CATRA DOESN’T LIKE FEELING WEAK. SHE NEVER HAS DEALT WITH SUCH A FEELING WELL. increasingly, she’s starting to realize that her weakness wasn’t as black and white as something mundane like water. 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. her weakness is adora. war doesn’t allow for weaknesses, which is why she had been so keen on snuffing it out because in catra’s eyes, it was cut and dry. adora had made a choice and had chosen to live with it. eventually, catra had done the same in a far more destructive way. what now? without war, what comes next? as frightened as catra is to feel empty without the horde’s fire, she’s willing to sit in such uncomfortable barrenness for adora. for love. and now knowing that adora has chosen her back? catra no longer dreads the future, she embraces it; she knows she has one. so, as the festivities quiet down for the night, catra gives a small nod to adora to usher her to the hallway so that they could have a private moment.
“ 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂, ” she greets gently, warm smile on her lips. arms slide over the blonde’s shoulders, chests crashing together as she hugs her tightly; with a shaky exhale, hands instinctively cup the girl’s face as her eyes dart over her features. she wanted to remember everything about tonight. “ sorry, i just… 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. ” she murmurs, faintest of blushes. feline forces an eye roll at the dopey look on adora’s face before taking a chance to steal a quick kiss. “ alright, alright GET OVER yourself !! don’t start thinking i like you or anything. ” she can’t even say it with a straight face anymore and the giggles follow soon after. [ @ehtheria ]
𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊 💏 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