[ . . . 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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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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