Adora's fingers are so nice, and she's so warm, and she's firm and real in Catra's arms and it's just. It's so nice. It's really nice. It's nice to be laying curled up with Adora and Adora curled up with her, instead of Catra curled up at her feet. And Catra's brain may be melting a little into sleep as her purr climbs up into her throat.
Then she hears the words the Heart, and the purr cuts off. When Catra's eyes slit open, they're intense and newly alert, and her tail twitches with agitation on Adora's leg. Nothing good could come of the topic.
...Except then Adora goes into it, and Catra's eyes widen by increments until she's fully awake, hanging on Adora's every word as she explains the dream she'd had while her body was heavy and failing in Catra's arms. The dream that would have been her last thoughts, if Catra's words hadn't - miraculously - gotten through to her.
Catra's hands spasm, and then drag up Adora's back to fist in the fabric covering her shoulders. She hates remembering that she'd come so close to losing her. She hates knowing exactly how near a thing it had been.
It terrifies her that if she hadn't begged so fiercely for Adora to stay with her, her life would have ended in that fantasy.
Her laugh is shaky when Adora finishes, and it matches the tremble in her arms as she - okay, clings to Adora.
"Is that your idea of a bedtime story?" She asks, and it's supposed to lighten the mood but her voice cracks, and then she has to remove her arm from around Adora to rub at her own aggressively watering eyes. Because she was a part of the future Adora wanted. She was a part of that future before she'd cried that desperate stream of words into her, she was a part of that future even after all of the things she'd done.
She doesn't even mind sharing that future with Bow and Glimmer. She's there. Adora wants her there, and wanted her there even before she knew Catra could be. Before she knew she would be. It soothes the fear and insecurity in her heart, the wonder if - despite all evidence to the contrary - Adora never actually wanted her. If she was just convenient, or just a stand-by. Just a distraction until someone better came along.
"You're an idiot," she laughs again, watery because her eyes just won't stop, and she doesn't know if she's choking the insult at herself or Adora and so it bears repeating, one time for each of them: "You're such an idiot."
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Then she hears the words the Heart, and the purr cuts off. When Catra's eyes slit open, they're intense and newly alert, and her tail twitches with agitation on Adora's leg. Nothing good could come of the topic.
...Except then Adora goes into it, and Catra's eyes widen by increments until she's fully awake, hanging on Adora's every word as she explains the dream she'd had while her body was heavy and failing in Catra's arms. The dream that would have been her last thoughts, if Catra's words hadn't - miraculously - gotten through to her.
Catra's hands spasm, and then drag up Adora's back to fist in the fabric covering her shoulders. She hates remembering that she'd come so close to losing her. She hates knowing exactly how near a thing it had been.
It terrifies her that if she hadn't begged so fiercely for Adora to stay with her, her life would have ended in that fantasy.
Her laugh is shaky when Adora finishes, and it matches the tremble in her arms as she - okay, clings to Adora.
"Is that your idea of a bedtime story?" She asks, and it's supposed to lighten the mood but her voice cracks, and then she has to remove her arm from around Adora to rub at her own aggressively watering eyes. Because she was a part of the future Adora wanted. She was a part of that future before she'd cried that desperate stream of words into her, she was a part of that future even after all of the things she'd done.
She doesn't even mind sharing that future with Bow and Glimmer. She's there. Adora wants her there, and wanted her there even before she knew Catra could be. Before she knew she would be. It soothes the fear and insecurity in her heart, the wonder if - despite all evidence to the contrary - Adora never actually wanted her. If she was just convenient, or just a stand-by. Just a distraction until someone better came along.
"You're an idiot," she laughs again, watery because her eyes just won't stop, and she doesn't know if she's choking the insult at herself or Adora and so it bears repeating, one time for each of them: "You're such an idiot."