[ mon-el is gentle; it's a new experience for kara. people look at supergirl and assume kara is untouchable. they are rough and demanding, insistent for the sake of justice and goodness and what's right. people look at kara, little kara with her assistant job turned reporter, and assume she's used to be walked on. they take advantage of her friendliness, expect her understanding even when it's unwarranted. kara doesn't blame them, or their actions, because she doesn't correct them. they're not wrong.
but mon-el is gentle, and his voice is quiet tonight as they lean against the balcony, stargazing. ]
More than anything. [ it had been a question she hadn't been able to answer honestly before. jeremiah had asked her once, over dinner when kara had been no more than fifteen. she'd wanted to tell jeremiah about the star cycles, the different ways that starlight twinkled in the sky, but one look at alex's jealous face had kept her quiet. now, with mon-el, kara knows there's no harm in the honest answer. ] Do you?
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but mon-el is gentle, and his voice is quiet tonight as they lean against the balcony, stargazing. ]
More than anything. [ it had been a question she hadn't been able to answer honestly before. jeremiah had asked her once, over dinner when kara had been no more than fifteen. she'd wanted to tell jeremiah about the star cycles, the different ways that starlight twinkled in the sky, but one look at alex's jealous face had kept her quiet. now, with mon-el, kara knows there's no harm in the honest answer. ] Do you?