𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒.

♕┊ѕнe'ѕ вeaυтy. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ѕнe'ѕ grace.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ѕнe'll pυncн yoυ ιn тнe ғace.┊

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

“For the honour of Grayskull!”

🗡Not new to RP.
🗡Open for plotting/shenanigans.
🗡Ships with chem.
🗡Retweets are appreciated!

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

“I intend to match the wearer.”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

“Merry crisis.”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

Knits an ugly sweater for @catratosphe.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

Raises both hands.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe Silence lay still between the two for the time being, as Adora had to listen the awfully truthful mockery.

“...”

Then amidst the calm, she finally admits to her feelings on the night of the ball.

“I—fine!

You were right, Iwasmaybefeelingalittlesomething..”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

Adora: *Buys Catra a get better soon card.*

Also Adora: She’s not sick, I just think she could be better.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe Almost immediately at Catra’s never ending tease, Adora pulls herself back in disbelief, before she emits a low groan.

“Why would I be?”

Yes, why would she be? She had no reason to feel like that at the time.

...

Yet she did.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

Catra: Adora, words cannot describe how beautiful you are.

Adora: Oh—thank you.

Catra: But numbers can. 3/10.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@HordeClaws Eyes widened for a split second at the abruptness of Catra’s movements, before she emits a quiet chuckle at a seemingly passionate justification for her overgrown claws.

”Alright, alright.

So long as you don’t accidentally scratch me.”

She adds with hints of jest.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

“Catra really ought to trim her claws..”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe “I—I’m not...”

Adora says barely in a defensive manner, as she instinctively leans into each of Catra’s brushes.

“Okay, maybe I had a feeling, but I doubt it’s jealousy.”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

Hums a humble tune.

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe recollection.

Well, jealously is a strong word.

Let’s just say that Adora was not very fond of what Catra had pulled at the night of the gathering.

“Me, jealous?

I have no such trait.”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe If Adora could roll her eyes back to the end of her skull, she would have already done so at this point.

Recalling back to the night of the princess prom is not something she thought she would do at this point in time, yet she found herself riddled with subtle jealousy at the-

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

“I will punch a hundred bees for my friends!”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe forgotten memory she is now reliving.

“They’re still my friends, regardless.

But you’re not...jealous, are you?”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe Then she sends a playful pinch on the surface of the feline’s hand at the mention of an undesired nickname.

Nonetheless, a delicate hand begins to find its way onto Catra’s short locks. Every twirl, and every stroke, they strike a remembrance to days of the past.

A long-

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe be by your side.”

[𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒. @ParagonOfMight]

@catratosphe Then again, one does not have to speak for the other to feel their flow of emotion.

Perhaps she could learn to relish in this comforting silence, still and tranquil, away from all the chaos of this world even just for a moment.

“It’s alright, no matter the outcome, I’ll always-