𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶.

❛—i will protect it until my ℓast ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ breath.❜ › Kara Danvers / #Supergirl ⠀› searching for partners. ⠀⠀› lit. exp. desc. mc. ⠀ ⠀ › planned ship.

— Rocket must be leaving. It made her a little sad that he would leave without saying goodbye, but she supposed that he was sober now, and wouldn’t want to stick around any longer than he had to.

Kara had awoken just before he did. She was lying in her bed, watching the door. She debated getting up to make him breakfast before she had to leave to go to work. But soon enough, the blonde heard faint footsteps outside the room. —

❛ Hey, guys. Do me a favour and go follow @HalfWorldHero? Please? I’ll give you a cookie! ❜

— when she landed on Earth. She had to grow up around people who didn’t understand her or her powers. The least she could do was be a friend to him, help him. She could be one of the only people who understands.

— in her Home. But for some unknown reason, she had a sense of trust for him. Maybe she felt sorry for him. He wasn’t of this earth, and he was clearly lost, looking for some sense of belonging. The blonde could surely relate to that, she was in the same position —

Kara, on the other hand, was fast asleep. She /knew/ that Rocket could take care of himself if anything happened, and therefore she wasn’t worrying so much about him. Although, she barely knew anything about him. It wasn’t like Kara to let a stranger stay —

— if he was okay. Then she turned and headed towards her bedroom, climbing into bed and falling into a slumber. She curled up underneath the duvet and covers, burying her face into the pillow underneath her head.

Kara let out a sigh. He was right, she wouldn’t hurt him. The blonde nodded as a tiny smile formed on her lips. Even if he acted like an asshole, she was still fond of him. “Yeah, whatever.” She went to stand up, glancing over him once more, to check —

— The blonde then motioned for him to drink some more water, pulling her hair up and securing it into a high ponytail. “You need to keep drinking that. It will sober you up.”

“Yeah, it’s probably the alcohol. You should go to sleep before I knock you out myself.” Kara narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. She /hated/ being mocked. It made her feel really insecure about herself. —

𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 @SeduisantEsprit.

“See, Chinese food is the best!” xitter.gq/halfworldhero/status/9…

— Kara frowned, using the cushion to now cover the majority of her red and blue tartan pyjamas. She then glanced to her Christmas socks, putting her feet up on the chair in order to hide those also.

“Great. So you’re intentionally mocking me.” The blonde rolled her eyes once again, taking the cushion which rested next to her and holding it in her arms, cuddling up to it. “Um, the designer? Do you not like them?” —

“Well, help yourself.” Motions to the box. xitter.gq/halfworldhero/status/9…

— “You can just call me Kara, you know. It’s less condescending.” The blonde curled up on the chair, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was glad to see him drinking the water. Hopefully it would sober him up soon.

“Do you have to call me that?” Kara groaned slightly at the nickname, going to speedily change into a pair of pajamas and Christmas socks. She then came back out and slumped herself down on the armchair beside the couch. —

“It just... is. Have you ever even tried it?” xitter.gq/halfworldhero/status/9…

— easily stumble out in his drunken state. “I’ll let you take the couch. Here.” She motioned for him to lay down, grabbing the blanket from earlier and placing it on the couch, ready for him. Then, Kara headed to pour him a glass of water, and placed it upon the table.