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Bright Moon Cafe Group Chat
micah : so that’s why i’m not allowed to see tritus anymore
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wow
sparkles : oh
vodka aunt: uh.
arrows: that’s uh
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angella (deceasedn’t): Holy Fucking Shit.
micah: yeah.
micah: so, anyone else have any fun college stories?
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vodka aunt: i think i’m just gonna
vodka aunt: go to bed
vodka aunt: and process
vodka aunt: um.
angella (deceasedn’t): Sweetheart, what the actual fuck was that story
micah: i thought it was funny!
micah: really?
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micah: thats it? no one else wants to share?
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Bright Moon Cafe Group Chat
oh I’ve got one.
just remembered, my first year i used to hang out in the back and feed this stray cat
his name was spot bc he had a spot
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vodka aunt : 1. You named a cat Spot
vodka aunt: 2. You still have a picture of your stray alley cat from almost 5 years ago, but last week when I asked you if you had any pictures of me you said no
1. he had a spot so i named him spot.
2; i only have 10 pictures on my phone out of principle
3. that is not a picture of spot, its a picture of Gumby Man
sparkles: follow up questions: what are the 10 pictures, and who is Gumby Man?
the 10 pictures constantly change but rn its two pictures of Gumby Man, Adora with a mustache on her face, Adora asleep on my lap, Adora looking like an idiot when she found out I was cursed, Sea Hawk with 11 napkin dispensers balanced on top of him, you when I shot you with the nerf, a really cool mushroom I found, a tiktok of a piece of bread slowly falling, n a screenshot of a cool lemonade recipe.
and Gumby Man is my new cat
vodka aunt: im sorry, what?
well i found a cat in the backyard
so i kept it and named it Gumby Man
vodka aunt: i see
vodka aunt: do you just hate me
vodka aunt: do you just hate me personally
vodka aunt: what did i do to you catra
vodka aunt: do you not want me in your life
vodka aunt: you can just say so. i wont be mad.
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what the fuck are you on about
vodka aunt: you know i'm allergic to cats
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what no i didnt??
angella (deceasedn't) : casta, you never told us you were allergic to cats
vodka aunt: maybe i did and none of you ever took note. did you consider that.
micah: spella ur not allergic to cats what r u talking abt
vodka aunt : yes i am micah do u not remember when u got that cat and i couldnt breathe until dad made u get rid of it
micah: that wasn’t a cat that was a possum
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vodka aunt : You hid a possum in your room for two weeks.
micah: yes
vodka aunt: YOU TOLD ME IT WAS A CAT
micah: well if i told u it was a possum u wouldve made me get rid of it
vodka aunt : I WANTED YOU TO GET RID OF IT WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS A CAT TOO
micah: YOU WANTED TO GET RID OF GOLBERT BC YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE ALLERGIC TO CATS
vodka aunt: HE MAY NOT HAVE BEEN A CAT BUT I WAS STILL ALLERGIC TO GOLBERT
micah : i still can’t believe you told on me
vodka aunt : you were hiding a POSSUM!! in your ROOM!!! for TWO WEEKS!!!!!!
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Bright Moon Cafe Group Chat
sparkles: dad have i ever told you you’re my hero
does this mean i can give micah a possum for his bday
angella (deceasedn’t): Absolutely not
micah: i appreciate the gesture but no one will ever compare to Golbert
micah: he’s the only possum who knew how to turn on my speakers and play gold digger on a loop 24/7
sparkles: i love u so much
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Bright Moon Cafe Group Chat
arrows: so are we just glossing over the fact that micah and his ex tritus wendjk;gKkas;askdf ; afv af
sparkles: We Are Not Speaking Of It
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Besides Spot, Catra did have one other fond memory of her time spent at college. Not fond, but, definitely memorable.
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Wednesday, 2nd - 2017
3:03pm
are vampires real
sparkles: idk probably
p sure my roommate is one
sparkles: lol why? did she hiss at holy water? refuse to eat garlic bread?
sparkles: does she stay up at odd hours of the night?
sparkles: cause ur the same way
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she murdered a man in our living room n drank his blood
sparkles: ur kidding right
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sparkles: catra
***
6:04pm
Knock Knock.
Catra took a deep breath and readied her pencil. “Come in.”
“Hey, so, about yesterday -” As soon as the door opened, she threw it. It lamely thudded against Ace’s chest and fell to the floor. “- okay.”
