morethanadistraction: (so no bombs?)
Catra ([personal profile] morethanadistraction) wrote in [community profile] boxitup 2020-06-16 07:11 am (UTC)

Catra thinks she stops breathing for a long moment, the world narrowing in on her as her heart beats a heavy staccato in her chest.

"Me?" And just like that, as the word exits faintly from her lips, she can think again. Of course it's her, she's the one who brought it up. She shakes her head at herself, at the butterflies squirming in her stomach and the heated surge of her blood and the curling of her toes. Adora's just spent a bunch of time complaining about how she put these thoughts in her head, about her method of eviction last night. Of course that means she's been thinking about Catra.

She hasn't been rejected, so she places her hand on Adora's arm, trying to comfort in the same way Adora's always done for her.

"I won't do it again, okay?" It's not an apology. But it's as near to one as Catra ever gets, as she slides her hand down Adora's arm, trying to find her fingers to link together with hers. "I didn't realize how badly it'd mess with your head." She doesn't do apologetic well, doesn't handle the vulnerability of it. So she tries to sound lighter when she adds; "Next time I'll just kick you until you leave."

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