Good doesn't begin to cover it. Adora flexes her fingers and toes, feeling them buzz, still. All the twisting, uneasy knots inside her have melted away, leaving her lighter than she's felt maybe ever, like she's full of hot air. Like she could just float out of this bed, if it weren't for Catra on top of her.
She's mindful of her volume, but she lets herself babble a little, the bubbly giddiness in her chest flowing from her lips. "I feel so-- empty? Like, there was always all this tension inside of me that I could never get to go away, and now it's just, gone. I didn't know it could be gone. It's-- I mean, it's--" She gestures with her free hand a moment, before settling on: "really good."
Her cheeks are pink. She's probably being a bit silly. But Catra should know that, she thinks, know how she's made her feel.
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Good doesn't begin to cover it. Adora flexes her fingers and toes, feeling them buzz, still. All the twisting, uneasy knots inside her have melted away, leaving her lighter than she's felt maybe ever, like she's full of hot air. Like she could just float out of this bed, if it weren't for Catra on top of her.
She's mindful of her volume, but she lets herself babble a little, the bubbly giddiness in her chest flowing from her lips. "I feel so-- empty? Like, there was always all this tension inside of me that I could never get to go away, and now it's just, gone. I didn't know it could be gone. It's-- I mean, it's--" She gestures with her free hand a moment, before settling on: "really good."
Her cheeks are pink. She's probably being a bit silly. But Catra should know that, she thinks, know how she's made her feel.
Adora's smile curls lopsided.
"... Are you feeling that, too?"