Mara nodded her head in agreement and smiled a little too herself before dipping her head. "Yeah I know what you mean, that's why I'm held up out here, my powers always seem to be on the fritz when I'm around big crowds. "
She took a breath and rubbed the back of her neck, "well I didn't lie.. I did want to show you something. " she pulled out a little baggie from her pocket with a tiny chip in it and the entire atmosphere around them changed and her face lost all color "there's a reason why I haven't been around all week, I found a bomb in my neck and I think I know why it was there and why it hasn't gone off. "
Farah offered a small smile at Mara's agreement. Finally, something the women agreed on. It took them long enough to find out that for all their years of fighting in the city that neither of them liked it.
Though the softness in Farah's expression immediately vanished when Mara revealed the real reason for her summons. Farah's eyes studied the little chip, then Mara's face. "Oh my God," Farah whispered. Without thinking, her hand gently covered Mara's free one, and she stroked the back of the other woman's hand with her thumb. "How did you find it? Why was it there? Why hasn't it gone off?"
Mara was silent for a moment trying to slow her thoughts enough for her to speak, she flinched at the feeling of farah's hand on hers, she took a deep breath and shook her head. "I wasn't made to be a hero, Farah. That was never my purpose… I was made to be exactly what I am, a monster. They put it there in case I ever got out of hand, in case I ever killed you.. But it's been deactivated so don't worry it's not going to go off, but before I told you anything I wanted to have more information, but right now I barely have enough as it is. "
Farah immediately pulled her hand away as Mara flinched. She didn't want to make the other girl afraid of her. In fact, she was starting to want the complete opposite.
She covered her mouth with her hand, unshed tears pooling in her eyes. Once Mara was done, Farah lowered her own hand to speak. "You are not the monster," she whispered. "They are. That's horrible. I can't believe they did that to you. It didn't hurt you to take it out, did it? Maybe I can help you. What kind of information do you need?"
Mara wasn't really afraid of Farah she just wasn't subjected to physical touch very much so it made her uncomfortable.
She scoffed and shook her head, her half lidded eyes looking at the city "you can't say I'm not a monster, when I've killed as many people as I have, I became exactly what they made me for.. I was made..for you,"
She went silent for a moment before shaking her head "it didn't hurt to remove don't worry, it was surgically removed by a professional I was under anesthesia the whole time, I felt nothing. That's another reason why I never visited you because I didn't want you to know anything until I studied the chip. "
Farah watched Mara closely, and a rush of sadness flooded her at the girl's words. Mara wasn't a monster. She'd been forced into being a monster. God, Farah could see it so clearly now. But then, as Mara continued, Farah stilled. Her words were directive and emphasized in a way that made Farah question her meaning. Did Mara mean that they'd been made to fight and oppose each other in all ways possible? Or… did she mean something else entirely?
Farah pondered all of this, but before she could speak, the topic changed again. "Oh," she whispered quietly, still looking at Mara even as she watched the city. "I'm glad you weren't in any pain. Though… I do wish you said something. I want to help." She hesitantly reached for Mara's hand again and took it in her own this time. "I want to help you."
Mara stiffened at farah's touch but instinctively gripped the other girls hand gently but never looked at her. "Farah… I don't think you can help me, I'm too far gone, I'm scared I'm going to do something that will change the way that you look at me now. " she said shortly the grip on farah's hand ever so slightly.
Farah winced at Mara's reaction to her touch. Making the girl uncomfortable only made Farah uncomfortable as well, and the hero was about to pull her hand back away. But she froze as Mara took her hand and even held it a bit tighter. The tension Farah felt dissolved immediately, and her expression softened.
Though at Mara's words, Farah scoffed lightly. "Mara," she murmured, thinking over her next words carefully. "The way that I look at you has changed too many times within the past two weeks. I believe that, for the first time, I can see you clearly now. Nothing will change that now."
Gently, Farah lifted her free hand and put her fingers under Mara's chin to tilt her head toward Farah's, forcing their eyes to meet. "And no one is ever too far gone," she whispered.
Mara let out a breath, there was a lump in her throat and she felt as though the air around her no longer existed, her mind was racing. This was what it felt like to feel somebody, to hold them, Farah felt so fragile in the villains hand she almost let go with the fear she would harm the poor girl. She listened to the hero's words her eyes half lidded once more until Farah had Mara's chin within her finger tipa, she sucked in a deep breath as she looked as the woman before her, Mara's heart was pounding against her chest, she had no clue wha Farah was doing she'd never been intimate with anyone before.
The intake of emotions all at once was so sudden Farah barely felt it coming at all. In a heartbeat, she could feel Mara's racing heart and her stolen breath. Hesitance. Understanding. Fear. Wonder. Curiosity. Confusion. She picked up snippets of Mara's thoughts and emotions, but the most stinging word played over and over in Farah's mind after she heard it: intimate.
