Adora's not wrong. It has been hard, harder than Catra really knows how to cope with. It's not just getting stared at weird by a lot of people in Bright Moon, either, it's trying to regulate her own bad habits. Her tendency to snap, to push people away, to get angry over small things, to pick fights. She'd never exactly had a healthy example of how to behave -- and neither had Adora, but Adora turned out so much better than her.
Now, Catra has to figure out what the new Catra looks like. And she's... not sure what that will be, what new kind of creature she might become. But if there's one thing that brings her comfort, it's Adora. Adora's loyalty, and steadfastness, and refusal to ever fully give up on her.
"I like the sound of that," she admits, her smile brightening. "Being yours. And you being mine, too."
Adora's so close, and she smells so nice, and Catra hadn't missed that glance at her lips. It makes her own gaze dip downward, lingering.
"Can I kiss you?" she asks scratchily, amidst the hum of the engine and the stars flying past the front window.
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Now, Catra has to figure out what the new Catra looks like. And she's... not sure what that will be, what new kind of creature she might become. But if there's one thing that brings her comfort, it's Adora. Adora's loyalty, and steadfastness, and refusal to ever fully give up on her.
"I like the sound of that," she admits, her smile brightening. "Being yours. And you being mine, too."
Adora's so close, and she smells so nice, and Catra hadn't missed that glance at her lips. It makes her own gaze dip downward, lingering.
"Can I kiss you?" she asks scratchily, amidst the hum of the engine and the stars flying past the front window.