#ofrabbit

     “catra,” her voice was a plea. her hands reached out to catra’s, to grab them into hers, but thought better of it, pulling away when they were mere inches apart. she stood tall with her arms to her side and her hands now balled into fists, her nails pressed so hard into her palms they drew blood. her stare was unyielding as she looked down at her. “why are you always so stubborn,” adora didn’t even try to hide her frustration. “do you really want nothing to do with me just because our relationship didn’t work out?” she paused to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. “you were my best friend, catra.” 

     the sentiment caught hope off guard. perhaps the other girl noticed the shift in her mood, noticed how she was on the verge of a breakdown. a feeble attempt at a smile was made when she looked over at her friend and nodded in acknowledgment. “you can’t promise me that unfortunately,” her voice was filled with melancholy. it was a sad thing to think about, but it was true, there was no guarantees in the word ‘always.’ her family’s motto was ‘always and forever,’ look at them all now. her chest ached thinking of them, felt like it may cave in on itself from the pain. everyone she cares about has a way of leaving her, even her newfound friends from the salvatore school aren’t around, who’s to say touka won’t disappear from her too. 

Head Above Water \\ Avril Lavigne 

     being familiar with catra’s schedule she purposely planned her appointment for her tattoo on what was supposed to be her day off. however, when she walked through the door and saw her ex sitting at a chair she came to the realization that her schedule must’ve changed. her feet remained frozen in place at the entrance, standing there awkwardly as she had a mini debate in her mind whether to stay or go. maybe she could just reschedule on a different day with someone else. bracing herself for the interaction that was about to come, adora took a deep breath and marched to the desk. not bothering with formalities she got straight to the point, “i had an appointment, i didn’t think it was going to be with you. i’d rather reschedule with a different artist.”

     after the incident at her house she took a walk that ended up lasting two hours and she still wasn’t quite ready to return home. instead she stood on touka’s doorstep and knocked before she could overthink what she was doing. once the door opened she asked, “this is probably a weird request but– can i stay here for a few days?”