18534/Requiescat In Koriand'r

Requiescat In Koriand'r
Date of Scene:	08 July 2024
Location:	W04 - Koriand'r's Dorm - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	A sudden brush with heartbreak and a very cute cat lead the Kara to seek a little solace in the strong, supportive arms of her fellow alien, Titan, and hugger, Koriand'r.
Cast of Characters:	Koriand'r, Kara Danvers

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Koriand'r has posed:
starlightstarbright: kara! :D
starlightstarbright: kara this is so important
starlightstarbright: https://i.postimg.cc/MTDqKr3c/GRQLt-VPXo-AEb-SAQ.jpg
starlightstarbright: o.o :hugging: o.o :hugging: o.o :hugging: <3

Koriand'r sighs brightly, having done her due diligence as a friend who just saw something of vital importance to another friend, drops her phone to her belly, leans back in a beanbag chair, and resumes intently focusing on decorating her personal Watchtower as she explores The Sims: Capes and Capers.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara is flying over Metropolis when her cellular device begins to make chirping sounds, like a small baby bird. It says tweetle tweet tweet tweet, tweetle tweet tweet, to the tune of Stay, by Lisa Loeb. Someone helped her set this up because of her fondness for the song. Now she is hovering on her back with her ankles crossed amidst the clouds, peering at the picture of a cat!

SuperGrill772: Oh! It is an adorable cat you have!
SuperGrill772: All of these hugs, I could use a hug. I believe I have once again be given the singles. :sadfaceclown: :rocketship: :Ferriswheel:

Yes, her name is Supergrill772. Supergirl was taken, Supergirl1-1000 was taken. Supergrill was also taken. Up to 772.

The world is a very strange place.

With a sigh, she tucks her phone away and spins through a cloud, displacing it around her.

Koriand'r has posed:
starlightstarbright: oh, no, it's not my cat!
starlightstarbright: sometimes gar turns into a cat and curls up on my stomach and I pet him and we talk about the ghostbusters, but that's very different!

And just as Koriand'r gets back to rotating the console around the monitor womb, Sonic rings chime--

starlightstarbright: what?!
starlightstarbright: no!
starlightstarbright: kara!!!
starlightstarbright: no!!!!!!
starlightstarbright: kara, you will come to my room right now so that I may give you hugs!!!!!!!!!!! :sadclayface: :icecream_cone: :traffic_light_red:

-- and Koriand'r has a new mission:

Flying around her room and shoving some of the many boxes of unwanted, Roxxon-'donated' clothes littering her room around until there is enough room for someone else to move around in it.

Kara Danvers has posed:
SuperGrill772: Oh. I know this movie. I have it on the VHS machine that I bought from a pawnshop! Have you ever used a VHS machine?

The rapid series of following texts has poor Lisa Loeb singing just the first two words of her song over and over, which actually manages to make Kara grin a little. With the Kara sized wind tunnel she just cut through a cumulonimbus! She peers back behind her, lightning travelling betwixt two points inside the cloud as atmospheric pressure gradiants cause a mini thunderstorm to rage!

Is that scientific? Who knows. Usually Kara would, but she has many other things on her mind.

Foremost being her recent breaking up, but more readily now is the invitation to join Kori! That is always good for cheer! So... from Metropolis to Statan Island in meer seconds, knocking on Kori's door with the back of her knuckles. It's actually a lot easier to just SHOW UP than text. It takes her so long to spell out words on that tiny little screen when it is all covered in moisture from being in the upper atmosphere, anyhow. "Helloooo..."

Koriand'r has posed:
In a soft, loose purple tee and black shorts with a white racing stripe that only occasionally poke past the hem, Kori throws the door open at the sound of a familiar voice on the other side.

Or-- she slides it open?

Pushes a button to engage the hydraulics--?

Well, what matters more than the precise degree of futuristic aesthetic on display in Titans Tower is:

However the door opens, Kori sweeps through it to seize Kara about the waist and haul her from her feet in a bearhug that would crush most any other girl on Earth. For Kara, it's simple, wordless communication:

'I am fond of and here for you, and I won't let you go.'

