why did love put a gun in my hand. in my bed, in my head, in my hand. was it for redemption, was it for REVENGE, was it for the bottle? was it for the ledge was it for the thrill of pushing my HOPE to the edge? why did love put a KNIFE in my heart, why did love open up my scars? why did love put a knife in my heart.
catra melero of she-ra: princesses of power
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hey adora}
CLOSE .
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you promised
everyone alwaysleaves and i find myself waiting for the pin drop. the silence is haunting and i can't stand my own reflection. a tomb, a graveyard, a ghosttown of whispered confessions and tragic almosts. was i just lucky to live or cursed?
FOR HER INFORMATION, DOUBLE TROUBLE HAPPENED TO DO A FEW EASY JOBS BEFOREHAND. they didn’t pay as much but it suffices. she should be grateful. they don’t come back to previous clients often, only for introductions and for payment. otherwise, double trouble would need to be appoached first. ❝ is seeking the other sidebetter than checking in on you ? i can easily take my services elsewhere.❞ if they really wanted to, the mercenary could simply slip to the rebellion and spill what catra had, even play with catra herself. the only reason they haven’t left yet : the character catra plays and backstory she hints at is more fascinating and deep - rooted than anything they have done !
they allow the feline to relish in the moment. patiently waits for the next line. who was she trying to convince because it certainly wasn’t them. if this were a play, quite frankly, they would admit her acting is atrocious but suppose, her denial is cute. the attempt to play a strong lead role is there, more or less, but all actors start somewhere. despite her false claims, seeing her grin makes them smile. more rather, sustains the smile already plastered on their face. might as well entertain. however, features are quick to drop : brows comically raise and mouth puckers into a small, thin line. cue a smug response : ❝ darling, please, might doesn’t even cover the plan. you’re nothing without my gifts.❞
jaw clenched, ivories gritting — double trouble had been one of her best assets in the war against the rebellion, and as much as it pained her to admit it, she would rather stick a fork in her eye than watch them switch sides. she wasn’t sure she could handle it, even — another betrayal, another abandonment. nagging voices in her brain were bad enough, but having to hear it aloud from hordak ?no, thanks. ❝ you don’t need to be all smug about it, we get it. ❞ that was the best they were going to get from her. and then she released a sigh, ❝ they wouldn’t appreciate your talents the way i do. plus, they’re boring. and have nothing interesting to explore for your uh — character studies. ❞
catra didn’t understand their thing, or why it was so important to them — she only cared that they did their job well. and she would give credit where credit was due. usually. if the scowl weren’t more present on the feline’s features before, it certainly was now — price of being force captain meant playing nice when she didn’t want to and there she was, swallowing her pride. ❝ okay, does this mean you’re staying and not going to help the rebellion ? because i don’t have all day. ❞ tail was curling behind, a show of her impatience and she reached out to pull them along with her — she wasn’t waiting around for an answer. ❝ i heard rumors of some weapon from the first ones, entrapta’s pretty excited about it — the only obstacle is that she - ra and her band of clowns might be looking too. ❞
@znrza , DOUBLE TROUBLE :“ long time no see … ” greeting speaks from a stranger’s face, human, more rather, and with a gruff voice. head rests against hand with a toothy smirk before promptly, shrouded in black and green. out comes the familiar, graceful shapeshifter. “ miss me, kitten ? ”
defenses were up, a snarl resting over brims pulled taut — and yet she remained her composure : she was a soldier, the captain, she didn’t know fear. and she wouldn’t allow anyone to see beneath that armor of hers. brows furrowed, eyes following the stranger intently — what now? it seemed the universe was out to get her and she couldn’t even enjoy a few minutes to herself. ❝ what do you want ? ❞ a question never sounded so much like a demand — if this was just another distraction, another game to mess with her head … and then claws retracted, muscles relaxing the slightest as the stranger shifted.
while there was relief in seeing a familiar face, annoyance was quick to rise, gaze narrowing intensely, ❝ double trouble. i thought you’d found better things to do. ❞ bitterness laced in her tone, though she couldn’t resist the wicked grin threatening to stretch over sharp features, ❝ me ?miss you ?HAH ! in your dreams. ❞ head tilted to the side as she purposely inspected them, ❝ perfect timing though, i was just thinking of a way to knock down the rebellion and you just might be the missing piece. ❞
“ i would brave the longest night if i could have you always ”
brow rose in amusement, hum leaving her lips as she nudged her shoulder, “ that’s awfully romantic of you. i mean gross, but cute. ” playfulness played over her lips as her tail curled around adora’s waist, “ keep it down though, you might embarrass me. ”
