A/N: She-ra and the Princess of power were made by J. Michael Straczynski and Larry DiTillio, I only take credit for my own added character's and storylines. Similarly, any references will be attributed to their original creators when they pop up.
Recommended story: Unbroken by alettepegasus
Where Adora and Catra are injured and trapped in a canyon. Both are trapped with vicious monsters, worse, they have to deal with their feelings for the other. Catra gets to muse on her past choices while Adora... she gets stabbed. A lot
BTW, I also have an A03 account where I'm also publishing, if you prefer reading it there~.
Enjoy!
Book I: Of Shard & Concept
Chapter 11 ~ The Royal Banquet I
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Content Warning! Implied depression, BPD, suicidal thoughts and other similar themes (if you squint you eyes). If any of the above is something you are not comfortable with, then you might want to skip this fic.
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Catra twitches, grimacing at the weird sensation while Entrapta frowns thoughtfully. "You know, I'd be of much greater help if you told me what you're doing."
"Hm?" She blinks, as if only just realising Catra was there. "Oh, don't worry, everything's a-okay!"
"And I am now moderately concerned." Catra drawls sarcastically. "Now, any reason why you wanted to probe my arm? I've told you it's fine for weeks now."
"...But it scarred." Entrapta frown deepens as her eyes dart towards the scarred arm.
"Hardly the first time I've been gifted one." She grins, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she crosses her legs on the chair. "Besides, I'm told my scars look pretty cool."
For a moment, Entrapta stares at the younger woman blankly.
She reaches for a blunt instrument, eye twitching as she hits Catras arm with enough force to make her jump. "That wasn't funny."
"Okay, okay." She raises her arms in half playful defensiveness. "Yeesh, woman. One'd think your kingdom hadn't been in the middle of two major powers at war."
"...And your manner of speech has gone weird."
"Ah, well, you know. I caught up on some stuff after visiting Kodiak's sectors."
"Two-day trip was enough to slowly change your speech pattern over the course of a month?" An eyebrow climbs her forehead as she sends her a sceptical glance.
"...I've been visiting Lance and George a few times as well."
Entrapta made a noise of understanding, offering a nod before she returned to her notebook. "You've been visiting them a lot." She offers without any accusation.
"Well yeah, they... really cool, I guess." She shifts her weight, shrugging helplessly as she leans into the chair. "I mean, I like George, but Lance... he just kind of gets it, y'know?"
"I'm not surprised," Entrapta comments idly, "Lance used to be from the Horde, after all."
"That'd be-." Catra blinks as her brain stops. "Wait, wait, wait. What?"
"Er... what, what?"
"What do you mean Lance used to be part of the Horde?"
"...I thought you knew? You're not usually that open to... well, anyone, but much less anyone not from the Horde... excluding near-death scenarios."
"I-, but Lance is nothing like..." Catra frowns. Something in her mind clicked in place. As if it'd finally solved a puzzle she hadn't even known she'd been trying to solve. "That would explain why he's so understanding. Or why it's easy to talk to him... if they have kids, he would have defected at some point during the power transition between the King and Hordak... that's arguably when things got the messiest."
"Either way," Entrapta interrupts her thoughts, "Touch this with your pinky and this with your thumb." Catra nods, reaching with her right hand as she follows the woman's instruction. "Right," She states, playing around with the computer's buttons as she carefully goes from her notes to her arm, to the screen, and repeats it. For minutes without end. "Are you sure you don't feel any pain? No negative symptoms or anything abnormal?"
"No? What are you trying to achieve anyway?"
"...Well, I think it's obvious this isn't a placebo effect, which means I might actually be right..."
"Entrapta," Catra frowns, forcing herself to breathe before continuing her sentence. "I can count on my hand how many times you haven't been right." She sniffs. "I can't read minds, so explain it, now, please."
"Okay, okay. So you remember last month when you handed me my screwdriver?"
Catra stares. "No?" She tilts her head bewilderedly before sending her a suspicious stare. "Wait. Did you lose it again?"
