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“Can I help you with something?”

selective  jeyne  poole  from  george  rr  martin’s  a  song  of  ice  and  fire .

          for so long she has spent her life denying herself of what she wanted .   it had never mattered before ,   and no one had ever asked what she wanted anyway ,   so that must have meant that it didn’t matter .   others knew what was best for her ,   so they made the decisions over her life and she obediently followed .   and when catra had asked her what she really wanted ,   tumbled in the grass in the middle of the whispering woods ,   clutching the feline’s backpack with an iron grip ,   she had choked on the urge to say  ‘ you ,   always you ,   never anyone else ’  but the words caught in her throat like they always do .   her heart was squeezed in a phantom grip that hurt but she couldn’t admit what she truly wanted ,   not when so many lives were at stake .   it doesn’t matter what she wants anyway .   it never mattered before ,   why should it matter now ?                     YOU   DESERVE   LOVE   TOO .           mara’s words had punched a hole through her gut .   she choked on the tears .   because all her life ,   adora has only ever wanted to prove she was worthy of being loved .   and no matter where she went ,   no matter what form she took ,   she never felt worthy of it .   but catra  ...  catra never thought she had to prove herself .   she just loved her ,   unconditionally ,   before and after she-ra ,   even when they fought and tried to desperately believe they hated each other .   nothing mattered ,   everything they put each other through was water under the bridge ,   nothing else existed except the two of them .   catra  ...  catra loves her .           adora smiles against the press of catra’s lips ,   hands instantly traveling up to card her fingers through her short hair ,   relishing in the brush of the locks against her skin ,   basking in the feeling of being close to her .   catra wants me .   when the kiss breaks ,   she can’t help but trail tiny pecks over her face ,   at the corner of her mouth ,   her brow ,   the edge of her ear .   i love catra .   i want catra ,   i only ever want catra .     “   maybe i am ,   ”   she murmurs ,   another peck placed on the curve of her jaw .   “   i just love you .   and i never want to be apart from you ever again .   ”