that's right, that's right, that's right. catra knows her. scorpia's voice rings out clear like a chime in her head, almost musical. the sound of her seems to sing within her—or was that catra herself?
it takes her a moment to parse it but without realising it, she had begun to purr. she is cold, wet, covered in sand, and laying in the tide like some kind of mollusk. she almost definitely looks stupid. yet she's there's a rumble in her chest.
the noise persists even as scorpia scoops her up, pulling her into an embrace. catra would have protested even if only for her own pride, shoving her hands against scorpia's face or chest, if she had the capacity to do so.
but she doesn't.
as it is, the best she's capable of is clinging to scorpia's shirt to make sure she didn't manage to drop her. )
Squid! I was a squid!
( because scorpia could get away with hugging her but not calling her a catfish. )
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that's right, that's right, that's right. catra knows her. scorpia's voice rings out clear like a chime in her head, almost musical. the sound of her seems to sing within her—or was that catra herself?
it takes her a moment to parse it but without realising it, she had begun to purr. she is cold, wet, covered in sand, and laying in the tide like some kind of mollusk. she almost definitely looks stupid. yet she's there's a rumble in her chest.
the noise persists even as scorpia scoops her up, pulling her into an embrace. catra would have protested even if only for her own pride, shoving her hands against scorpia's face or chest, if she had the capacity to do so.
but she doesn't.
as it is, the best she's capable of is clinging to scorpia's shirt to make sure she didn't manage to drop her. )
Squid! I was a squid!
( because scorpia could get away with hugging her but not calling her a catfish. )