"It was my six-sided hex driver!" Entrapta defends, and then, in a rare display of embarrassment, a faint tint of blush forms on her cheeks. "Anyway!" She hastily adds. "It was electrical and... er... kind of damaged. And my gloves are insulated for that, so it was fine, but... I really shouldn't have asked you to touch it. And I'm really sorry for asking to do so when it was against lab protocols, but what's more concerning is this."
Catra stares at the screen. Blinking once, she turns towards Entrapta and pretends she's followed half of that. "Right... so I've got numbers."
Entrapta huffs, moving the screen as a graph appears with two separate lines. "This one is the standard reaction from average humanoids that share similar characteristics to your own body." She points to the higher line. "And this is yours." She points towards the much lower line.
"Entrapta, you're going to have to explain this to me in detail."
"Okay... okay. Your body's ability to withstand electrical current is far, far greater than any... well, anything biological I've ever seen. And that includes myself." Her fingers drum on the edge of the desk, frown on her features as she bites her lip unsurely. "I didn't think much of it at first since you tend to ignore physical pain, but your body should have reacted, if only by jerking."
"So I'm resistant to electricity." Catra finally murmured, expression blank as she stared at the ceiling.
"Well, that's more of the cause rather than the side effects."
"Hm?"
"I've always found it strange how you could always keep up with She-ra. Physically alone she's unparalleled by all apart from Scorpia, but she should also have been much faster and possessed much greater reflexes... which would mean that she shouldn't have difficulty defeating you. But it's always been a fairly even fight.
"Well, She-ra has a boost over Adora, and there was always some level of holding back in our spars, so I just assumed it made her bigger and stronger... not to mention dumber." The last was added with a snort, even if she knows it's nothing to do with intelligence and everything to do with being a people pleaser.
Catra's nose wrinkles at the thought. If it didn't crawl under her skin so much, she'd probably find it funny that Shadow Waver's favourite was the Rebellions attack dog. As it was, it only left her with the need to be... violent.
"And is there anyone that could keep up with either you or Adora?"
Catra opens her mouth, words on the tip of her tongue. And then she stops, blinking as she slowly closes it. "I mean... maybe Shadow Weaver when we were younger? Only that not really, since I beat her when I eventually did confront her..." Catra frowns, shaking her head as her eyes return to gazing at the woman. "Okay, I see your point. Why does being resistant to electricity allow that."
"Not as much the resistance as it is my suspicion on how you became resistant," Entrapta says slowly. "I can only assume, but I believe it'd be for the best if you talked of what Sh-"
"Entrapta." Catra hisses, tone carefully controlled and laced with warning.
"But you won't. Either way, constant exposure to electricity of great magnitude would usually damage one's blood vessels, all five of their senses and some damage to the nervous system."
"But I don't experience any of that...?"
"Which leads me to believe that your body... adapted to resisting electricity, through which process it became more proficient in conducting it, particularly through bioelectricity. I... will look further into this, but so far It's all guesswork since biology isn't a subject I focus that much on. Perhaps it's related to the myelin sheath? It's thickness...?"
As Entrapta starts running from one device to another with a notebook in hand, Catra concludes the experiment over, lazily standing as she rubs the faintly scarred arm.
Emily walks closer, bandages on the robot's head as it lets out what Catra assumes is an exasperated sound.
"Thanks," She sends a half concerned gaze towards the chaos the woman starts to create before bandaging her arm. "Hopefully she won't blow up the room this time." She sighs, patting the robot's head in sympathy.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Entrapta rushes -did walking still apply with hair?- towards her, the device in hand and grin on her expression. "I finished its upgrades, it should be as good as new!"
Catra hums, taking a few steps back before she swings the spear in practised motions. Lips twitching, she raises an eyebrow. "You changed the weight of the blade? It feels slightly lighter"
"Perhaps it's slightly better." She offers with a silly smile. "This is the fourth time you've asked for adjustments."
"I've been busy using it." Catra smiles back. "Pity I didn't get a chance to exercise it against the princesses. One of these days they'll run out of troops to throw at us." It's a little awkward to carry, she thinks, lazily holding it with her right hand, but it's better than the attempt on a compactable one. "I have a few more archives to go through so I'll leave you to your science and fun. Try not to blow anything up this time."
