( open ) ☀ ❝ i can tell just what you want ❞

[advena]

CHARACTERS: kara zor-el & you!
LOCATIONS: the drive-in, the beach, & around town.
WARNINGS: n/a.
SUMMARY: spring updates, mostly. come have fun with your fave supergal.

☀ the lead-up.

( she gets another envelope with the turn of the seasons. winter fades into warm, welcoming spring, and another cheerily addressed envelope is dropped into her mailbox. congratulations, it reads, and kara only laughs, tucking it back into a drawer. she's not ready to go home yet, and there's nothing she needs, is there? she's got her home, she's got her dog, she's got a man who loves her and friends who care for her — what more could she need?

and then, much like things always do, everything changed. oliver goes home, too adrift by guilt and the need to take care of things like always to rest any longer, and kara finds herself surprisingly alone for the first time in a long time. it had been one thing to be alone of her own accord, to hermit herself until she was ready to come back — she had always known she could come back when she was ready, that he wouldn't give up on her after just a few days of silence. but to have him leave, even for good reason? she can't help but feel a little bit stung.

she mopes around the house for a few days in protest, cuddling with her dog and watching endless streams of trashy movies, only leaving to punch in and out at the bar or to answer the door for unreasonably large deliveries of comfort food-level groceries. that is, at least, until she finally needs to change again. going back to that same drawer means coming face to face with that envelope.

does she need a change? maybe not going home, but something new? maybe she does. )

☀ the drive-in.

( she doesn't want for much, so the thought of what she might want takes a while to come to her. it's not until she spots the familiar sight of her friends racing down a back alley in cars that shined in the moonlight that she realizes what she might want. something different, something she'd never really had. wheels. of course, kara knows how to drive. she'd been a teen girl on earth, after all; she'd taken driver's ed and managed a car decently well when she needed to drive one. but the thrill of being behind the wheel, of being normal after so many years of being anything but? it's a nice change. refreshing.

not that there's anything normal about kara's new wheels.

maybe it's the shiny baby blue paint. maybe it's the cool girl convertible style, with its creamy white top and shining chrome inlays. or, maybe, it's the fact that the car can fly, hovering just a few inches off the ground at rest only to soar above the clouds at a moment's notice. yeah, she's pretty sure it's the flying part that makes it super, but kara's happy enough with it even with the wheels on the ground.

it should be no surprise, then, that she takes the thing out for a spin every so often. like tonight, moon bright above her head, to take up a prime parking space — okay, maybe two prime spots, because she's a girl still getting used to this boat of a car — in the lot of the drive-in, snacks and blankets piled high in her backseat for what's sure to be a night of ridiculously cheesy indulgence.

come admire her wheels, steal her snacks, or maybe just come cuddle. she's down to clown, as the kids say. )

☀ the beach(-on frise).

( she might not need to physically recharge after a fight here, but kara has always loved the warmth of the earth's bright sun on her skin. she'd been no stranger to the outdoors as a kid, always clambering on things she shouldn't to get a better view of the sky or running for hours from park to park just because she could; as an adult, she hadn't had as much time for it, but the rooftop of catco and the viewing platforms at the deo had seen plenty of activity in the moments she'd had to herself.

here in cadelle, kara frequents the beach. the sand is soft underneath her skin, and serves as the perfect place for a growing ball of fluff to run out all his energy while kara sunbathes, leisurely tossing out broken pieces of shell or driftwood for him to fetch every so often. there's a small cooler of ginger ale and water beside her — much to mick's chagrin, since she hadn't even taken him up on his offer for something a little more fun in the sun — and plenty of space in the vicinity for visiting friends.

come say hello, untie her top, or even just soak up some sun nearby. just don't steal her dog. )

☀ the wildcard.

( y'all know the drill. )