@forceclaws  said  :   same heterochromia,

          her mouth parts slightly, and suddenly her usual gut instinct about people is proven correct.  no, no, not her, too — the playful catra, the one who makes her smile, and laugh— what in the world could she possibly want from me?  “ well, there are a lot of people who are interested in me, ” nikos says sheepishly, though brows lower in newfound defensiveness.  her hesitation to get close to people, her fear of people wanting her for the wrong reasons, all of her social anxieties are coming to a head — suddenly she feels a sense of betrayal, though she does her best not to let it show.  she grips her weapons loosely in her hands, and they fall to her side now.  “ what do you mean by that? ”  she questions apprehensively, green eyes locked onto the faunus’s gaze ( and she fears the worst answer ).

❝Heh. And I thought you didn’t like me.❞

          “ hey, punk, ”  chameleon starts, sitting cross - legged and settling next to the feline in their shared tent.  “ i brought you some dinner. ”  ilia reaches into her black leather pouch that now lays at their bedside, pulling out a hot steak sandwich ( with cheese and peppers on it ! ) wrapped in foil.  “ i figured you forgot to eat like the dummy you are, so. ”  she smooches catra on the cheek with a smirk and extends the wrapped sandwich to her partner.  “ bone apple tea.  or whatever the fuck they say before you eat in a fancy establishment. ”

“  No  way.   If  Octavia  really  got  into  it  with  him,  Webstor  would  totally  come  out  on  top.  ”     night,  nearing  curfew.   twilit  by  the  fright  zone's  thick,  vinous  haze.   adora  is  with  catra,  standing  on  their  awning.   they  share  a  moment,  caught,  tucked  away  from  all  the  noise  and  fight.     “  He  has,  like,  six  arms  on  her,  Catra.   Webstor  wins,  easy.  ”

   HE  SIMPERS ,     a  smile  as  pristine  and  absolute  as  the  cut  of  a  knife .     a  fang  flashes :   predacious  ---   this  conversation  is  nothing  short  of   yet  another  conquest .     then ,   all  at  once ,   his  expression  turns  gravely  inquisitive .          ❛     tell  me  more  about  this  .  .  .   shadow  weaver  .     ❜

“  You  would  do  well,  Child,  ”     she  withdraws  a  hand  from  her  robes,  skeletal  fingers  arched  like  writhing  larvae                      “  to  watch  your  step.  ”     She  is  offering  her  palm  to  the  small  something,  which  is  a  thing  now  called  Catra. “  Have  you  hurt  yourself?   ”

          “ what are your feelings on adam taurus? ”