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Shadow Weaver ([personal profile] mystacor) wrote in [community profile] cakebox2021-11-20 10:31 pm
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[personal profile] youpromise 2021-11-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Watch your mouth." The words left her mouth before she even knew what was happening, and she quickly covered it and took a step back. Shadow Weaver was going to kill her for that.

Catra's first instinct was to snap back at the woman. The way she talked about Adora brought forth an inexplicable rage in her. Yes, she wanted that lying piece of shit dead, and yes she was planning on using this weird crystal thing to take her down and use the advantage it would give her to snuff her lights out, but Shadow Weaver couldn't talk about her like that.
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[personal profile] youpromise 2021-11-23 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Untensing her muscles as Shadow Weaver didn't display any of the telltale signs that she was about to punish her, Catra lowered her hand and crossed her arms uneasily across her chest. She was still wary of the sorceress, even if she didn't seem to be enraged by her comment.

The words uttered by the woman made her heart hurt. She knew they were true. She meant nothing to Adora now, and she never had. She'd been wrong about her. Why the hell did it matter to her if Shadow Weaver said those things about Adora? Adora had never been quick to get angry on Catra's behalf. No, she just let Shadow Weaver treat her however she wanted. Adora thought Catra deserved it. She thought it was all her fault. She'd never once stood up for Catra when their "caretaker" had torn her down, and she wasn't going to do it for Adora, either. Never again. That had been a moment of weakness that she'd never allow to happen again.

Pushing some of her wild hair from her face, she cautiously followed Shadow Weaver to the basin, peering in as well from a few feet away. Adora. There she was, having the time of her life with the people she'd decided that she'd rather protect than Catra. The people who were worthy to her, like Catra never had been. Seeing her smiling and laughing like that stirred a deep rage in her, and she dug her claws into her upper arms as they remained crossed over her chest. Adora. She was everything wrong with Catra. She made her weak, so she could feel stronger; made her the bad one so she could be the good one. But not anymore. Catra could never be better while Adora was still around. And even though she was gone, she was still around.

"Adora is nothing to me." She stared into the basin, overcome by more and more rage and sorrow as she watched her being better off without her. "I'll kill her. And then I'll be in control of everything, and you can have whatever she's holding you back from."