Lilith when she just spent the whole season trying to kill Ava but then Ava is actually dying: You know what it never was? That serious. It was never that serious.
Genre: Angst⢠(if this fic had a soundtrack, it would be headlined by Taylor Swiftâs âBack to Decemberâ)
Lena Luthor, famously cold and impersonal in her professional life, returns to the small town sheâd grown up in the winter her father dies. Kara Danvers, the childhood sweetheart who Lena has not seen in over six years, is renting the guest house on her fatherâs property.
The first time they see each other again for the first time, Lena doesnât know what to say. Her mouth falls open; her chest grows tight. She tries to speak and all she gets out is, âKaraââ
Kara does not let her finish whatever ambling thought she mightâve had. âSorry,â she says, caught like a deer in headlights. âI haveâIâm late. For something.â And even though she had just pulled up to the house, she loops her keys around her fingers and immediately re-enters her truck.
This is an unchronological tale that switches from past to present; glimpses of a happy relationship that slowly, slowly starts to lapse. In the past Lena takes a job in the city, Kara starts working for the Gand family, and they spend less time together.
In the present, Lena has to organize a funeral and handle all her fatherâs outstanding debts. She spends most of her evenings with a glass of scotch and no company beyond the whistle of wind through every hollowed crack in the walls.
Back to the pastâLena is too in her own head to understand she is the one to blame for the distance. Because Kara tries. She is the one who organizes dates to go stargazing in the back of her truck, the one who brings flowers to Lenaâs study every week, the one who stays up waiting until Lena makes it back home every night after a two-hour commute just to make sure Lena is safe. And eventually, Lena gets a place out in the city without telling Kara, with the idea that Kara will go with her.
Six years forward and Lena finds out Kara has taken over her fatherâs mortgage completely. They sit in his houseâthe one which seems to just be falling apartâand theyâre supposed to be going over the numbers, but all Lena can do is think about how Kara looks the same. How she smiles the same, even if itâs more subdued. How her forehead still crinkles when sheâs faced with a trying task, and lighting Lionel Luthorâs untouched fireplace is one of them.
âHow have you been sleeping at night? Did you even turn the heat on?â Kara fusses like she always does, still trying to fix anything she probably can, even if sheâs undoubtedly unqualified. âYour dad alwaysââ She pauses. âHe always would need me to make the walk to the circuit breaker.â
They put everything aside for the night and Kara insists that Lena come stay in the guest house; her heat isnât working if Lenaâs isnât, but her fireplace is. This, much to Lenaâs dismay, means they also have to share the sofa bed in the living room for the night.
When they broke up six years ago, Lena had asked Kara to go with her. And Kara had let Lena talk about the life they could have in the city, let Lena go on and on about how happier theyâd be. But once Lena had presented her case, Kara didnât even respond. She didnât need to; Kara had gently brushed flyaway hair behind Lenaâs ear, her fingertips warm against Lenaâs ice-cold skin, and her thumb had settled right on the apple of Lenaâs cheek. Her eyes had been so sad, and Lena knew in that instant what she was going to say.
In the present, Lena canât imagine any scenario where Kara being in the same bed with herâhuddling for warmth of all thingsâis a good idea. Kara has always been infuriatingly warm during Midvale winters when everyone else is freezing, and Lena has to all but bury herself into her arms now in order to get any sleep.
But even then, they canât fall asleep. And Karaâs breathing is even, but nervous. Lena traces her finger idly on Karaâs wrist, feels Karaâs breath catch underneath her ear.
âI donât understand you,â Lena says, after a moment. âYou didnât need to bring me here. I know you hate meââ
âI donât hate you, Lena,â Kara cuts her off, and it feels like a secret and a revelation all the same. âGod, why would I hate you?â
To say it out loud, because I broke your heart, sounds cheap. So Lena doesnât say it. âI would hate me,â she says instead, âif I was you.â Kara has a hair tie around her wrist, and Lena feels it bump underneath her fingers. Kara does not move her hand away.
They stay up all night and talkâabout what they are doing now, about their families, about their jobs. And the whole time, Lena clings onto the sound of Karaâs heartbeat, of the warmth of their tangled legs together, of the scent of the smoking embers of the fire as it dies.
(In the past, they say goodbye when Lena boards a plane and Kara sits in her truck and doesnât see her off at the gate. In the present, Kara kisses Lenaâs forehead when she cries for the first time since her father died, and it feels like a beginning.)
So I just found this video on my Instagram explore (@comebackheretaylor13). I have no idea what year it is or what event. But that is Taylor in the audience and please notice a hand on her shoulders and waist the entire time. Also notice that it definitely doesnât look like a male hand with that quarter sleeve print shirt⌠I would bet a large amount of money that is Karlie.
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