[she says, but her tone is light, so it's obviously something teasing. after all, there are only so many genuine feelings of fondness and affection and love that Catra can take before she is overwhelmed]
[. . .]
[but speaking of being overwhelmed. . . when she draws back the second time, her gaze flicks from Iris towards Adora's corpse, laid out on a few desks, and-- well. the loss, the pain, the grief is back]
[ . . . they do need to do something about that. iris glances in that direction and - there is a matching feeling of pain and grief. the horror of what it means to lose someone dear, again. but she takes a deep breath and then looks back to catra.]
... I can go take care of her.
Do you want to say -
[it's not goodbye. it's not. they'll see each other again, even in daycare.]
[ . . . she reaches for catra's hand to hold then, as she moves to rise.]
... does she have a favorite flower? I can get a blanket, to cover her. And you can say what you need, if you'd like... and then I'll bring her outside to rest.
[catra can follow her as far as the doorway and then... iris will just have to hope she's trusted with the rest]
[fortunately, Catra does, so. . . this sounds like a solid plan to her]
Um. . . okay.
[she looks over at Adora again, but. . . this time, something catches in her throat, and she finds herself sucking in a sharp breath to calm herself. focus, Catra. focus on what Iris said. on her promises]
. . . I don't know what her favorite flower is, but she likes. . . bright colors. So.
[ . . . she'll hold onto catra's hand then and with a wave of her other one, a bouquet of bright flowers will rest in adora's hands. white and yellow chrysanthemums, yellow sunflowers, blue morning glories, pink peonies, orange zinnies, and gorgeous red roses. bursting with life, and iris will quietly point at them and explain their meanings to Catra]
Truth, imperial, radiance, willful promises, bravery, loyalty, and love.
[she doesn't verbally respond, but she does step closer to Adora, one hand still clingingly tightly to Iris's. she's never been good at words. . . except when she needed to use them to fast-talk herself out of a bad situation. but when it comes to feelings, to sincerity, to genuine honesty. . . words always seem to fail her]
[so instead. . . she crouches down and uses her free hand to brush some stray strands of hair from her forehead so she can press a gentle, loving, tender kiss against the skin there]
[ . . . . ah. iris waits for a moment then, letting her thumb run over catra's knuckles as she wanders closer. she waits and - her heart aches for the both of them. a resounding, echo of their own pain, even if the idea of having a love that bright is so unfamiliar to her.
when catra is finished, iris will take her hand into both of hers gently, bringing it up to her so she can kiss the back of catra's hand.]
[there's a small flushed feeling (A DOKI, IF YOU WILL) when Iris kisses her knuckles, but Catra swallows it down as she gives Adora one last tired, exhausted, mournful look]
[Catra won't ask for a smoothie because Catra doesn't think Catras deserve smoothies u_u but when Iris returns, she'll find Catra seated in the corner again, still staring out the window. this is HER spot now!!]
[we have new threads but i want to establish that iris is very cuddly with her sweet cat for the rest of the evening and will leave politely when she gets other visitors but mostly she just wants to hold onto catra until she can't anymore :pensive:]
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[she says, but her tone is light, so it's obviously something teasing. after all, there are only so many genuine feelings of fondness and affection and love that Catra can take before she is overwhelmed]
[. . .]
[but speaking of being overwhelmed. . . when she draws back the second time, her gaze flicks from Iris towards Adora's corpse, laid out on a few desks, and-- well. the loss, the pain, the grief is back]
[. . .]
. . . um. . .
[they need to do something about that]
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... I can go take care of her.
Do you want to say -
[it's not goodbye. it's not. they'll see each other again, even in daycare.]
... Shall we send her off before we meet again?
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. . . yeah. Okay.
[a pause]
But how do we do that?
[from this TERRIBLE DETENTION ROOM]
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... does she have a favorite flower? I can get a blanket, to cover her. And you can say what you need, if you'd like... and then I'll bring her outside to rest.
[catra can follow her as far as the doorway and then... iris will just have to hope she's trusted with the rest]
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Um. . . okay.
[she looks over at Adora again, but. . . this time, something catches in her throat, and she finds herself sucking in a sharp breath to calm herself. focus, Catra. focus on what Iris said. on her promises]
. . . I don't know what her favorite flower is, but she likes. . . bright colors. So.
[take it and run with it, Iris]
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Truth, imperial, radiance, willful promises, bravery, loyalty, and love.
[she gives catra's hand another squeeze]
Anything else before I bring her?
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[she doesn't verbally respond, but she does step closer to Adora, one hand still clingingly tightly to Iris's. she's never been good at words. . . except when she needed to use them to fast-talk herself out of a bad situation. but when it comes to feelings, to sincerity, to genuine honesty. . . words always seem to fail her]
[so instead. . . she crouches down and uses her free hand to brush some stray strands of hair from her forehead so she can press a gentle, loving, tender kiss against the skin there]
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when catra is finished, iris will take her hand into both of hers gently, bringing it up to her so she can kiss the back of catra's hand.]
... I'll be back shortly. I promise.
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. . . okay.
[she breathes out deeply, eyes slipping shut]
Thanks, Iris.
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[she would do literally anything for her lesbians. but then she'll go to gently pick up adora from the table - and then carry her out.
catra should ask for a smoothie or something but if she doesn't, iris will come back shortly afterward]
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