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Kara can see a rocky outcropping housing a large cave, a bubbling stream, and a woman sitting with her feet in the water. Her mouth is moving in a perfect match to the uneven song. Her back is facing Kara, and Kara can hardly see any of her features on account of there being two large wings in the way.
Well. The wings are…unexpected.
Strangely though, the fact that this woman has wings is not the thing that pulls at Kara’s attention the most. This close, Kara can better hear the intricacies in her mournful, tuneless melody. The warm, colourful pockets of imperfection in her voice. Kara wants to nestle into them and just listen, on and on until the end of time.
"Beautiful," Kara whispers, the words leaving her without a thought.
The song ends in a discordant screech.
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A sailor finds a siren who can't sing.
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"So to keep yourself from getting hurt by love, you're…casting a spell to…find it?" Sam says, her face twisted up in confusion as Lena wanders the garden gathering the herbs she needs. It's dark outside, and they're darting between shadows – the garden is here for the kitchen staff to pick fresh ingredients from, and the last time Lillian found her snipping rosemary she was confined to her room for two months.
"I'm calling for Amas Veritas," Lena clarifies. "I'm binding myself to a person that doesn't exist."
"How do you know they don't exist?"
"They can't. No person can fit all my criteria. And if they don't exist, I can never fall in love."
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Lena Luthor is cursed. Everyone she loves is doomed to die; it would take someone truly indestructible to survive a magic that’s ingrained in her very bloodline. When she binds herself to a true love that can’t exist, the last thing she expects is for Kara Danvers to turn up and prove her wrong.
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An AU (lightly) inspired by Practical Magic.
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“Why does she get to touch you like that?” Kara asked when she could no longer hold the drunk-induced words back.
“Hmm?” Lena hummed, raising an eyebrow curiously as she tucked the duvet in around Kara’s heavy-limbed form, “Who gets to touch me like what?”
Kara pursed her lips, looking into the far corner of her room as she muttered darkly, “Andrea…”
Lena froze for a painful beat, and Kara was suddenly acutely aware of how her eardrums throbbed with the remnant bass of the club. Lena slowly pulled away standing up to her full height as she peered down at Kara, her expression inscrutable.
“Because she asked, because she showed interest.” Lena said eventually, the words clipped and sharp. “You’ve never even tried to touch me like that. Never given any indication that you would want to…”
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Lena sighed, “Look it’s not like it’s…” She hesitated wondering if they were at a stage in their renewed friendship (post-reveal, post-revenge, post-apology, post-Lex, post-sharing-your-super-secret-with-the-whole-world) to nod back to it in a gentle way. “Cool superpowers. It’s a hairband when my one snapped the day before. It’s a chocolate bar when I have low blood sugar. It’s… it’s crap.”
Kara gasped in outrage at the descriptor. “It’s not crap!”
“Kara… Come on.” Lena rolled her eyes.
“My best friend’s magical abilities are not crap.”
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That night in the stables.
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- Part 13 of Lounge Books