poisoned thoughts

post-canon realness

ao3

Catra stood slightly hunched with her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes downcast and her ears flattened.

“What do you want?! Why are you so intent on destroying everything?”

Adora is so angry. Her fists are clenched and her breathing is heavy and she’s just so angry. And Catra feels empty.

“I-I don’t.”

“You don’t what, Catra?”

Adora is glaring and her arms are crossed and Catra is so, so tired. She’s just…exhausted.

“I don’t want to destroy everything. I never did. Do you think I really want the world to burn? Of course not. But you would know that, wouldn’t you? If you had stayed. You didn’t. You left.”

She barely notices as Adora bares her teeth in frustration, “You could have come. I asked you to come with me. I begged you.” 

Curious

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Anyone

The Boy

| It’s you, it’s me, it’s us

“I’m going to take you home”

“Promise?”