Always Forever (Catradora)

Chapter Four

The corridors were a place of peace. Peace and comfort... For the corridors kept the secrets of those who were willing to tell them. Soft laughter filled the corridors of the Fright Zone, echoing off of the walls and carrying throughout it. That was their secret to keep. Anyone who cared to listen would hear it. The soft pitter patter of bare feet against the cold floor were just barely audible as the giggles turned into whispers. Then, they turned to nothingness. The footsteps dissipated and the whispers promptly hushed. Everything was silent.

A forced silence. 

Adora

Adora shot upwards, slamming her head against the ceiling of the tank. The pain was immediate as she let out a surprised yelp of pain, holding her hand as Catra winced and glanced back at her.

"That looked fun," she pointed out as Adora shot her a glance. "What? You shouldn't've dozed off in the first place, then that would have never happened," Catra spoke smugly, a soft smirk perking itself at the edge of her lips as Adora rolled her eyes. This cat was dumb. "What spooked you so much that you had to be so dramatic about it anyway?" Catra asked, pursing her lips absently. Her tail flicked back and forth, signifying a slight unease.

Adora leaned back into her seat, allowing herself to meet Catra's gaze. Adora tapped her arm. "I'm not exactly sure... it was all kind of muddled together and I couldn't tell what was happening," Adora admitted as Catra let out a laugh.

"You didn't even know what you were dreaming about and you went and slammed your head on the ceiling--" she was mocking Adora by this point, her sly grin planted upon her face, "what a drama queen."

Glancing to Catra, Adora hugged her own arm, biting her bottom lip a bit. "It's not funny, Catra... there was something familiar about it," Adora mumbled.

"Yeah, right, and I'm a dog-- which I'm not, by the way," Catra replied, rolling her eyes. "Just stop thinking about it and enjoy the tank ride, how often to we get to ride in one of these, amiright?" Catra grinned wildly. 

Adora leaned against her hand and sighed, knowing it was impossible to argue with Catra at this point. "Tanks are cool," she admitted as Catra purred a bit at the statement. 

"See? I know what I'm talking about!"

Catra

Soon enough, the two of them made it back to the Fright Zone along with the others. Adora had fallen asleep again despite her earlier predicament with the ceiling of the tank. Catra wasn't entirely sure what was going on in that dorky head of Adora's, but she was sure it wasn't a whole lot. Snickering at that last thought, Catra got out of the tank and glanced down at Adora, who was sleeping soundly. She looked so peaceful that Catra almost didn't want to disturb her. Placing a hand on her hip, she allowed herself to watch Adora in a comfortable silence. Adora's face was content, blank as soft breaths entered and escaped her mouth. Somewhere along the line, drool had begun to dribble down her chin and was now all over her poor uniform. She was snoring, too.

Idiot.

Catra hadn't realized she was smiling until a familiar person approached her, disapproval written all over their face. 

"What on earth are you so happy about? You left the Fright Zone despite my direct orders saying not to do so!" Shadow Weaver hissed as Catra's smile almost immediately disappeared. Against her orders? Had she not been the one who'd said she didn't care?