Words: 73,096 Chapters: 16/? Rated: Explicit, for graphic depictions of violence
“Are you worried about school tomorrow?” Catra asks the question, mumbled into Adora's chest as she lays beside her, coiled around her, listening to the drumming of her heart. Adora's arm, wrapped around her shoulders, is bloody, pink and warm to the touch, the skin still raw from being made and unmade. Scattered remnants of blood and bone litter the floor, a gory afterthought, a problem for later. The room's getting dark, the sun already setting and neither of them willing to get up to turn on a light. “What's the worst that could happen.” Catra only has to think for a moment before answering. “Someone could die.”
