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Fall
Doing this by the prompt of Supercorptober2020 by @kmsdraws
Let’s see how many art I could make throughout the month. Um... maybe not that many.
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Day 31: Spooky👻 Supercorptober2020!
Day 1: Fall
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“There you are.” Kara mumbles sleepily as she pulls the balcony door open and slips outside. “I was wondering where you disappeared to.”
Lena turns to smile over her shoulder as warm arms wrap around her waist, snuggling in tight.
“Good morning sleepy head.”
“Good morning.” Kara whispers as she hooks her chin over Lena’s shoulder, sighing with content as they look out over the city together. “You seem happy this morning.”
“Do I not normally seem happy?” Lena asks fighting back a smile.
“You do.” Kara breathes as she kisses the slope of Lena’s shoulder. “There’s just something different today.”
Lena hums but doesn’t reply as she leans back into Kara’s embrace and takes a sip of tea.
“The air’s changing.” Lena admits quietly, breaking the silence.
“The air’s changing?” Kara clarifies, her brow furrowing.
“Yes.” Lena takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes. “Can’t you feel it?”
Kara pulls back to look at Lena’s profile. Her hair haloed in the morning light, pulling out the red-brown hues in her hair. Her face smooth and serene as she turns slightly into the weak sun, highlighting her sharp jaw. Kara stares at her a beat longer, memorizing the moment before she hooks her chin back over her shoulder and closes her eyes.
It takes her a moment to reach out with her senses. Focusing on the woman in her arms. How her hands rise and fall slightly with every breath Lena takes until her own breathing is slowing to match. Another deep breath in, and Kara notices it. The air is crisper somehow, suddenly devoid of National City’s usual mugginess. The scent has changed too. There’s something different about it that Kara can’t quite put a finger on.
Slowly, each carefully built wall starts to come down until Kara can feel the heat radiating between their bodies. A shudder from the trees in the street below kicks up a small gust of wind that makes the hair on her arms stand on end. There’s a coolness to it that wasn’t there before that isn’t entirely unpleasant. It makes her want to burrow further into Lena, so she does. Her arms tightening as she tucks her nose into the space just behind Lena’s jaw, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
“Can you feel it now?” Lena asks without opening her eyes.
Kara nods against her neck, wishing she had her cape to wrap around them so they can stay like this a little longer.
“I love fall.” Lena whispers, her voice a little breathy.
“It’s when National City feels the most like home.” Lena admits, her voice bordering on nostalgic.
The sound of it pulls Kara from her hiding place to watch Lena. Her eyelashes fluttering as she imagines another time, another place.
“Metropolis?” Kara ask quietly, not wanting to break the moment. Entirely unprepared for the way Lena’s eyes blink open as she turns towards her. Eyes soft with moisture, and so green they make Kara’s knees buckle.
“No.” Lena shakes her head with a sad smile. “Ireland.”
Day 7 Yellow
SUPERCORPTOBER 2020 IS HERE!
Artists, writers and creators of Supercorp content, here are your prompts for Supercorptober 2020. Create as little or as much as you want throughout October using the daily prompts and don't forget to use the hashtag. Have fun! ❤💙
Inspired by and blamed on @narraboths
Fall is Kara’s favorite Earth season.
On Krypton things were different, the weather engineered. Trees spliced and genetically enhanced so that they remained green all year round, flowers blooming regardless of the temperature.
She still remembers her first fall in her new home with fondness, how open-mouthed she had been when the leaves started to fall, a rain of fire onto the ground. She still collects a few each season – the brighter reds, oranges and yellows she can find – and it makes her particularly happy when the people she’s closest with pick up on the hobby, and bring her a selection of their own.
“It’s like a treasure hunt,” she explains to Lena on a rainy afternoon, the clouds so low and bloated they look like they will fall on the ground any minute. “You go out there and you’ll never know what sort of leaf you’ll come home with.”
But the leaves, albeit important, are not the reason she’s so in love with fall. Neither are the cups of hot cocoa she indulges in without remorse, or the temperatures, which drop ever so gently toward winter.
It’s not the scarves she wraps around her neck when it’s chilly in the morning, a different color for each day of the week, and while she loves Halloween with the endless horror movie marathons Lena “forces” her to watch, that’s not her top favorite thing either.
Those films sometimes keep her up at night – a weird thing to admit for someone used to fighting intergalactic menaces on the regular – but Kara subjects herself to the nightmares willingly. Anything for an excuse to burrow her face in the crook of Lena’s neck and let someone else be the brave one protecting her.
Admittedly, Noonan’s special lattes are a close second, along with the fact she insists on dressing up as Supergirl for the DEO Halloween party – just to drive Alex nuts when she decides, backed by Nia, to go trick or treating the way every self-loving adult should.
(one year they talked Lena into dressing as the Green Lantern and it was awesome.)
But no.
These things obviously make the top ten, because duh, but the super, bestest, most-awesome, most-amazeballs, cowabunga thing is Lena herself.
Fall-Lena, to be precise.
Fall-Lena is a rare animal indeed, her behavior strange and contrary to every other creature that hibernates. Fall-Lena remains dormant for most of the year – three seasons give or take – but as soon as the days shorten and the air acquires the specific bite Kara associates with September and pumpkin spice lattes, Fall-Lena shily pokes her head out.
It takes her a few days to fully manifest, bleary-eyed and blinking as she is at the world she left behind a year earlier, but when she does fully emerge from wherever she retreats to when in hiding, the change is swift. Near instantaneous.
Kara’s trained herself to spot the signs. They’re subtle shifts during the week, thicker stockings and a heavier coat to go over Fall-Lena’s severe attire. An umbrella stand appearing in her office. Gloves to cover her hands in the early morning.
But on the weekends, when they’re home alone… oh, the weekends are a different matter altogether.
On weekends Fall-Lena dons the softest jumpers known to man, lets her hair down, a dark waterfall Kara loves to tangle her hands into. On weekends she’s warm smiles and ruddy cheeks, mugs of hot tea and old books Kara bought for her at the flea market. And, if Kara isn’t careful, Fall-Lena will jump at every chance she gets to stick her bloody cold hands down her back.
Although, to be fair, Kara seldom tries to stop her. She loves the feeling of her fingers on bare skin too much to.
“I wish Fall-Lena would be a thing all-year round.” She mentions idly over breakfast, mowing through half of her stack of pancakes before realizing Lena’s stopped eating entirely and is staring across the table with a frown.
“Fall-Lena?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow. Her eyes are dark and intent, but curious not angry.
Kara realizes she’s never shared her theory with its subject and spends the next ten minutes stuttering through it as she brings her up to speed.
“Oh.” Is all Lena says when she is done talking. “I didn’t realize I do that.” She bites her lower lip in the way that always makes Kara want to put aside whatever she is doing – even if it pertains to world-saving – and kiss her. “Maybe you could help me keep Fall-Lena around all the time?”
It takes them a whole year of trying, of Lena learning to shut down her work phone first thing when she gets home Friday night. Of Jess (Rao bless her) refusing to answer her frantic calls on Sunday morning the way she’s always done. Of Lena breaking down and crying in the beginning, afraid that she’s letting Kara down when she doesn’t manage to relax and put worries aside even though she tries.
They spiral down together, like leaves falling to the ground, but together they’re back on their tree again come spring.
Until, one year later, Fall-Lena becomes Lena-All-Year-Round.
Supercorptober2020 Day 13: Lucky
Song: Gamble - Lucy Rose
I will take all The blame this time 'Cause it was my fault And you were kind
And you said to me Can't we work it out? Won't you talk to me? What's this all about?