"Bye!" Entrapta waves, letting out a soft huff before a faint smirk graces her face. "Oh, and I know you were visiting Kodiak's sectors, so you don't need to pretend otherwise."
Nose high and features dignified, Catra leaves pretending her face isn't red or heated.
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"You know," Catra drawls with no actual bite, "when I said I had a minute, I meant a minute."
"Well, yeah, but you don't actually have anything immediately pressing. I checked with Kyle, don't bother denying it! So-"
"Why would you ask Kyle?" She blinks as her brow furrowed.
"Huh? Oh. Because he's your secretary?" Scorpia half states, half askes.
"I-, what?" Catra stares dumbfounded, only recently having learnt the word. "No, he isn't!"
"Wait, really?"
"Yes. I think I'd know if Kyle was my secretary."
"...Huh. I'll have to spread that." Scorpia laments. "Pretty sure half the Horde thinks he's your secretary."
"..." Catra lips press into a thin line as her eye starts twitching.
"Anyway! I thought we should go over the lesson plans for the Royal ball in two weeks."
"...Lesson plans?" Something aching to dread starts to well in her stomach.
"Yeah, you know, etiquette, politics, gossip, dancing?" Every word is accentuated, each more excited and brightly than the previous.
Her dread grows. "You already taught me how to dance?"
"I-, er... Catra, that was the opening dance. And it's a different opening dance, not to mention you'd have to dance at least three times... it's..." She trails off, seeming to struggle with her words. "You'll need the basics if we want to build your reputation." She finally simplifies.
Her dread morphs into relief when the door slides open. "Who wants to build a reputation?" Entrapta asks, sitting on top of Emily as she plays with a scroll.
"Catra does," Scorpia smiles. "And as such, we will start with the image! Which means clothes!"
Catra crosses her arms, gazing at the larger woman wearily. "...I already have my suit?"
Scorpia stares.
To make it worse, Entrapta, who has only ever worn her work attire, also chooses to stare up from her screen in a manner that can only be described as horror.
"I... that..." Scorpia splutters, eyes dilated as if she's suddenly suffered from a concussion.
"Catra," Entrapta -Entrapta!- broaches the subject gently, "you can't wear the same clothes to the two biggest events of the year."
Catra's eye twitches. Violently. "...oh?"
"You also can't wear a suit... unleash you don't identify as a girl?" Entrapta eyes widen. "Which is perfectly acceptable! I just didn't realise that-"
"...I-, yes? I mean I'm a girl. Biologically and mentally..." Catra sighs, "and emotionally" she hastily adds, not willing to offer the woman any other possible theories.
Not that she'd known that was a thing until recently. The Horde didn't exactly teach one to be individualistic and expressive.
Actually. It did the exact opposite.
She couldn't claim to entirely understand it, but if it was something that was hurting her soldiers then she'd damn well find a way to accommodate them. Even if finding the actual magic needed, and then figuring how it'd work -because even if it'd help, Catra couldn't imagine a single one of her soldiers accepting magic as a solution without a perfect explanation on how it worked- would be a nightmare and a half. Just another problem in her growing pile of 'things to resolve', she lamented.
Well, a soldiers gotta do what a soldiers gotta do. Even if it had nothing to do with the usual values that the instructuroes had implaid.
"Then it's going to have to be a dress."
Unfortunately, all that newfound knowledge was of no help to her now.
"...a... dress." The amount of venom that's said in the single word is, unfortunately, nowhere near enough to remove either Scorpia's or Entrapta's -Entrapta's!- eerie smile.
Eyes dilating, she stares at the window -a tiny thing, there barely being any inside personal rooms- and contemplates the probability of escaping. Yes, it'll be a tight fit through that window, but she's nothing if not flexible, and yes, she's on the fourteenth floor, so there's be... thirty-five or so meters fall... she might be able to survive that.. possibly.
Still better than the dress.
"Yes," Scorpia smiles excitedly. "Oh, I have so many options. Maybe mahogany? No, maybe burgundy..."