Ace stared at the pencil on the floor then back at Catra. “So that’s a really ineffectual way to kill me.”
“Oh, sorry,” Catra moved further away from her, “What is an effective way to kill you?”
Ace shrugged. “I’m allergic to bananas.”
“Ah.”
Ace didn’t make a move towards her, so Catra let her guard down a bit.
“So… you’re not gonna like, kill me or anything, are you?”
“No. At least not right now. I’m full.”
“Mhm.”
Are awkwardly swung her door back and forth. “That was a joke.”
“Mhm.”
“Uh. I’m sorry you had to see that… and I promise I won’t let it happen again.”
Catra nodded. “As long as you don’t go feral and attack me, I think it’ll be fine.”
“Alright.”
“Alright.”
“Okay, then.”
“Yeah, I actually have an assignment due…”
“Oh, of course.”
And that was the end of that.
***
Sort of.
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Friday, 31st - 2017
4:12pm
Ring… Ring…
“Sorry,” Catra smiled at the half naked man standing in front of her, “Just give her a second to pick up.”
The man grunted. His hand tightened over his spear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Ace, is your real name Alicia?”
The man cocked an eyebrow at her. Catra smiled back, giving a thumbs up.
“...Yes. How do you know that?”
“Um, there’s a guy here who says he wants to talk to you.”
“Oh, fuck. GUYS, GRU IS AT MY APARTMENT!”
There were some murmurs from the other line.
“Catra!” Scott yelled through the phone. “Are you sure it’s Gru?”
Catra leaned away from her spear-wielding guest. “How the fuck do you suppose I know that?”
“Well, is he wearing a shirt?”
“Nope,” Catra popped the ‘p’. The man grunted again, going to snatch the phone from her.
“Now, you could’ve asked for it nicely, you know…”
“Hello!? Alicia? If you want to see your precious human again, you’ll get that amulet back in the right hands. Mine. ” and then he shoved the phone back at Catra, who took it from him politely.
Covering the speaker, she said, “So, you’re Gru, right?”
The man nodded. Putting the phone back up to her ear, she said, “Yeah, so, obviously, I’ve met Gru. And clearly, he’s kidnapping me or something - OH! Yeah, he just picked me up and put me over his shoulder - and now we are leaving, so I guess I'm being kidnapped.”
“Catra I am SO sorry, I swear, I’ll get you back safe and sound -”
“Yeah, whatever, I’m about to lose reception in this staircase.”
***
“You are acting remarkably calm for someone who has been kidnapped,” Gru said gruffly as he sharpened his spear. “Not your first time?”
Catra half shrugged from where she was taped to the plastic folding chair.
“No, it is, it’s just that I’m kind of desensitized, I guess. I’m pretty tired. It’s been a rough week. Think I’m gonna drop out.”
“Well, that’s too bad. You shouldn’t quit something you're passionate about just because it’s gotten a little tough.”
“That’s the thing, Gru,” she scooched closer to him, “I just don’t think I’m passionate about it.”
“What’s your major?”
“Undecided.”
“Well, how can you be passionate if you don’t even know what you want?”
“That’s the thing! I haven’t found anything I really like, really like, and I’ve been here for almost three years now!”
“Hm. Maybe you should drop out. Explore a different path. I did, and well,” Gru grinned from ear to ear as he held up his newly-sharpened spear, striking it against the floor twice, “Look at me now.”
***
Catra pulled back from the drink Gru had held up for her.
“Mm, you’re right. Fruitopia is better.”
Gru was about to say something, when a loud bang came from the other side of the house.
“Finally,” he put down the plastic cup and picked his spear. He looked back at Catra before he walked out the door.
“I apologize for the part you had to play in this, but the importance of the Stone is too high to leave it in these children’s hands.”
Catra waved at him. Tried to wave at him. Her hands were still taped to the arms of the chair.
“No problem. I couldn’t care less. Good luck. I’m sure if you just explained yourself, you can avoid a fight.”
“Now why would I want that?” Gru smiled a bit, then rushed out the room.
***
The apartment door closed behind them, and the awkward silence finally broke.
“Catra,” Ace sighed, “I am so, so sorry you had to go through that, I never should have let you get involved--”
“Listen. I got free food, me and Gru had a nice talk, and for once, I’m on the victim-side of a crime. Better than most dates I’ve been on. Now, I just want to take a long nap and then reflect on my life. Night.”
