#eclipse supercorp

7: Idling on the fringe (staring at the sun)

Chapter Summary: The Superfriends weigh in on what to do with Lena’s information, and that journey takes them to Argo City and a tribunal. And through it all, Lena looks back on some moments that painted Kara Danvers in a new light.

Kara instinctually moved a hand to her own shoulders, the action was instant, immediate in the way her compassion for others animated her. She unclipped her cape and draped it over Lena’s figure, a gentleness both intrinsic and learned under a yellow sun’s omnipotence-granting rays. The frigid tundra dissolved into fragrant heartwoods and cashmere-like warmth. Kara beamed, and no language could encapsulate how dazzling it was.

6: You got a pile of broken wishbones under your bed (and you got a hungry green eyed monster that you keep fed)

Chapter Summary: In the reveal’s aftermath, a friendship was severed—with it, an asperity and fury that yawned endlessly on one side, and agony and regret as vast as the far reaches of space on the other. In the present, Lena knows her flaws intimately and navigates them with meticulous understanding, most of the time with success. However, she also knows she’ll never truly come to terms with her demons—Supergirl does too.

An empty smile painted Lena’s lips. A tired breath, “I need time. We can start there.” But she knew there would always be a part of herself that would begrudge Kara. And it fomented into something green and sinister.

4: You’re dislocated (don’t be like that)

The edges of Kara’s vision blackened—if she couldn’t escape, then unconsciousness would have to do. She didn’t hear the way her name was gasped some paces away. Not even the elevator’s ding or the heavy doors that opened to taunt freedom as her past laughed and mocked her—respite was far and gone. Kara didn’t even feel the hands around her cheeks, almost as shaky as she was, wiping at the dewiness. Then her face was tilted upward. Berry-colored lips behind a darkening vignette that wasn’t fading fast enough. She held her breath, bracing for what was to come. “KARA!” No more dreaming; a sluggish yank from her tunnel vision, and at the end of her nightmare … sublime green that wrinkled with a fairytale love and affection. “L-Lena …” she murmured, her ears rang and there was a numbing sensation in her limbs. “Hey, I’ve got you.” Lena’s timbre slipped into Kara’s ears, a deep velvet seat before a warm hearth. Then a rush of delicate florals in her nostrils, the perfume was subtle, the sweetness played at her nose alongside a eucalyptus’s comforting, minty burn. Hands wrapped around her, coaxed her from her sprawl, and Kara hung onto it desperately.