"A dress."
"I mean…" Scorpia offers hesitantly while awkwardly meeting her gaze. "They're already going to be wary of letting you in. You did bring down Princess Frostas castle."
"But… a dress." Catra replies helplessly.
Scorpia brightens, taking Catras lack of argument as consent -which it was, as much as Catra loathe to admit it- as she starts offering different designs and ideas to which she finds herself incapable of following.
Not for the first time, she finds herself regretting bombing the princess party.
"I have a tail." She hisses when Scorpia offers a particularly horrifying design.
"So?" Entrapta asks curiously.
"Entrapta," Catra groans, torn between patience and stress, "my tail sways."
"But Scorpia doesn't have a problem with-"
"Scorpia's tail connects at her waist, not the end of her coccyx." Catra points out.
She's never actually worn a dress before. She doubts there's a dress in the entire Horde. That being said, she's seen some of the dresses the Princesses wore during prom, made all the worse by the dresses Scorpia offers, be it by idea or wardrobe.
It looks horrendously uncomfterble. And that's before you take into account how inflexible it looks.
"So... we improvise the dress," Entrapta -Entrapta!- concludes after a moment of silence.
"I-!"
"Sure," Scorpia beams, "Don't worry, we'll make it match the makeup and hairstyle?"
"...makeup?" Catra stairs, not knowing what that was but knowing she wouldn't enjoy it from the link of the sentence. "...hairstyle? What's wrong with my hair."
"It's fairly... I mean... don't worry, we'll use hair straighteners. Oh, which conditioner do you use?"
"...what?"
"...you do use conditioner, right?" Entrapta frowns. "Shampoo?"
"...Do you mean soap?" Catra offers.
An eerie silence follows as two pairs of eyes stare at her blankly.
Several hours later, Catra could firmly -and traumatic- conclude neither of the two had meant soap.
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"Do you need me to spot that one?"
For a moment, she stares at the weight contemplatively. Shrugging, she offers a lacklustre nod. "Sure," she acknowledges, lying on the bench with an ungraceful flop, "hopefully you remember how to hold them."
Catra's lips twitch. "Believe it or not," she drawls as Lonnie begins, "I actually have a personal gym now."
"Nah," Lonnie denies with a snort, "There's no way Shadow Waver had a personal gym.
Catra shivers. "Ew. Now I have that in my head."
"Heh, just spreading my kindness to the world."
"Your kindness was not wanted."
"Aww," Lonnie cooees between her panting, "did I hurt your feelings? Big bad Second can't deal with backtalk?"
"She can deal with it just fine, thank you. Rebellion, hell and princesses, an unpleasant walk in the sewers. Shadow Waver benching? No thank you."
"...Now I've got it in my head," She grimaces.
"Good, share the kindness, Lonnie."
For a moment, silence fills the faintly illuminated room, night having long since reached the sky.
"What does that even mean?"
"What? ...Hell?" Catra frowns. "Not sure, actually. Something like a place of suffering? I'll have to look into it. Kyle must have caught on to it when we were going through "
"...So you and Kyle are all buddies now."
"I wouldn't call us buddies, but we're getting along, I think."
She scowls, throwing her weight to the side, ignoring the added dent to the metallic ground at her side as she lifts from the bench.
"Er... you okay there?"
"Oh, I don't know, am I okay?"
"You look okay to me?"
"I look okay?"
"I don't know!?" Catra frowns, the faint traces of irritation growing. "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem? How about yours? Months with hardly a word and suddenly you're all buddy-buddy with Kyle?" Lonnie pushes Catra back with a snarl.
"Are you trying to pick a fight?" Catra hisses eyes narrowing dangerously.
"You know what? Yes, I am."
For the record, Catra didn't throw the first punch.
She might have, however, thrown the second one.
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"Now that that's sorted," Rogelio says, eyes narrowed as he glares down at them. "You will explain. Now."
For a moment, silence fills the room.
Then they both point an accusing finger at the other woman. "She started it." They simultaneously accuse. "What?"
"What do you mean I started it?" Catra scowls. "You threw the first punch!"
