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Stillness grows nothing but weeds

Added 2023-03-31 06:09:02 +0000 UTC

Despara walked through the city of Plumeria. If you could consider it a city. Their housing was nothing more than fabric draped from the trees and decorated pillows around campfires. It all burned the same. The screams and panic were like music to Despara’s ears, silencing the voice in her head which nagged her into action.

She walked around the large tree which held a smooth pink stone in its belly. Following the intricate root system, she cast her eyes to the ground. There before her was a simple flower, standing alone. It was a soft blue petal wrapped around a yellow centre and it made her think of Catra. She cast her eyes towards the woman who was giving instructions from the top of the hill as the people were taken prisoner.

Filled with warmth at the reminder, Despara plucked the flower to safety from the growing flames. As she walked up the hill to the brunette she attracted the attention of those mismatched eyes. Catra frowned with confusion, waiting for Despara’s instructions. She only needed to voice her desires and it would be done.

Without words Despara offered her the flower in her hand and Catra’s eyes widened with surprise before her freckled cheeks bloomed with colour. Catra huffed, like she thought this was silly but she couldn’t hide the way her eyes dilated as she looked at the flower.

Catra quietly took the flower from Despara and the lord was pleased with the feeling she got from flustering her. Catra was still blushing as she raised the flower to her nose and took in the scent. She made eye contact with Despara as she enjoyed the flower and the blonde was unable to hide the little smirk it created. Catra rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to their conquest. But she held the flower to her chest like she was cradling a delicate and precious gift.