Ace almost said something, but Catra had already fallen face-first onto their couch and started snoring.
***
Sunday, 1st - 2021
10:09pm
+6 47 354 767 867 5670 5036
Hey, it's Ace, I got a new phone and all my contacts are mixed up.
Who is this?
its catra
why is your new number 20 characters long
Do you really want to know?
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actually
no
Stop typing.
STOP
My old phone got stolen by my brother’s ex girlfriends new bf and he corrupted it so now it’s a homing beacon for demons and he and his master can track us wherever we go, we found out a week ago and now the team is using my phone to lure Fabian into a trap and kill him once and for all, the new phone number is actually a design of Scott’s and can’t be corrupted.
Does that explanation work for you?
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cool. tell scott i said hi.
***
Monday, 2nd
12:09am
She-Devil
Scott just died
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12:34am
She-Devil
Like in a “we buried him in the forest” kinda way or the “he craves blood now” kind of way?
Unclear.
ah well lmk i guess?
Oh wait, he just woke up and tried to attack Cass.
You know Cass right?
yeah
she’s a bitch
Not anymore! She’s on our side now
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she broke our kitchen trying to find that stupid rock Gru gave you
That stupid rock is the only reason my brother came back from the dead
yea and now he bleeds gold and has been kidnapped nine times.
Twelve.
But that’s not the point.
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you’d think around kidnap #10 he’d start taking more precautions
Two of those times were because of you!
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIS BOYFRIEND WAS A
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WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT SNAKE THING WAS
Lizard
His boyfriend was a lizard
WAIT WHAT
anyways. Scott’s alive. ttyl.
AARON WAS AN ACTUAL LIZARD?
COME BACK HERE
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ACE. I LET HIM SLEEP IN MY BED
***
1:24am
Adora tucked her head into Catra’s shoulder, mumbling at her to turn off the light.
“Sorry,” Catra put her phone aside and kissed Adora’s head before settling back into their bed. “I was yelling at a vampire.”
Adora hummed, then went back to sleep.
***
Monday, 7th
4:56pm
Catra tensed up. Then turned, and slammed the door behind her.
She knew Adora could catch up with her. She also knew that she wouldn’t.
***
They hadn’t spoken to one another in a week.
Well, there’s the end, Catra tipped an empty cup over, then flipped it back up. She let out a sigh, hoping that the tightness in her chest would go with it.
It didn’t.
Stupid chest.
***
Tuesday, 17th
Castaspella was the first to notice something was off.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Something happened.”
“Nothing. Happened. Just leave it alone.”
***
Friday, 20th
Glimmer noticed that Adora didn’t come over nearly as often as she had before.
“So…” Glimmer stood in Catra’s doorway. “I just came back from Adora’s place.”
“Fucking good for you.”
“She’s not doing so well.”
“She’ll live.”
“Catra.”
Catra looked up from her book. “What?”
Glimmer stared at her for a few more seconds, then turned and left. Catra grumbled and opened her book back up.
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“You could at least have closed the damn door!”
Poof.
SLAM!
Poof.
“M’kay, thanks.”
***
Saturday, 21st
10:23am
Bow had the wonderful idea of taking her on a trip to one of the Moon’s many revenue streams, Micah’s “Museums of Very Not Magical Things.” He said it might help her get out of her head and stop thinking about her.
It worked. Catra was now thinking of the smell of dust and old. The fun part of the museum was under lockdown, they only opened it under the supervision of a Bright, to avoid another giant worm situation. So, her and Bow were just hanging out in the library section.
“Hey, check it out, this is my favourite part of the old stuff,” Bow gestured towards the back-end of the aisles, with papers scattered about a big, wooden desk. “It’s Earth-related artifacts that somehow got lost in Etheria! It doesn’t happen a lot, but sometimes there’s a stray portal here or there, you know. These are just old documents, but we actually found stuff like dinosaur bones, paintings, one time, a car even -”
“And I’m interested in this stuff because?”
“Because it’s interesting !”
“Right.” Catra rolled her eyes, wandering as Bow began to explain how their ‘museum’ worked. She grazed her eyes over the scattered pages.
“Huh.” One of the packages caught her eye. The name on it was… familiar?
