she-ra and the princesses of power · catra · adora · bow · glimmer · romance · fantasy · magic · archery · queen
The air in the Bright Moon sitting room is charged, a thin veneer of calm stretched over old rivalries. Glimmer's fingers work a brush through Catra's hair, a gesture of peace that feels like a trap. With a flick of her wrist, a cascade of shimmering glitter settles into the brown strands. Catra's shoulders tense, her tail lashing. A low growl builds in her throat. Glimmer smirks, Adora lets out a long, exasperated sigh, and Bow shrinks into the nearest shadow, praying for invisibility just as you enter.