CATRA SAID: i’m pretty sure i’d miss you. / [ ACCEPTING. ] / @mysteryprone.
❛ you act like there’s someone paying you to annoy me . ❜ which is something she’d actually believe if she wasn’t so aware of just how much joy catra gets from making her roll her eyes. glimmer tosses her a fake - sour glance over her shoulder, the look barely obscured by one of her wings, and continues to root around in her closet. she’s due in the newly refurbished scorpion kingdom for some top notch, super important and queenly business that’ll likely take a few days - which means she’ll have to grow content somehow with the idea of all her friends wreaking havoc in her castle while she’s gone. catra is, of course, the lead suspect in all her fantasies of what could go wrong, but glimmer knows how susceptible both adora and bow are to her charms ; one flick of her tail or twitch of her little kitty nose, and they’re goners.
it’s so exhausting being the one with the THICKEST BACKBONE around here. glimmer grabs one pair of moon boots from her closet and shuts the door, dropping them into her suitcase with a clunk. catra is curled up on the futon beside it, a wicked smirk on her face.
❛ — i’m not DYING. i will not DIE on this trip. can you stop being insufferable for like, five minutes and help me get my capes in order ? ❜ the mischief in catra’s eyes is reflective of her own, though hers is hidden deeper inside. slowly, glimmer reaches for one of her favorite feather pillows and gives her new best friend a swift whack on her head. when the catgirl sputters, fur on edge, glimmer has a fleeting thought : SHE’S TOTALLY GOING TO MISS HER .