did I die? Yes. Am I alive now? No. Enjoy!
*takes place in S5*
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Catra could sense the crash coming from miles away. Literal miles away. It's not that the remaining folk didn't need help, they absolutely did. Their Queen was gone, their hero was gone, their morale was gone, and they were under constant attack from green ballsack and his emotionless shadows. But at the same time, the Queen was gone, She-Ra was gone, morale was low and they were under constant attack from green ballsack. The rebellion, or what little remained of them, fought every single day to keep Joe and his pet pig happy whilst also fighting a million different Hordaks, though slightly more pleasant.
Catra was still a fresh wound in non-Horde supporting land, and if she stepped away from her guards (read, Arrows and Adora), she'd be cussed at and, in one particular event, have fruit thrown at her face. The only bright side of that time was watching Adora slide to the ground in peels of laughter as Catra tried to squeeze out tomato juice from her fur.
But that was a month ago, and Adora had yet to smile again. Not that stupid fake hero smile, or leadership smile, but a real, genuine smile. All Catra had seen of the blonde hero of recent days was her retreating form on the way to help another snivelling couple, or arguing against Shadow Weaver's manipulations. And because of her "house arrest" as Arrows had put it, she wasn't allowed to leave the main tent or the little one attached to his or Adora's. She'd chosen Adora's, obviously, but had yet to see her tuck in for the night and actually shut her fucking eyes in anything other than a blink.
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"Adora, will you go to fucking bed? I don't think I've actually seen you sleep in the last week," Catra hissed from her cot. Adora glanced up from the table briefly. "Sorry, am I keeping you up?" A lie. They both knew a tank wouldn't keep Catra awake. "Yes. The scribbling on the paper is really fucking annoying," Again, another lie. Background noise helped ease the wave in her brain. Adora sighed lightly. "Fine. But I'm not done yet. I'll go outside for a bit, let you get off before I come back in," Catra smirked slightly. "Want me to get off? Buy me dinner first, jeez," Adora flushed bright red. "You know what I meant," She stuttered, flying out of the tent. Catra snorted to herself. It was so easy to rile the blonde up. She sat up in bed for a moment, scrubbing her face.
Adora's shadow bent further over the table on the tent, and Catra sighed heavily. She swung her legs out and opened the tent flap. Lo and behold, as per Catra's prediction, Adora lay, bent over, asleep across the table. The magicat huffed, kicking her chair as she flounced by. Adora was sat up right when she turned around again. "What happened to work?" She asked. Adora blinked a few times. "I am?" Catra pointed to the thin line of drool on the paper. "Well, then you're sweating real weird," Adora wiped her mouth with a soft groan. "I'm not tired, Catra, I'm sick of not knowing where Glimmer is," Catra raised her brow. "I never said you were tired," Adora frowned. "Yes you did," Catra shook her head. "No. I said you're sweating real weird. You said you weren't tired, which makes me think you're lying," She put her hands on her hips with an irritated sigh.
"Sparkles isn't gonna get any further away if you call it for the night, and sleep," She tried as gently as possible. Adora glanced at her paper. "You don't want a repeat of last week," Catra reminded. Adora groaned softly. "Fine! Fine. I'll sleep!" She stalked into the tent, leaving the magicat behind.
In the time it took Catra to pack up the supplies the blonde had been using, and get into the tent, Adora was passed out cold, snoring like a freight train.
Not tired, my ass.