robotic and familiar. your heart drops, to the depths of your stomach, knees giving way to the immense weight that now runs through you. how was this happening? how were you here? you rub your eyes harder, will his shape into existence, blinking - begging to see his figure.
“kelex...” you start, voice soft, “how i... no. no i can’t.” realisation spikes, and your body heats. gone are the human sensations that pushed through your skin, and it their place, a fiery hotness. eyes burn and a ray of light shoots through, tangled amongst the panic that travels through your spine. your hands move to cover them, head shaking as you will yourself to stop. but everything collapses around you, your powers coursing through you like when you’d first arrived. “stop.. stop..” you plead, shaking your head and willing your body to listen. your body. your real, living, breathing body. if the powers weren’t enough to make you sick, that thought alone surely would. it takes a moment, but finally - you settle. the pain that ripped through you gone now, and in its place, a stillness that was almost uncomfortable. blinking, you see clearly for the first time since you had awoken, and your eyes drop. glancing to your hands that rest in your lap.
bunching them you watch silently as the veins in your wrists contract, exposing deep purples and blues. a choked sob leaves your throat and a stinging builds in your eyes. you’re alive. you’re living and breathing and alive. except, you don’t want to be. because you can’t be. you’d did your duty to this planet, you’d upheld your promise of protecting kal el. you’d been rewarded with a reunion of your family and your people. you, supergirl, fought your battles and you had succeeded in rewards with your hearts desires. but - it had been short lived. ripped away from you and put in its place, a resurrection you had not asked for. surely one did not deserve hell having already experienced heaven?
bowing your head, you inhale, short and quick, the ache in your chest lingering only a moment longer. “who did this to me?”