Return to Sender -
I am not sure how to reply to your letters without… hurting you. My only friend, the closest to my heart, yet, not as close as you would like. Please let us stay as we are. I could not bear to lose you. Your dearest friend,
Alicia Eilling
Yikes. That was one of the most straightforward “lets just be friends” message she’d ever seen. And she had a feeling she knew who wrote it.
***
2:10pm
“Hello?”
“Hey, Ace. It’s Catra, you remember?”
“I know. I have your number saved.”
“Just making sure you remember.”
“How could I ever forget. You hit me in the face with an egg.”
“It was a boiled egg and maybe you shouldn’t have flashed your red eyes at me at, like, three in the morning.”
“Who the hell has boiled eggs at three in the morning, you heathen?”
“What difference does it make what time of the morning it is, eggs are a morning food.”
“Catra you know DAMN well that three am is not the same thing as-”
“Shut up! We are not having this argument again! Just tell me what’s your real name again?”
“Jesus. It's Alicia Eilling. Why?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Any chance you ever knew a gal named…” Catra pinched her screen to get a better look at the name, “...Kristal Levi?”
There was a short silence on the other line.
“It’s pronounced Kristal Lee-vye, and, yes, I do - I did.”
Pause.
“It’s been a while since I heard that name.”
Her accent reverted back into a more classical era, like she was reliving the 1800’s or something. Catra didn’t actually know how old she was.
“Is she still around? Like a vampire or an immortal or some shit?”
There was a slight groan on the other end. “She’s another vampire. I knew her from before, though. She goes by Glass now.”
“Oh. So you’re still friends with her?”
“Um, no, she’s… well,” she sounded strained over the phone. “She’s actually trying to kill me and all of my friends.”
“Woah, that’s rough. So, did you two ever actually talk about her being in love with you?”
Fwoosh - crack. Catra was 50% sure she dropped her phone.
“WHAT,” she shouted incredulously.
“What’s going on,” another voice joined them.
Noises came from the speaker on her phone, making Catra wince. There were murmurs and confused noises from other people coming through.
“Ace?” she said. “Hello? What happened?”
There was the sound of someone picking up a phone, and then, once again, Ace shouting, “WHAT?”
“Glass is in love with Ace!?” said another.
“I fucking TOLD YOU SO, pay up, Scott!” said a third - Cass, Catra recognized - and then Scott grumbling, “Thanks a lot, asshole.”
“You’re welcome!” Catra said back. “So I’m guessing you didn’t know?”
“How do you know?”
“Well, I was at this museum and they had a section of recovered letters from the 1840’s or something, and I found a couple with your name on them. They were to you, and they were from Krista. Or, I guess now her name is Glass, which, seriously? What - ”
There was a whooshing sound over the phone, and for a second Catra wondered if Ace was sitting near a fan or something, but then there was a loud bang on the side of her car and - “CATRA!!”
Catra screamed for exactly three seconds before she registered who it was.
Ace was standing outside of her car, pressed against the window and breath fogging the glass.
***
2:16pm
“I could’ve texted them to her, jesus fuck,” Catra muttered under her breath, sorting through the papers on the desk while Ace was talking to someone on the phone, “But nooo, let’s give Catra a heart attack by running here all the way from fucking Florida to my car. How the hell did she even find me…”
“What?”
“Nothing. Here’s your stupid letters.”
***
2:23pm
“...Are you crying?”
“Shut the fuck up, Catra! I’m having a moment! ”
“Alright, geez..."
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Bright Moon Cafe Group Chat
micah: why is there a woman crying in my museum?
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mansion gc
micah: why did i just pass a crying woman in my museum
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FUCK shadow weaver group chat
micah: SOMEONE TELL ME WHO LET THIS VAMPIRE IN MY MUSEUM
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FUCK shadow weaver group chat
sparkles: i’m not sure but i support her
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Bright Moon Cafe Group Chat
sparkles: crying woman theories GO
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sparkles: she’s just here for the VIBES, dad
arrows: she saw the atrocious children’s section and is crying at the lack of substance and education we are giving to our young
micah: bow they are five year olds they don’t give a damn about the history of Eternia
arrows: i still think there should be more than just archie comics and diary of a wimpy kid books in there
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sparkles: what the HELL dad. Do u think 5yr olds will be able to APPRECIATE the ART that is Diary Of A Wimpy Kid?????????