"Yeah? Who sprained my wrist?"
"You bit my tail!"
"Only because you pulled my hair!"
"Because you spat on me? Spat. On. Me."
"Please. You threw-"
"Oh?" Rogelio growls.
Well, she says growls, but it's more of a hiss like growl? She still has slight gaps with understanding Rogelios language -and she has it easier, what with being near human- but it's... higher pitched? Rogelio's language is filled with growls and faint hisses, but she knows whenever it's only a hiss it's bad.
"You're telling me, you woke me at three in the morning, because you had a childish spat that caused an injury."
In perfect synchronisation, they both open their mouths to defend themselves. And then they wisely close it.
Neither bothers running when he grabs them by the collar of their clothes, throwing them at the edge of the door before slamming it closed.
"...Huh." Lonnie blinks. "That went well."
"Yeah." Catra nods, just as bewildered. "Did I doze through his lecture?" She asked bemused. "Have I started doing it subconsciously?"
"If you have, then it's spread onto me."
"Please, as If you'd complain about it."
"...Was it just me, or was he smiling when he closed the door?"
"...It's Rogelio, kind of difficult to tell. But maybe? At least I think he might have."
"Well, this is nostalgic." Lonnie huffs, leaning on the opposite wall as she slides down.
"This one's on you." Catra points out, sitting next to her, too tired to bother walking back to her room.
"On me? Hello? Sprained wrist? That'll take a week or two to heal!"
"You bit my tail!"
They both glare at the other, eyes narrowed as they both twitch to throw another punch.
And then Lonnies snorts, a low chuckle that quickly turns into laughter. Catra's not entirely sure, though, a giggle of her own building in her chest which quickly turns into uncontrollable snickering.
Their eyes meet, and the laughter only increases, having to lean on the other lest they fall face-first into the floor.
She's never been much of an optimist. She's always seen her rations bars half empty.
But somehow, Catra knows things will work themselves out.
And for once, that's enough.
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"…" Catra frowns, staring at Dawn for a moment before she reaches for the helmet and removes it. "Hmm… yeah, that'll probably work better." She nods, leaving it in their transport before turning towards Lonnie even if she does wonder why the younger girl blushes.
"Urgh," She groaned, handing her own helmet, "how did you talk me into this again?"
"With my suave and dashing personality."
"Oh, right, you annoyed me into this."
"Suave and dashing." She repeats.
"Of course," Lonnie drawls, "this place looks weird." She grimaces, staring at the vast grassland.
Not that she didn't sympathise, for all the pictures Catra had seen, watching the almost endless plain land was a sight to behold.
But then, anything that wasn't made of metal and stone was a sight she'd yet seen. "It's close to the Crimson Waste," She frowns at the thought, "I would have expected it to be less humid."
"Magic?" Dawn offers, having seemingly resolved any earth shattering question she'd been pondering.
"The Star sisters are known for being a three kingdom alliance. The oldest alliance between princesses, actually. They're each codependent with the other two." Scorpia seems to ponder for a moment. "I think Gemma provides the water, Cassandra provides the food, and Deven trades with the outside countries. We're in Princess Gemmeas lands, which is why it's humid, higher in the north it becomes dryer."
"Right," Catra nods, breathing deeply. "So that's the Royal Banquet?" She tilts her head towards the nearing... it's not quite a building, more of an open garden with countless columns expanding through hundred or so meters. Dozens of soldiers surround the large land, many of which have already spotted them and showing clear signs of discomfort.
"So we just pick a pillar and stare intimidatingly?" Lonnie asks with a smirk, almost hiding the growing tension through her body.
"Don't worry, I don't think you can mess this up." Catra snorts, eyes scanning the garden, making it a point to not send a second glance to any of the dozen of princesses already present.
"Says the one that'll prance like a princess."
"...If you really want to follow that pattern, either you, Rogelio or Kyle are next."
They both stare at each other for a long, horrifying moment.
"Er-," They both shiver.
"Yeah," Catra nods, faintly appalled by her own statement, "let's leave that there."