Channeling her silent affection, Kori promptly swings Kara right around to walk her inside, pushing the door shut with her foot one way or another in the process. Again, the how doesn't matter: what matters is the way Kori drops her forehead, brimming with stellar warmth, to the crown of Kara's head and nuzzles against it gently as she crosses the threshold with the Girl of Steel in her arms.

When she finally opens her mouth - somewhere in the thick of the forest of boxes and clothes that has become her room ever since she had the temerity to turn down a Roxxon contract - it's only to whisper:

"We can talk about it as much or as little as you like, Kara," in a voice so small that it barely disturbs the golden tresses it's muffled into.

Kara Danvers has posed:
The true star of the show is the aesthetics on display at Titans Tower. These doors were designed by very self indulgent individuals who allowed a 17 year old girl to create Faster than Light engines! Not that 17 year old girls shouldn't be allowed to invent FTL Engines. No, Kara would say 'power to her sisters! Show the patriarchy who's boss! In another universe! That you got to in your faster than light ship!' then eat ALL the cake while they were gone.

Digress.

Kara is sept up in a hug and, despite the obvious termoil her admission must have put her in, she is surprisingly nonplushed by it all. Is it sad? Yes, of course it is. Nobody wants to have that happen to them, but what's really sad about it is that she's.. gotten use to it. It's happened quite a few times now. Five by her count.

So she really did need a hug even if she didn't know she needed it until she was swept up in it and cuddled. Cuddling is also nice. Ice Cream would be perfect. "It is okay. I have learned a valuable lesson about my dating life: I shouldn't. There is not enough time in a day for me to save the world from acts of nature AND support an emotionally stable relationship full of caring and communication. I will just have a great deal of sex, instead."

Koriand'r has posed:
"Oh--!"

Years of living on Earth as a woman from a culture of people prone to deep, resonant emotion and groomed for utter fearlessness in expressing, and tolerance for those emotions mean that it's normally Kori who just-- says things without even the ghost of a filter, even when those things stray well beyond the bounds of what is 'acceptable' according to the byzantine strictures of human norms. It's easier to just say things than it is to think about them, once the necessary floor for constructive and empathic interaction has been reached: radical honesty isn't an excuse to be an ass, but a challenge to show love and invite it in turn by opening up fully to those you love.

All of which is to say that:

Koriand'r greets the quiet, matter-of-fact flood of Information (which one can never have 'Too Much' of) with fluttering eyes and sharply arched brows alongside that note of surprise.

And then she giggles, warm and rich; sunny and rippling, paired with a renewed surge of affection coursing through her arms and thus through Kara. Her mirth only lasts a few seconds before it's subsumed into a firm, lingering kiss planted in flaxen hair, after which she starts to softly bump and nudge her head against Kara's intent on guiding the Kryptonian to tilt her head and meet Kori's eyes.

It's only after the Girl of Steel complies that the honey-colored model whispers, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with having a great deal of sex, and as your friend, I support you whole-heartedly in seeing to your various needs however you see fit," while pressing her brow to Kara's. "But I will also remind you: you are Supergirl, one of the bravest and kindest and cutest people on Earth. And you deserve caring, communication-- you deserve to be loved, however you would like to be. That you have not found someone, or ones able to do so speaks only to the dazzling magnitude of You."

Somewhere in there-- Maybe around the halfway point--

-- Kara might notice a shift in line with Kori's casual, free-wheeling openness and honesty: a flood of microfluctuations in the stellar energies that perpetually radiate from Kori's eyes. A solid, luminous green gaze SHOULD be an inscrutable, unreadable thing-- and sure, it presents a unique challenge to new acquaintances unused to it. However: spend enough time with her and one begins to realize that it's only ever so difficult to read the emotion in her eyes, or track the line of her vision. That despite first appearances, those scintillating globes are replete with countless tiny points of luminescence which collectively result in tiny, but distinct shifts which can be understood as analogous to the more conventional movements of pupils and irises.

And crucially - at least, in this moment -

... all of this in conjunction with Kryptonian senses and biology mean that once Kori's eyes begin slipping downwards, Kara can feel her consideration; her appraisal.

Her attention, curious and obligate.

"... but I won't belabor that point," she eventually allows once her eyes return to Kara's.

"I'm not here to lecture you, after all: just to hug you."

