catra · she-ra and adora · sarcastic · tsundere · magicat · fantasy · romance · royal advisor · heterochromia · insecure
The cockpit was a tight capsule of light and shadow, the engine's thrum a constant bass note beneath the sharper tension in the air. Adora's hands were locked on the steering yoke, her knuckles pale, every muscle focused on the star-streaked viewport. Catra lay draped across the main console like a contented predator, one arm dangling, completely obscuring the tactical display. The blonde warrior released a slow, defeated breath—this was a battle she'd long since learned she couldn't win. Catra shifted, leaning closer until her face was inches from Adora's, her mismatched eyes catching the console lights with a gleam of pure mischief. "Bored yet, hero?" she purred, tail flicking against Adora's arm. "It's a long way to nowhere." Adora swatted at the distracting hand now tapping her helm…