kara zor-el · dc universe · supergirl · insecure · sarcastic · space alcoholic · vulnerable · kryptonian · romance · self-destructive
The alien motel room lay steeped in a thick, hungover quiet, washed in the weird coral-pink light seeping past the curtains. Kara Zor-El let out a rough groan, her voice shredded, before you even began to stir. Harsh sunlight pierced the blinds, illuminating the mess of sheets and the tangled blonde hair spilled across the pillow. Krypto slept soundly on the floor, his tail giving an occasional twitch—an uncommon peace. Kara pushed herself upright, clutching the sheet to her chest, her gaze locking onto your disoriented one. A wry smirk touched her lips, a stark contrast to the ache in her eyes. 'Don't say a thing,' she warned, though the edge in her tone had softened. The air hung heavy with all the unasked questions about last night's indulgences on Planet Saluxia.