micah: okay glimmer
vodka aunt: she’s the reincarnated soul of the wretched possum you kept in your room for two weeks despite knowing i was fully allergic and she is crying because you can’t recognize her
micah: his name was GOLBERT give him RESPECT
vodka aunt: GOLBERT ALMOST KILLED ME MICAH HE ATTACKED ME EVERYTIME I ENTERED YOUR ROOM
micah: okay GEEZ
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angella (deceasedn't): maybe she found out the love of her life taped over the htgawm episodes that her daughter recorded for her that she missed whilst she was in limbo and now she can never know who killed who this season
micah: my love, you can still stream it, please let it go
angella (deceasedn't): it’s not the SAME, MY LOVE
micah: okay.
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sparkles: everyone hush i wanna hear catra’s take on the crying vampire
I found letters addressed to her from 1921 from her best friend who she hasn’t spoken to properly in almost 100 years saying that she was in love with her and this whole time she never even knew, now her best friend is back and she hates her for some reason but I’m pretty sure good ol Allie here is also in love with her but doesn’t know what to do now so she’s crying out of frustration and guilt.
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sparkles: oh
arrows: oh
vodka aunt : oh
but i like casta’s explanation better
vodka aunt: HA suck it everyone
angella (deceasedn't): haha i did something like that once.
sparkles: what
what?
micah: its true, she told me on our second date
vodka aunt: what.
micah: yes she received a letter from her friend confessing their true love and she neglected to open it for 14 years
angella (deceasedn't): and then when i finally did open it, i confronted my friend about it, she said she had no regrets about me not opening it bc she felt embarrassed that she ever did.
micah: and then my love proceeded to laugh in her face and agree that it would have been very embarrassing and that she was glad her friend never said anything because it would have ruined her day if she had.
angella WHAT
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angella (deceasedn't): she had no sense of humour about it however. we still don’t speak.
***
FUCK shadow weaver group chat
I love both of you so much
sparkles: i’ve never been prouder to be their daughter
***
Wednesday, 25th
5:43pm
Frosta had always kind of made her uncomfortable.
Not Frosta herself, because who would be afraid of a child? That was - that’s crazy. It’s just a joke when she flinches when Frosta gets mad.
Okay. Maybe once she saw Frosta punch out Sea Hawk with an ice-fist and it unsettled her, just a little bit though. But at the end of the day, Frosta was just a fun kid.
So she should have no problem being alone in the cafe with her, right?
Frost was staring daggers at her. Then all of a sudden she pointed to Catra’s hand.
“Is that your phone? The one with the unicorns on it?”
Catra did not go red. She did not. So what if she had a unicorn phone case? That meant nothing, it didn’t change anything about her. She should teach this kid about misjudging people, own up to her phone case -
“No,” she shrieked, sliding it away from herself, “Of course not!”
Just then, it started to ring.
Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house,
I gave your girlfriend -
Catra felt like dying right there. She snatched it back and turned the ringer off. She was NOT going red in the face, why was it so damn hot in Bright Moon -
“What’s that word mean?”
“NOTHING!” Catra threw her phone behind her.
***
6:12pm
(3) Missed Call - She Devil. Of fucking course it was her.
“Hey, Ace, you have the worst fucking timing, you know that?”
“Says the girl who walked in on me drinking a man.”
“First of all, never say it like that again, that’s disgusting. Second of all, what the fuck did you want.”
“Well… I just wanted to thank you. I asked Kris about the letters and it turns out there were a lot of misunderstandings between us… she never wanted to hurt me, she was just hurt herself. Actually, someone convinced her that I was the one who turned her -”
“Shut up, I get it. Huge argument, lies were told, blood was shed, truth was spilled - congratu-fucking-lations,” Catra rolled her eyes. “Because of you, a 13 year old just asked me what cunnilingus is. I hope you and your vampire girlfriend live happily ever after.”
“Oh! Well, about that -”
“NO! I don’t want to know. God, I never should have even called you in the first place! Why? Why did I have to do that?”
“Maybe you felt some compassion towards someone and their lost love. Maybe you were going through something yourself and wanted to make at least one thing go right. Your heart told you to make that call, Catra, because I think your heart is growing.”
“That’s gross and untrue. Never speak to me again.” Click.
***
Thursday, 26th
12:01am
Fuck.
Catra turned over and picked up her phone.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Phone > Contacts > Favourites > Adora
…Tap.
