Put those stones back where they came from or so help me
11 Sep 2020
“And what are you in for?” the woman asks snidely, crossing her arms and sneering. “Frat party gone wrong? Drunk driving? No wait - embarrassing sexual escapades.” Adora’s kind of glad that whatever’s wrong with her at the moment seems to make her completely incapable of blushing.
“I am completely yellow,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “What the hell kind of sexual escapades would turn me yellow?” the other woman snorts.
“Embarrassing ones, obviously.” Adora rolls her eyes and there’s silence for a moment.
“I’m Adora,” she tries. The other woman stares at her.
“Okay. Good for you.”
Adora's gallbladder tries its best to ruin her life, her hospital buddy is both angry and impossibly beautiful, and sometimes apples aren't just apples. Adora blames Chris Martin.
Galling (adj. COMMON USE) - “Irritating, vexing or exasperating.”
Galling (adj. ENGINEERING) - “[A] form of wear caused by adhesion between sliding surfaces.”
“Are you bored yet?” Adora whispers, leaning a little further into Catra’s space. She swears she hears the other woman’s heart rate pick up speed, even over the thumping bass of… some kind of synth-pop sea shanty.
“I was getting there,” she replies slowly, skimming the soft skin at the base of Adora’s neck with her thumb absentmindedly; Adora swallows and Catra traces the movement with her eyes before looking back up. “Why?”
“You said you’d leave if it got boring,” Adora murmurs, leaning into the touch ever so slightly. “If you want to leave… I’ll go with you. If you want.” Catra’s answering smile is slow and dangerous.
“Oh I’m so bored, princess. I think you might need to rescue me.”