Lonnie forces herself to shrug, offering her own nod before leading Dawn towards one of the further pillars where she could sulk in peace.
So much for a bodyguard. Catra thinks amusingly.
Not that she doubts Lonnie would be at her back in seconds the moment anything went wrong.
"I'm not surprised by this," Scorpia comments, offering an arm, "but they're breaking etiquette by not greeting us."
"Well," Catra frowns, taking the offered claw as they walk towards the Gardens edge, "we expected them to keep some distance."
"Still," A rare frown forms on Scorpias face, "It's rude of them to just stare." Then her lips twitch as a faint tint of red on her cheeks. "Not that I blame them, you look beautiful."
Catra smirks, sending her a teasing glance. "We both know you're the one pulling the gazes."
She only half listens to Scorpias spluttering, eyes darting towards the lake next to her feet as she gazes into her own reflection.
It's disturbing, how little she can recognise herself, she means.
The dress alone -and she firmly denies she's wearing one at all- completely changes her image.
The woman staring back from the water wears a two-piece, sleeveless dress. The black material covered her upper body while the lower body is covered in a contrasting white, splitting open at her outer thigh. Her arms are covered with separate sleeves of the same black material starting at her mid-upper arm and reaching her middle finger attached to a ring.
Her hair was also far neater, the ends forming slight curls with what she'd been assured was removable burgundy red. Surprisingly, brushing through it, even when cutting the rougher ends, had left her hair reaching her waist.
And the less said about the sandals she'd been manhandled into, the better.
"Oh!" Scorpia exclaims, snapping her out of her own passive-horrified contemplation. "The dance is about to start." She hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath before she turns towards her with a timid smile. "I-, could I dance with the gardens most beautiful woman?"
Catra blinks, a faint blush forming on her cheeks at the flattery. "Well," She manages to force out, licking her lips at the sudden nervousness, "that might be difficult, dancing with yourself would look silly, so if you could make do with second best I'd be happy to substitute."
"I-, right. Dancing." Scorpia manages to declare.
Catra hums, enjoying the older woman's stuttering response as they start dancing to the music. "You know," Catras lips twitch, hiding her fondness, "you could at least pretend you're not enjoying yourself. Let's not give the princesses too much to stare at."
Scorpia blushes slightly, becoming only more obvious with the applied makeup blush. "Is it that obvious?" She smiles sheepishly.
"Well," Catra drawls, spinning as Scopia gracefully catches her, "you might have a better chance of hiding it if you kept your tail still for a moment." Shaking her head, she can't stop the smirk growing on her lips. "Honestly, I've had to sidestep while dancing at least a dozen times."
"Oh, be quiet." She smiles. "You've been taking doses of my venom specifically so that it wouldn't accidentally poison you."
"I meant trying not to trip." Catra smiles back, ignoring the happiness in knowing her friends in high spirits. "I'd look rather silly, what with every major power representative currently gawking at us."
"They didn't expect you to know how to dance. Or the etiquette. They'll be watching you like hawks."
"Which is what we want." Catra nods. "I don't know about you, but having people watch me exceed is something I extensively enjoy."
"I realised." She states, her eyes bright with the intensity that she can't discern. "So let me help you shine brighter."
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"They're already creating outrageous theories." A voice states with a sigh.
Catra doesn't bother looking up towards the figure. Instead, she takes another sip of the dark drink -a sweet and bitter thing that Scorpia had told her to drink in moderation- as she continues to lean into the low wall, overseeing the continuous dances. "I'm aware." Catra smirks. "I'm still waiting for a believable one to make an appearance."
She didn't hold much hope, what, with some of the princesses being ones that Catra was familiar with. The water and flower princesses were instantly recognisable, having refused to take their eyes off her from the moment she'd arrived at the ball. The former repeatedly sends her irritated scowls while the latter oscillates between different wary glances.
She supposed it wasn't entirely unreasonable. She had invaded princess ruled countries, after all.
"You'll be here a while," the woman leans into the wall near her, a drink of her own in hand, "maybe longer, this time. I hope you understand there are many questions as to what a Horde soldier is doing at a princess's dance."
