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Hey! 8 from the happiness list or 7 from the sadness list please? If you're still taking prompts. I absolutely adore your work btw.
Well gosh, bruh 🥰
Happiness 8: Run away with me
“You work too hard.”
“I work just enough to keep this place from rack and ruin, thank you very much.”
She’s staring intensely at some spreadsheet or whatever, likely trying to convince Kara that she’s fine, but the fatigue in her voice, the slump of her shoulders, and the dark circles around her eyes tell a different story. Kara shakes her head in exasperation. Uncrossing her arms, she eases off the doorframe and walks over to the desk. She closes the laptop, unhooks the phone, and carefully lifts Lena off her chair. Any other day, she would be complaining, but not tonight. Tonight, Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and allows herself to be carried to the couch with nary a peep of protest. Kara lays her head on her lap, and starts to gently scratch her scalp. Almost immediately, Lena relaxes. Her breathing slows and the tension in her jaw evaporates.
The weight of the world she’s trying to change melts away, and all that’s left is Lena.
And she is beautiful.
“Run away with me.” Kara whispers.
Lena smiles. “Kara, don’t be ridiculous,” she says with a soft laugh, touching her chin to Kara’s knuckles. “You know we can’t do that.”
“Okay. Run away with me for a few weeks.”
Lena slowly opens her eyes at that. She looks like she might be considering it, so Kara continues.
“Come on, what do you say? You and me, anywhere you wanna go.”
Lena’s eyes shine.
The trip to Argo takes a day of planning and 46 hours of travel time. Lena spends half the trip asleep.
It’s Alura who greets them when they land.
“Mom, you rememb—”
“Lena! Oh how wonderful of you to visit us!”
The older woman embraces her like an old friend, and gazes upon her like a daughter. And Kara’s heart feels like it might burst.
For the next few days, Kara feels like a museum guide in charge of an overcurious guest. But she doesn’t mind. Everything fascinated Lena. She was so eager to learn all that she could, and spent most of her time either poking around with some tech or falling asleep at her translator tablet. Kara finds her in such a state one day, seated like a shrimp in the study, her dark hair falling over her face. She takes the device, bookmarks the page (3277, energy… dark matter), and moves Lena to a more comfortable location.
She’s startled to find her father next to her, Lena’s reading glasses in hand.
“She is exceptional.”
“I’m glad you found each other. A match like yours is rare.”
Kara’s eyes widen at what Zor-El must be implying.
“Oh. Oh no, it’s not—”
Her father only gives her a cryptic nod and softly claps a warm hand to her shoulder. He plants a kiss to the crown of her head, then puts Lena’s glasses in her palm.
She’s walking through the courtyard one morning, when she spots her mother near a patch of flowering hedges. Not unusual, she loves those flowers. What is unusual is that those flowers are symbolic of the union of two souls.
And that she’s talking about them to Lena.
Lena approaches her one evening, asks to meet her in the gardens.
“So… Your mom,” She starts. “We were talking the other day and she uh, she thinks that we’re…” Lena’s hands flail about helplessly between the two of them.
“Yeah, funny, my dad thinks so too… But don’t worry, I didn’t—”
“No, yeah, it’s fine… I mean, I’m not…”
This might be the most awkward, most embarrassing conversation in her entire life, Kara thinks. Not even that first date with what’s-his-name from junior high could top this.
Her feelings for Lena were never easy to deal with. She’d always resorted to avoidance whenever she was forced to face their existence. And now she’s finding that she might be exposed, by her own parents, no less…
“Sorry about that. They can be a little… nosy.”
She decides to have a talk with them later, ask them to never bring it up again. But then she glances sideways at Lena, sees how the fading rays of the red sun bring out the color of her eyes, hears the music in her quiet laugh, and--
And Kara wants that. Not for a few hours every week. She wants that every day, for the rest of her life.
“Would it be so horrible, though?” she asks. “Being… together. With me?”
Lena’s gaze meets hers for a moment, then turns downward to look at her own hands. When she looks up again, the smile Lena gives her leaves no room for misinterpretation, and hope swells bright and loud in Kara’s chest.
“I don’t think it would be horrible at all.”
“Kara, darling!” Alura calls out in Kryptonian. “Supper is ready.”
Kara yells out a response and turns back to Lena. She tentatively reaches out to her.
Lena takes her hand, and threads their fingers together.
Dinner gives way to (an only slightly competitive round of) Kryptonian chess, gives way to a quiet walk under the stars, and Kara figures this was the best dumb idea she’d ever had. Lena’s head rests on her shoulder, Kara turns her cheek into her hair. She looks down at their joined hands and Kara thinks she’s found something here, in the softness of the moon’s pale glow.
It started out as running away.
Now it felt like she was coming home.
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