"Good." Catra crosses her arms and stares down Adora, trying and failing to find the words she needs and get them to leave her tongue.
How the fuck does she even begin a request like this?
...Am I being fired?" Adora asks, her voice wobbling. "I left a new report for you this morning, and I've been working as quickly as I can on—"
"You're not being fired," Catra cuts her off with a hand, and then pauses. "Well, not yet."
"What?!"
"I—" Catra pinches the bridge of her nose between two claws, taking a deep breath in and closing her eyes. "I just need a minute.
Adora's silent for a few breaths, and then her voice shrinks. "Are you okay?" she asks with the sensitivity of someone who actually cares. "Are you...sick, or something?"
"No.”
"Then what the hell is going on?!"
She crosses her arms once more, digging her nails into her arm until the pain loosens her tongue, and then she forces it out.
"We need to get married."
The silence that follows her declaration is deafening—so complete Catra's not even sure that Adora's still breathing.
She refuses to turn around and check.
"Did you hear me?" she snaps.
Adora stutters to life. "I—uh, I'm….I'm actually not sure if I did?"
Catra squeezes her eyes shut, her tail snapping against her ankle. "Do not make me say it again."
The second chapter of my @spopbigbang.bsky.social fic take me to the altar is out now!!
Catra finds herself making an outrageous proposal to Adora, and we learn a whole lot more about Adora’s feelings (ab Catra + everything else)
archiveofourown.org/works/65505346
#takemetothealtar #sunwrites
