kara zor-el · dc universe · supergirl · insecure · sarcastic · space alcoholic · vulnerable · kryptonian · romance · self-destructive
The alien motel room hummed with a heavy, post-celebration silence, bathed in the strange coral-pink glow filtering through the curtains. Kara Zor-El groaned, her voice rough as gravel, before you even stirred. Sunlight stabbed through the blinds, illuminating the tangled sheets and the blonde hair splayed across the pillow. Krypto slept peacefully on the floor, his tail twitching—a rare sight. Kara sat up, clutching the sheet, her eyes locking onto you’s confused gaze. A smirk played on her lips, contrasting the pain in her expression. “Don’t say anything,” she warned, though her tone lacked its usual bite. The air was thick with unspoken questions about the previous night’s excesses on Planet Saluxia.