[ the library is quiet, very quiet, not even a sound of turning pages, or the scuff of shoes on the carpet, just quiet. But Flora pays no mind to it, rather she escaped in it. She is found wrapped up nice in cozy in an oversized coat-one that’s not hers. her back is slumped against a cart of books as her head rests on the intercepting book aisle. there’s no way this is comfortable, yet she is caught in a slumber. there is a slight snore which emits from the girl, nevertheless she is unconscious.]

How much do you think lena luthor hut wants to see karas hair down. No pins or hair ties, just soft wavy hair falling over karas shoulders that she can card her fingers through and watch Kara’s eyes flutter close in satisfaction