And to that end, Kori carries the Kryptonian koala she's mutually entangled with over to her beanbag chair, where she - carefully! - starts setting about arranging them such that they're reclining in soft, moldable comfort without disturbing the embrace.

"And be here for you, however you may need me."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Shock and absolute awe was Kara's intention, so to that end she was far more successful than she would have imagined she'd be, what with it being Kori. Who is well known for being the one who, intentionally or not, knowing or otherwise, inserts foot to mouth by just 'saying the things that she thinks'. Kara is also like that, to varying degrees, but almost universally she keeps things reserved. As adorable as she may be here on Earth, on her world she was a giant nerd and very plain. Like Gators wife in the OTHER GUYS.

Gator don't take no back chat.

"I have given all of my love away, set it to sail the seas of tribulating relations far and wide! If this were the seventeen hundreds of Earth, I would have likely been given a scarlet letter for my whoreish behaviors." She jokes, with her face in Kori's shoulder and her legs wrapped around Kori's waist. Because she is a Super Koala being carried around like a favorite stuffed animal. It's rare that someone just 'man-handles' the Maiden of Might, afterall! Gotta enjoy the moments.

In a skirt.

With thigh high boots and half top that shows off her belly button, which would be pierced but who the hell could pierce Kara Zor-El's belly button without a diamond drill, a few thousand hours, and some kryptonite on hand?

"No, I shall give into my base desires, Kori." She brushes her cheek on her friends shoulder, but then allows the head nudges to guide her eyes upwards. "You give the best hugs." Squeeze, not 'inside stuff becomes outside stuff' hard, but hard enough! Hard enough that all the hug-fections is obvious.

Because they are now in a beanbag chair and Kara is adjusting her butt around to get comfortable. Turning so that she can curl up, all tiny, like a fetus on the Tamarians lap. "I could go for some ice cream before I start my wild oat spreading, however. Perhaps a good cry, but then! Then.. All the things are going in my no-no parts."

It's said comedy is a good medicine for sadness. FOR THE FREAKIN READERS NOT IN THE SCENE'S SAKE, it's just a joke man, lighten up.

Koriand'r has posed:
It's important to enjoy the little things in life, like being the strongest 20-something in the world and still having someone in your life capable of hauling you around like a precious, adorable, profoundly sad doll. In a skirt, with thigh high boots and...

"I have very strong arms," Kori reminds her friend, flexing gently against the Kryptonian to demonstrate a fraction of the solar-fueled might pumping through flawlessly smooth, gently and decisively sculpted, silk-soft arms, "and I don't like to see my friends sad. I accept it, of course..."

Leaning back into the chair, Kori lets go long enough to skip her fingers up Kara's side like pebbles across a taut blue lake, then push blonde hair behind an ear, properly baring the Morose Maiden's face and meeting her eyes without a shred of obstruction.

"... but I see sadness as a season to be endured and overcome, in whatever time it may take."

With Kara curled in her lap like a heartbroken kitten, the amber-skinned model wraps an arm around slender shoulders and draws the Girl of Steel's head into the nigh-endless luxury of her bosom, utterly soft and radiant with the same warmth that suffused Kara's cells beneath the loose drapery of her the tee. Her other arm shifts until she's clutching Kara's hip protectively, keeping her close as Kori does some thigh-spreading, butt-wiggling shifting of her own to make plenty of room for a friend in need to lie in her lap and be supported wholly by her powerful frame.

"And I DO have ice cream, to help you through that season--... but it isn't... ... here." In arm's reach of the beanbag chair -- it's actually maybe four feet from the chair, in a mini-freezer currently doubling as stacking space for boxes.

"And that presents a problem which - as heroines - we will surely," she murmurs as her fingertips gently rake across Kara's scalp, draw through her hair, then find their way back for another round, and another, and so-on, the tender repetition of it proving at least modestly soothing for the Tamaranean herself, "find a way to overcome: for I desire nothing more right now than for you to have your ice cream--"

The shift in tension against Kara's hip is slight, but entirely tangible-- especially to a woman with Kryptonian senses: a firm increase, a momentary inward tug, a hint of downward pressure-- a wealth of minute signifiers which make her follow-up:

"... except to hold you, so as to continue reminding you of how very unalone you are while you contemplate crying, and future care of your no-no parts."

