19 Jan 2021
It was natural, right? To want that for herself: someone to tell her who she was, in her entirety, in her truth, whenever she forgot. For her heart to lurch forward and go God, give it to me, where do I start and then fall flat when it came up empty, like expecting a three-course meal only to end up swallowing air.
Adora had always been good at self-control - one of the perks of a life spent in service of whatever she thought was the greater good. But now this hunger had started in her, and there was nothing preventing it from developing further.
And it was all Catra’s fault.
A year after the war, Adora returns to Etheria. She finds everything has changed, except the thing that really should have.
31 Dec 2020
“We get you to Bright Moon,” Catra recapped, “you meet with the queen, we collect the reward, and we all get what we want. Think you can pretend well enough?”
Adora looked up at Catra under her eyelashes, suddenly self-conscious. "You think they will believe me?"
Catra sneered. "Princesses will believe anything," she said, "if it sounds enough like a fairytale."
An Anastasia AU.
“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
11 Aug 2020
“Have you looked into how student benefits for our college work? ‘Cause I might have a better idea.”
“Yeah, well, we didn’t qualify for any scholarships, so that’s out of the question,” Catra starts off, bitter. “We don’t have any disabilities that are medically certifiable, nor are we related to anyone who does. We’re not related to anyone at all, really, but that doesn’t seem to matter.”
“It sucks,” Adora agrees offhandedly, blood rushing in her ears. “Go on.”
“I don’t know. Parents? I’ve kinda just skimmed the rest of the page. All the focus on family was annoying.”
Adora shrugs, trying to look and sound nonchalant. “Married couples, too.”