Farah came back into herself with a snap, and she suddenly realized how intimate of a position she had initiated. With a startled jerk, she pulled her hand out of Mara's and drew her fingers back from touching Mara's chin. Where her fingertips had been touching the other woman's skin felt electrified.
"I'm sorry," Farah blurted, scrambling to her feet and backing away. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have…" She shook her head and hurried for the ladder without finishing her sentence. God, what would Mara think of her now?
Mara gasped when Farah jearked herself away Mara's hand clamping into a fist as soon as the other girls had was gone. She turned her face away as it turned red, she felt stupid of course Farah didn't want to kiss her who would? She was a freak, she was the bad guy that never got the happy ending she wanted. She curled in on herself and looked back over at the shadowy buildings in the city. Her eyes burned with tears threating to fall and her stomach was in knots, she was embarrassed and hurt she didn't know what was going on and Farah had confused her once again. Her violet eyes glimmering with tears that had a hint of purple themselves she tried to blink them away but that just caused them to stream down her cheeks, but her hands quickly moved to wipe them away she hadn't even noticed Farah had gone until she looked back over and was met with an empty rooftop.
As Farah walked away, she winced and wrapped her arms around her stomach. She felt horrible. She knew she shouldn’t have done that to Mara only to yank herself away before anything real could happen. But… did Farah want it to happen?
Yes. The answer flew into her mind so quickly it shocked her. Yes, she had wanted something to happen, and yes, she had wanted to kiss Mara. Farah sighed softly. But the further she got away from Mara, the more she felt the other woman’s emotions. Embarrassment, hurt, and confusion overwhelmed Farah, so much so that as she reached for the ladder, her hand drew back. And she felt something else, something more veiled. Doubts and, at the root of them, desire. Mara did want her, on some level at the very least.
Without sensible reasoning, Farah rushed back over the rooftop, hurriedly knelt down beside Mara, and cupped the other woman’s face ever so gently in her hands. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I believe that we both misinterpreted the situation. Let me see if I am right.”
With that, the hero leaned in and kissed her enemy.
Mara had quickly wiped away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks when she had heard somebody coming back up the latter she barely had time to turn towards whoever was coming at her before she was grabbed by the face.
She gasped but we she saw who had her, she felt nauseous and yet again she was confused, was this her new hobby? Confusing her? Mara's eye brows knitted together as the hero looked at her while she was vulnerable, it angered her, but before she could say anything Farah was kissing her.
The world felt as if it didn't exist, it had faded away. There was a slight twinge of fear but that faded away eventually too. Mara had let her guard down fully now, her hand moving to farah's chin and tilting the girls head up jus slightly enough for her to deepen the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed. Her heart had been beating a mile a minute but it didn't matter she didn't care, for once in her life she was doing something that didn't feel wrong, she wasn't hurting anyone or herself.
Farah’s heart broke as she took in the tear tracks on Mara’s cheeks. She absently stroked her thumb across her soft skin to wipe them away. Though a wave of nausea and stronger confusion overcame her, Farah knew that what she was doing and what she felt were important and true.
As Farah kissed Mara, she was hesitant and gentle. If Mara didn’t want this, she could pull away any time. But… if she did want this… that meant—
The woman’s touch on her chin to deepen the kiss made Farah weak. But she had her answer. So, putting it all on the line, she accepted the motion Mara offered and moved her lips a bit more over Mara’s. The passion was building in Farah, but before she could act on it any longer, she broke away, gasping for breath. Her lungs were burning with desperation, and she gazed at Mara with softened brown eyes.
“Yes,” Farah murmured, a small knowing smile on her lips. “I do believe I was right.”
Mara could barely control her thoughts, they were almost sinful, it made her blush she had never thought of anyone like this before.
When farah pulled away Mara did as well, her face was red and her eyes were bring purple and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.
"I- um…. You- shit." Mara fell back and cupped her face with her hands before bringing her hands up and running her fingers along her scalp avoiding eye contact with Farah.
Her eyes were still glowing they were almost pulsating "you read my thoughts- that's why you came back, isn't it?" She almost sounded embarrassed like a teenager who had just asked out their crush and was rejected.
"Farah…" She could barely hold together a sentence she kept tripping over her words and stuttering, she groaned realizing that she really was just making this worse than what it was.
She looked up at Farah her eyes digging into the other girls like daggers, "I'm completely making a fool out of myself aren't I?" She asked with and awkward smile as she rubbed that back of her neck.
She definitely looked like this was her first kiss, it didn't take a genius to tell, she was sweating and her breathing made her sound like she just got finished running a marathon, her heart doing the same.
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