Catra doesn't need to be more awake than this. Adora likes her this way just fine-- how pliable she is beneath her hand, the slow fluttering of those dark lashes. The air in the room is thick with syrupy sleepiness, and Adora finds that it's comforting, makes it easier to lend her thoughts voice.
Her fingers keep rubbing at the that spot under Catra's jaw, offering quiet affection as she speaks. She knows it'll sound odd to bring up now, but she wants to. She really wants to.
"... Back in the Heart," Adora begins slowly, as if to give the words their proper weight, "when I was about to slip away, I... was dreaming. I saw the four of us in the Bright Moon castle, a long time from now. We were gonna go to a ball-- Scorpia's ball, and Glimmer was trying to brush your hair and you wouldn't let her, and Bow had to keep the peace-- obviously." She laughs, low and soft, the image still so vivid in her head.
"And you turned to me, and held out your hand, and I... I think that's the first time in my whole life I ever pictured a future for myself. Not as a Horde soldier, or as She-ra, but just... me. And I wanted it so badly. I've never wanted anything more."
It still makes her chest ache, recalling the sight of Catra in that dream: taller and deeper-voiced with age, so pretty and elegant, all decked out in colors to match Adora's own. And smiling, open and assured, with the walls she'd spent years building knocked long down. Happy, and safe, and hers.
Adora's hand slows to a still, too engrossed in the memory to keep up its movements. Recalling it is more overwhelming than she'd anticipated, and her voice begins to shake a little, dampness gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"You were so beautiful, Catra. And when I heard you call out to me then, asking me to stay, I realized that-- that if I just hang on, maybe I really could have a chance at that future. With you." She blinks hard, through a wide, watery smile. "I think that saved me."
A few brazen tears spill loose despite her efforts, and she quickly reaches up to wipe at her eyes. Adora feels silly. She hadn't meant to cry.
"-- Anyway, it's just." She draws in a steadying breath, shaking her head at herself. "When we had that fight earlier, I was thinking that I wanted you to know that. That's all."
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Her fingers keep rubbing at the that spot under Catra's jaw, offering quiet affection as she speaks. She knows it'll sound odd to bring up now, but she wants to. She really wants to.
"... Back in the Heart," Adora begins slowly, as if to give the words their proper weight, "when I was about to slip away, I... was dreaming. I saw the four of us in the Bright Moon castle, a long time from now. We were gonna go to a ball-- Scorpia's ball, and Glimmer was trying to brush your hair and you wouldn't let her, and Bow had to keep the peace-- obviously." She laughs, low and soft, the image still so vivid in her head.
"And you turned to me, and held out your hand, and I... I think that's the first time in my whole life I ever pictured a future for myself. Not as a Horde soldier, or as She-ra, but just... me. And I wanted it so badly. I've never wanted anything more."
It still makes her chest ache, recalling the sight of Catra in that dream: taller and deeper-voiced with age, so pretty and elegant, all decked out in colors to match Adora's own. And smiling, open and assured, with the walls she'd spent years building knocked long down. Happy, and safe, and hers.
Adora's hand slows to a still, too engrossed in the memory to keep up its movements. Recalling it is more overwhelming than she'd anticipated, and her voice begins to shake a little, dampness gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"You were so beautiful, Catra. And when I heard you call out to me then, asking me to stay, I realized that-- that if I just hang on, maybe I really could have a chance at that future. With you." She blinks hard, through a wide, watery smile. "I think that saved me."
A few brazen tears spill loose despite her efforts, and she quickly reaches up to wipe at her eyes. Adora feels silly. She hadn't meant to cry.
"-- Anyway, it's just." She draws in a steadying breath, shaking her head at herself. "When we had that fight earlier, I was thinking that I wanted you to know that. That's all."