'Especially with your last invitation' was the unspoken implication.
Which... she had also exploded their castle... what idiot was it that let her in again?
"Hmm," Catra hums, lazily leaning her face into her hand as she glances at the woman -perhaps in her mid-twenties?- from the edge of her eyes. She's fishing for information, Catra concludes, and I'll have to give some if I want anything aching to favourable rumours starting. "I don't believe this is the first time we've changed our political ideology." She says with a feign expiration of a sigh. That should be vague enough.
"I suppose not." She nods coolly. "But then, you're not the only one that's caused a commotion tonight."
"Commotion, huh." Catra eyes dart towards the centre of the garden. "Who is that?"
"That would be the Holy Saint of our dear religion." The tone used is neutral, leaving Catra to wonder if it was intended as sarcastic or respectable. "She's one of its key members, which is why she hardly ever leaves their capital, to begin with."
The more Catra heard of this faction, the more she felt they were more dangerous than what she'd originally predicted them to be. Her eyes memorize the 'Saint' at the distance, carefully taking note of her appearance to mull over later. "Oh?" She tones softly. "Well, as the first person to approach me, would you mind giving me a name to remember?"
The woman raises an elegant eyebrow, gently placing her glass down as she stops leaning on the wall. "That would depend if you'd mind terribly to dance with me." She smirks.
There's something oddly familiar in the action. Catra feels that she should know what that familiarity is, but...
Her mind still blanks.
"How could I refuse?" She smiles instead, gently resting her own glass as she offers an extended hand.
"Indeed," the older woman nods primly before reaching out for the offered hand, "and it's Angella. Queen Angella of Brightmoon. Perhaps you've heard of it." Her lips form into a warm smile, Catra's hand grasped firmly with no option to escape. "You did invade my kingdom but some months ago, after all."
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A big thank you to Hubris Plus for the advice and grammar checks! It was a big help having a second opinion and pair of eyes to go through it with.
Before anything else, this is not a Scorpia x Catra. That being said, Scorpia is crushing on Catra, and with the amount of compliments she gave in this chapter, even publicly unflappable Catra was flattered into embaresment.
There will be a Entrapta backstop, eventually. I've been dropping hints here and there while she interacts with Catra, so something I definitely look forward to.
And Catra wearing a dress. Pft, that wasn't part of any plan or draft, but... I though, I wrote, I published. She's still a tomboy, just that she'll reach the point where she's nowhere near as bothered as she likes to pretend. On that subject, the dress Catras wearing is the one Asuramaru is always seen wearing. Thats my inside joke, and only people that are familiar with Owari no Seraph lore or have read the manga will get it. Or... you could look it up on the wiki, I suppose.
Has anyone watched the sound of music? I rewatched the dinner part scene while writing this to give a more sophisticated vibe. Of course, then I watched Edelweiss, favorite things and Do Re Mi. If I get the time, I might just watch the entire film. Again. Last time I watched it, I didn't understand why one of the charectars would tear a flag and get persecuted for it.
Of course, now I know it was a particularly infamous symbol that he refused to link his family to. But now that makes me wonder what else I missed. Wow, I feel old.
Oh, hey! It's Angella!
I've been wanting to write this scene for months, so I'm really happy I get to wrote this next chapter! Only half ideas as to what I'll write yet, but I'm finally getting to really establish That You Are Here story canon.
I've kind of gone over this, and I'll do so again. I do not believe in Evil. Ergo I do not believe in 'The Evil Overlord'. If you looking for a hero story where they defeat the Big bad and get the happy ending, you in for a rude awakening. Angellas going to really push Catra as a charectar -at least I hope she will- and will be relatively important in the next book and very important for worldbuidling, so something else to look forward to.
Which reminds me, any thoughts on your favorite antagonist? Id appreciate any ideas since I'm still working on Oc's. Mine has to be Eren, even if I'm aware that's a mixed opinion.
None the less, if you felt I should have written something differently, be it personality and/or displays of different states of mentality, please leave a comment! Any advice is welcome and appreciated!
Anyways, Ill See you next time! Chao!
~ Sapphire and Emeralds