𝗦𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗕𝗬 ❤
HER EVERY HAIR STANDS ON END. melog presents a perfect replica of her, tail swishing stiffly & eyes sharp. it feels too much like old times, a fire rippling through her blood ———— so raging hot catra feels it burn when the tips of her claws cut into palms, crimson staining her fur. she ignores it, that sting. the way she always did. the sting is a focus, a centre on which to STAND HER GROUND. though she isn’t afraid anymore, catra tells herself. there is nothing more shadow weaver can do to her.
if only the chant of those words in her head did anything to quell her nerves.
“ I DON’T TRUST YOU. ” blunt, no need for sugarcoating. ( CATRA GETS IT FROM HER. ) and really, it’s no earth - shattering proclamation. they have never known trust with each other, have they ? “ this little mission you’ve got us going on ? there’s something in it for you, isn’t there ? we both know you’d never do ANYTHING you can’t get something out of. ”
