Catra's ears twitch immediately towards Adora's voice, picking her up instantly. And Catra's feet freeze on the cold, hard floor.
Run, her muscles scream. She is -- terrified, panic rising sharp and vicious in her throat. Her hands tremble as she curls them into stubborn fists. She won't run away, this is where she sleeps too, and she won't surrender her bunk just because Adora hates her.
But her next few steps are quick, building up a pace before she drops to all fours; and then with a push of hands and feet, she leaps, easily clearing the height and distance to her bunk. A puff of dust shoots up as she lands with a barely a thump, and the small sneeze the irritation elicits is the most noise she's made during this process.
That's not to say she doesn't deliberately rock the bunk as she starts to go about settling down, or that she doesn't intentionally thwap her blanket around low enough to be a nuisance to Adora when she leans over to shake the dust from it. This is what she wants to do, she tells herself angrily. She wants to make life difficult for Adora, because it'll make her feel better. She wants to sleep in her own bunk, because she doesn't need or want Adora's company.
(She wants nothing more than to clamber down there and curl up against Adora's knees; to feel her hand carding through her thick mess of hair, and massaging gently at her scalp. But she's saving herself the rejection by pretending otherwise. She's only protecting herself.)
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Run, her muscles scream. She is -- terrified, panic rising sharp and vicious in her throat. Her hands tremble as she curls them into stubborn fists. She won't run away, this is where she sleeps too, and she won't surrender her bunk just because Adora hates her.
But her next few steps are quick, building up a pace before she drops to all fours; and then with a push of hands and feet, she leaps, easily clearing the height and distance to her bunk. A puff of dust shoots up as she lands with a barely a thump, and the small sneeze the irritation elicits is the most noise she's made during this process.
That's not to say she doesn't deliberately rock the bunk as she starts to go about settling down, or that she doesn't intentionally thwap her blanket around low enough to be a nuisance to Adora when she leans over to shake the dust from it. This is what she wants to do, she tells herself angrily. She wants to make life difficult for Adora, because it'll make her feel better. She wants to sleep in her own bunk, because she doesn't need or want Adora's company.
(She wants nothing more than to clamber down there and curl up against Adora's knees; to feel her hand carding through her thick mess of hair, and massaging gently at her scalp. But she's saving herself the rejection by pretending otherwise. She's only protecting herself.)