The last comes with wry little twist of her lips, a moment of private mirth shared with another woman from far, far away who has made a positively herculean effort to acclimate, right down to embracing the bizarre textures of human - particularly /American/ human - language with full-throated vigor.

"However will we overcome this dilemma, Kara--?"

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara is such an odd bird.

She wiggles where there's room to do so because in so many ways she is still very childlike. Sixteen years old is too young for becoming a superhero! She grew into it, of course, as she has grown into her traditional attractiveness by earth standards, but she still holds onto that need for physical comfort that was robbed from her when her Planet went boom. Girl didn't even realize her mother was still alive! Not that ALURA was very big on cuddling or coddling. Neither of those things were of importance to her, not with SCIENCE to be did.

With her blonde hair being tucked behind an ear, the elongation and slight point of them is more apparent. It's not as 'elvish' so much, but perhaps more half-elvish. Which coinsides with the points of her eyes, giving her a very foreign and distinctly un-Swedish physical appearance, despite her accent... that is Kryptonian, but sounds very much like Swedish. The reason for why they'd said she was Clark's Swedish cousin, in fact!

Big blue eyes peer at Kori, with her bottom lip tucked betwixt her teeth once she's found a position that is most comfortable. As one might imagine, and not unlike a cat, she has twisted herself into something of a display! With her head lulling backwards, body turned sideways, and skirt all misaliegned with how it was designed to sit! Heck, she's one motion of her leg from being upside down.

Because she is, in fact, very odd.

She looks up, downish, towards the ice chest where there is said to be ice creams awaiting, but does not move. No! She remains right where she is, all twisted up on Kori, whom she is very much using as an emotional support friend-chair. Until her face is buried in ample bosom, which is just part of why Kori's hugs are the best! Tiny arms, thin compared to just about anyones but capable far beyond their appearance, circle her Tamarian friend and nestle.

With a raised brow and a blue eye cutting upwards to peer at Kori 'THROUGH' some loosened blonde hair! She keeps it short, pixie style, with longer bangs. Because it's very 90s and Kara wishes she'd been around Earth during the 90s. She squints... squints right up at Kori, then glances down herself, then glances around.

"Well, if the plan involves us needing to move from this exact place for the next few hours, I veto it! I may need tissues, I do not wish to cry into your very cute top. Perhaps there is a pillow somewhere that I can bury my face in if crying, or screaming, or both, starts, hmmmmm?"

Koriand'r has posed:
Because Kara is not a cat, Kori is beset by the most terrible of conundrums:

A cute belly begging to be rubbed, belonging to a friend who-- well, MIGHT appreciate it.

Or might shriek and startle.

Or could just read the wrong meaning, draw the worst conclusions--

Because people are infinitely more complicated than cats, for all that they compete mightily in huggability.

So instead, Kara gets a scattered patter of tiny, heated EM pulses coursing down the length of her exposed midsection, tracing its every contour until--

Well, until Kara's tucked into her chest, and they're forced to contemplate the depths of their heroism.

And she is faced with a curious squint, which she meets with arching eyebrows, a brief beat of bemusement, and then a small smile. Kori's head cants a little; she joins the Kryptonian in glancing down, and around...

A palm brimming with warmth shifts to seize, cup, and support her skirt-clad friend, patting gently as years of Sports Movie Sundays (a nonweekly, wholly irregular team bonding tradition dating back to the earliest days of the Titans) have taught her one does, when faced with a teammate in need of cheering and affirming.

"Your veto is heard, of course--"

Now it's Kori's turn to squint, pausing; considering.

To glance down at herself, then back to Kara as flickering, gently fulminating brows rise a notch higher.

"-- but with a caveat," murmurs a little lower as patting turns to supporting, clutching the Maiden of Might to herself with a broad, potent splay of her fingers. "A minor one: we may have find other, non-pillow accommodations to contain any wholly natural, understandable, and welcome cries, screams, or sighs, if we are limited to what's around this chair. But: if you are unable to find anything sufficiently soft and comforting for you to rest your face in here, then my shoulder will, of course," she coos, so soft that super-hearing is a blessing even this close, stroking adorably clipped locks and drawing them between her thumb and forefinger, "be available to you as needed-- I will be here, as needed," one sun-kissed alien promises another.

"For you, my very favorite Kryptonian."