Prompt: A Supercorp proposal with a twist? [Don’t say I didn’t deliver…]
“I’m going to die one day,” Lena whispered certainly, her nose nudging the thin line of Kara’s bicep. “Have you thought about that?”
The colours of the evening news seared their shadows into the headboard like rabbits caught in beams. It was eleven o'clock at night, somehow simultaneously too late and too early for these kinds of conversations. It had been a week since Kara proposed, and a week since Lena began these heart wrenching games of making sure the little godlet understood what it meant to love someone as temporary as she.
“Yes Lena,” Kara exhaled the reply with an irritated grumble and rubbed her tired eyes, “I have thought about it.”
“Kara, look at me,” Lena softly pulled her chin and stared. She held her pause and licked her lips thoughtfully for a moment—because the thought of loving an infinite star-flung girl was just as painful for her too. “Actually, just, forget about it. Forget I said anything,” Lena swallowed and slipped a hand over Kara’s soft smooth cheek.
“Tell me,” Kara caught her wrist with a sad smile, “I want you to tell me what you’re scared of,” she whispered.
“What I’m scared of?” Lena found the question funny.
“I think there’s things that scare you about the thought of spending your life with me, sure?” Kara urged and stroked the back of Lena’s hand with her thumb.
“Do you understand what it means Kara? What it really means? You are frozen in time. You will not age—well—not like the rest of us at least,” Lena rubbed her forehead and tried to ponder what an elderly Kryptonian sat poking the embers of the last burning star in the empty night sky would even look like. Kara just bit her lip and nodded into her words, “Alzheimer’s runs in my family and one day chances are… you will be a twenty-three year old girl married to an eighty year old woman who doesn’t know who you are anymore,” Lena frowned sorrowfully, her expression melting into a tinge of guilt.
Kara hesitated and grew upset, her sapphire blue eyes glassing until the only thing that stopped her from letting them roll down her cheeks was one long grind of her jaw. Lena watched her do it, watched her lie there and will herself not to splinter at the thought of the long destination they were chugging towards like two sole passengers on a steam train.
Kara pushed a small tiny smile, “You, Lena Luthor, could never forget about me.” She chuckled and pushed the hair out of her face until it cascaded along the pillow behind her.
“What makes you so sure?”
“The mind decays but the heart persists, always and forever,” Kara just smiled and wiped a tiny tear away. “The love never ends Leen, it stretches and it bends and it rolls on in endless waves that always seem to come back around, but it never ends, love is the only light that never goes out—no matter how dim it might feel sometimes.” Kara reassured her with a tender burning stare.
Lena couldn’t help but laugh and raise a cynical brow, “Are those song lyrics?”
“Nah,” Kara laughed too and wiped her cheek, “this girl I once knew said it to me I think?” She tried to seem a little unsure of the facts.
“Sounds like she was in love with you?” Lena teased and pushed Kara’s shoulder. Kara just laughed and hid her face in the pillow.
“Do you think?” Kara chuckled and looked up with a raised brow, “Loved me, I mean?”
“She probably stole that line from holiday card. I will write you a better one.” Lena grinned and kissed her softly, “Dozens of better ones,” she added with a bite of her bottom lip.
“Does this mean you’ll marry me?” Kara propped herself up on her elbow and threw her a knowing glance with a happy sigh.
“You have to promise me something.”
“Anything in the world.”
“One day far away from today when I am a very very old woman,” Lena stared at her girlfriend quite seriously and cupped her cheeks, “when I die in my sleep, no doubt dreaming of your cute ass,” she giggled and earned an eye roll. “You have to promise that you will still be a hero.”
“What do you mean?” Kara chuckled.
“I can’t marry you if it means that the day I’m not around anymore you’ll go all dark and twisty and burn National City to ash,” Lena pointed to the news that always seemed permanently macabre with the goings on of an earth hellbent on destroying itself. “You have to promise you’ll be the good guy and stop the world from tearing itself apart?”
Kara just inhaled and swallowed painfully, and Lena swore she could see her insides shredding apart. She felt guilty instantly for reminding Kara of the inevitable, but it was necessary. One girl could not be allowed to mean more than the rest of the world combined, she was quite certain on that.
“I promise you I will try my hardest not to destroy the world the day that you die. Now, can we finish watching the news? And maybe get married after that?”
“Fine, I’ll marry you,” Lena leaned in and kissed the bridge of her nose. A sudden feeling of panic crept up on her, like she was forgetting to prepare for an important meeting or file eye-wateringly important paperwork. Lena pulled away and closed her eyes, wracking her brain, “I feel like I’m forgetting something very important, and very work related, do you mind if we say the ‘I dos’ after I check some city ordinance paperwork?”
“Ah ah,” Kara chuckled and caught her fleeing wrist, pulling her back towards the centerline of the bed and far away from the laptop on the glass drawers. “I want you to stay right here with me and go to sleep. It can wait until the morning,” Kara wrapped her finite girl in the eternity of her starforged limbs, “just stay with me tonight?”
“Forever and always?” Lena chuckled and yawned tiredly.
“Forever and always,” Kara leaned down and pressed a kiss against her hairline. Lena swore she felt the dribble of a hot tear. “I’m just going to get a glass of water from the kitchen, do you want anything?”
“I’m good Mrs Luthor, just be quick.” Lena nudged her off with a grin.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Mrs Danvers.” Kara stood up from the bed and straightened herself with a long stretch.
Lena watched her flex from the comfort of her pillow. It made her grin, because how was one girl allowed to be that beautiful? Kara was all slim taut legs and abdominals that rolled on for days. Lena watched her slowly grab the red cape from the hook and set down her reading glasses on the side table.
“Oh, just a glass of water? You need your uniform for that now?” Lena teased with a raised brow.
Kara faced the window and fastened the cape with her back turned, and Lena swore she heard the sound of a quiet heartbroken sniffle. It was probably happy tears now that she had finally gave in and agreed to the wedding, the thought didn’t go amiss upon her. But she would let sleeping dogs lie and not give Kara too much hassle for taking a short breather flight over the skyline. After all, if this was their life, that was going to have to be part of the deal, sharing her godling bride with the whims of an arbitrary world who would need her just as much as she did.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara glanced over her shoulder with a small grin.
“Goodnight Mrs Luthor.” Lena said it again with a possessive little smile.
“Goodnight Mrs Danvers, don’t wait up.” Kara playfully took her superhero bow and walked out of the bedroom door.
Kara closed the door gently and stood there in the hallway, the thump of her heart and the shudder of her stomach becoming violent and relentless in their shattering pain. Her eyes burned with the need to rid themselves of a thousand acidic howling tears and then she felt her lungs begin to twist until it felt as if they would start to fray. On the outside she remained perfectly reserved and dignified; maintained the tall and mighty constance of a superhero.
“How did it go?” J’onn transformed from a young receptionist and walked around the counter. He was tasked with the sole responsibility of standing guard during these late night meetings while Sam watched the main entrance to the facility, both of them sworn sentinels there to protect the longest and closest secret to the godlet’s heart.
“Fine,” Kara sniffed it back and forced a smile, “she, er, she forgot again,” Kara’s head hung slack as she rubbed the back of her neck.
“She forgot you?” J’onn asked unusually sympathetically.
“No no, never me.” Kara said quickly and thought of the many decades spent learning the limbic memory of one another, beginning the slow walk towards the end of the sleepy quiet hallway with J’onn at her side. “The mind decays but the heart? Well… the heart persists, forever and always,” Kara forced a pained smile.
“That sounds sorrowful,” J’onn sighed and slipped a hand around her thin hunched shoulder.
“My wife used to make it sound poetic.”