be the thing that buries me
“There’s nothing left to destroy,” the girl who’s holding Catra’s hand says. Unlike Catra, her body’s still imperfect, but her mind seems fully developed. Catra knows nothing outside of Horde Prime’s sphere, so it’s fascinating to her that the First Ones would go about it in the opposite way. “They won’t come find us here.”
Catra wishes there was a way to communicate with her, to imprint into her mind questions such as what’s your name and what do you want from me and aren’t we supposed to be enemies? But the girl keeps dragging her, blonde hair glinting under the light of the bleak sun, and Catra’s smiling.
It’s only when she’s back on the ship that Prime realizes what’s happening.
- Part 1 of be the thing that buries me
17 Oct 2020
One of Adora’s hands descends on Catra’s claws - the normal, as well as the steel ones - remembering the sting. "You killed me," Adora says by way of greeting.
Catra stares right at her. "You killed me, too."
“I could do it again."
It’s all pretense. Sooner or later, if neither of them strike for too long, their programming will take over - but for now, her sword hangs in its sheath by her side as she maps out the lines of Catra’s new face, the different-colored eyes that always stay the same, the freckles on her cheek.
Catra and Adora's soul bond designates them as enemies through their different incarnations. Having fallen in love, they try to find a way to break it.
- Part 2 of be the thing that buries me