Catra quietly shuts the door behind her, stepping out onto the balcony and the cool night air. Humming merrily to herself, she leaps over the railing and lands gracefully in a crouch on the one of the balcony below. She was about to jump again until she noticed she wasn’t alone.
Turning her head, Catra found herself staring into the empty, black sockets of Skeletor. He looked as if he was about to jump over the railing himself, now frozen in place as he took in her current appearance; disheveled hair, ruffled clothes, various marks that could have only been made by an act of intimacy littering her skin.
His head turned up towards the balcony that was connected to Adora’s room while Catra looked to the door behind them. She was familiar enough with the palace’s layout to know that Adam’s room laid just on the other side. Looking back at Skeletor, she got a glimpse of his back, along with the long, deep scratch marks adorning his blue skin that were obviously made by another’s nails clinging in desperation. Of what, she didn’t want to know.
They looked at one another again and stared at each other for a single heartbeat.
“Shouldn’t you be with the Horde?” Skeletor asked, voice low.
“Shouldn’t you be on Snake Mountain?” Catra retorted, matching his tone.
Another beat passed between them.
“We never speak of this.” he stated. “Not to ourselves, or anyone.”
“Agreed. Though, I will say this; the prince definitely needs better taste in bed partners.”
Before Skeletor could yell at her in a voice that wouldn’t wake the one behind the balcony door, Catra jumped from the railing and landed easily on the ground below. Looking back up, she stuck her tongue out and snickered when she caught the slightest twitch of his eye socket.
Without another glance, she stalked away into the night.