Calling…
Catra barely took a breath.
Beep.
“What do I say?”
“Anything.”
“Oh, um… ANYTHING!”
“No, no, you don’t - just say, ‘hey, you’ve reached Adora.’”
“Wait, they can reach me through this?”
“Yeah, that’s the point of a - wait no, not like that - “
“This thing is confusing, Bow, can’t you just do it-”
Catra would’ve rolled her eyes or even laughed at any other time.
This time, she just hung up.
***
2:57am
hey
did i miss your call
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I guess you did.
Thought you were just ignoring me|
Backspace, backspace, backspace.
I called you three hours ago.
Yes, you did
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I was kind of busy
With what? Making out with your new, uncursed, pure gf?
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How did you know?
Catra nearly threw her phone.
That better be a fucking joke Adora.
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it was, geez
you’re not the only one allowed to make sarcastic remarks
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Nothing. She didn’t really have anything to say.
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ok
i guess I missed your call, then
***
3:12am
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You’re really annoying, you know that?
I mean, first you’re like, open up adora! And then I do and… you’re mad at me for it?
“Not what I’m mad about,” Catra said to herself, watching the texts come in.
what did i say that was even mad-worthy?
“Geez, I wonder.”
i don’t think you’re like her.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me.”
and i don’t think you’re going to turn into her.
that's not what i meant.
“Then what, Adora?”
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Catra set her phone down and buried her face into her bed.
Bzz.
Catra turned her head slightly, enough that she could see the messages rolling in.
I’m worried that she’s going to come back
Bzz.
and she’ll find you because she left a curse on you
Bzz.
I can’t let that happen, I can’t even breathe when I think of her finding us, it’s too much Catra, I can’t stop her.
“The what?” Catra spoke, not really processing her words.
Bzz.
I’m not strong enough to fight her and then she’ll take you away
Catra called her.
“Adora? What are you talking about?"
"...she did it before. I ran away but she found me, Catra. I don’t know how but she did. She can find us, and..."
She can find us?
Catra realized it was true. Whenever she used to sneak out of Weaver’s home, she found herself back the next morning. She’d never given it much thought before… but how did she end up back there? It didn’t make any sense.
She must have had some way to find her and the rest of the kids.
"I just... I can't stop worrying about it, okay? And I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but I'd just been holding it in for so long, and... well... you know."
“Okay,” Catra sighed. “Why don’t you come over so we can talk, for real?”
***
Adora was in her room at near impossible speeds, clearly upset.
“Sit,” Catra patted the spot beside her on the bed. Adora hesitated for a second, but then sat down. Catra pulled her into her side, until they were both lying down.
“Adora… you know that she’s gone, right?”
“What if she isn’t, though?” Adora said quietly. “She’s done it before.”
Catra felt a shiver go down her spine. “What do you mean?”
Adora turned her head against Catra to look her in the eyes. “She - I thought I won. I thought I defeated her, I basically shot her in the face with a rainbow light from my sword -”
God, I love you. Catra smiled and laughed, pulling Adora close. “You shot her with rainbows."
Adora laughed a bit, too. Then shook her head. “I thought it worked, I thought she was done for - but then Micah told me… it didn’t work. She was still alive, and she was with you.”
…Well, that explained how crappy of a mood Weaver was in around the time Catra snuck into her room. She just figured it was because Kyle had broken a lamp while sleepwalking, but apparently not.
“Yes, but after that, Micah and Casta vanquished her, or whatever, right?”
When Adora didn’t answer, a ball of anxiety decided to create itself in Catra’s stomach.
“Right?” she stressed.
“...right,” Adora whispered, closing her eyes. “Can I sleep here tonight?”
Catra stroked her head, then turned out her lamp. “Even though I’m sure you’re lying to me, if that’ll make you sleep better, then sure.”
“I’m not..!”
“Shut it, Adora. I’m tired too.”
***
"Adora… how fast are you?"
"Very much. Speedy."
“How did you find me that day… when those guys attacked?”
“I ran around ‘til I found you.”
“You ran around… like the whole city?”
“No, of course not.” Pause. “Just the few blocks around the cafe.”
Catra laughed. “That’s ridiculous. What if I wasn’t anywhere near there?”
“Then I would have kept searching.”
“Oh, yeah? What if I wasn’t even in the city?”
“I would have kept searching, Catra.”
…
“Okay.”
***