Blue eyed girl

I hurt my wrist so I am resting it and a little behind this week. One of my many backup drawings and snippets. The exclusive post will be delayed, but I hope to get it up this week still. Cheers! 

Snippets from Fortune, Fate and Firearms:
Catra couldn’t seem to get her old flame out of her mind since her return to the south so when her eyes landed on a tall blonde dressed up all pretty her brain filled in the missing pieces of Adora the woman lacked. The blonde was easily taller than some of the men at the party and dressed in a lovely delicate dark blue dress. Her hair was done up with jewels, with soft curls around her shoulders. She didn’t have any makeup on, or at least it wasn’t caked on, she really didn’t need it. She looked just like a princess.

Scorpia must have noticed Catra’s attention had been captured and looked where Catra was looking.

“Remember why we are here, boss,” Scorpia said, watching Catra closely.

“I remember Scorpia, and the host is over there. Mingle, we won’t be here long” Catra said with a smirk and Scorpia sighed before turning to do as she was told.

Catra swiped a drink from a tray and headed towards Adam Greyskull, the poor man who lost his cattle because of the Horde’s incompetence. It had taken many years for Catra to learn to say she was sorry but apologising for someone else’s mistake was much more like lying. She could say she was sorry, but it wasn’t her mistake. It was all just an act.

Luckily for Catra, the beautiful blonde was standing at the blonde man’s side. She wasn’t entirely sure if the blondes were a pair but as she approached their features seemed too similar to be anything other than siblings. Not that seducing a beautiful wife for the night was too low for Catra. She didn’t have to deal with the aftermath and was able to provide a lonely woman the best rendezvous of her life. Win, win.

Mister Grayskull noticed Catra first and smiled at her. His smile was unguarded and relaxed. Catra took her hat off her head, flicking her ears as they became free. She put the hat to her chest as she bowed her head politely to the master of the house.

“Mr Grayskull, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” she said with relaxed charm. Had Catra not been a hybrid, she might have missed the soft gasp the woman made as her eyes landed on Catra. The princess didn’t even try to hide her gaze as she looked Catra up and down slowly with wide eyes.

Catra would have preened under the attention if she wasn’t working. She focused on the slightly shorter blond as he smiled.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss D'riluth” Mr Grayskull said as he bowed his head respectfully in return.

“You have my deepest apologies for the mistake with your cattle, those responsible have been dealt with,” Catra said firmly, letting the last two words drip off her tongue. She let them think whatever they wanted about the punishment. The man nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. Enough business, have you met my sister?” He asked motioning to the blonde beside him, and Catra looked up at her with interest.

The blonde woman seemed unprepared for this introduction and her eyes snapped to her brother as she made a soft sound of distress. Mr Grayskull frowned at her before turning back to Catra’s raised eyebrow.

“Miss D'riluth, my sister, Miss Grayskull,” Mr Grayskull said and Catra watched the blonde relax slightly. Catra watched the woman fluster slightly before offering her hand for a masculine handshake. Catra raised an eyebrow further but took her hand, more than a little intrigued why a woman of her standing would use an overtly masculine greeting. Catra tilted the blonde’s hand and placed a kiss on the back as she looked up into her blue eyes. Catra didn’t hold back the desire in her eyes as she held the blonde’s gaze. It flustered her further, raising a blush from her shoulders up to her ears.

Catra stood straight, delighted with her good fortune to find a spitting image of her late best friend to seduce. She would barely need to pretend if she could convince the woman into bed with her. Though the bed was optional.

“Mr Grayskull, may I have a word?” An elderly man asked as he stepped up beside ‘Adam’ and the blond nodded.

“Of course,” he said looking at his sister curiously. “Will you be alright for a moment?” he asked and Catra was sure she heard a soft snort from the woman.

“I’ll be fine, Adam,” she said dismissively, and Adam nodded before he moved away with the elderly man to discuss matters. The woman looked back at Catra and seemed to rethink just how fine she was. 

She seemed nervous but Catra could work with that.

Catra thought for a moment, considering her strategy, and smiled charmingly. It caused a colour to come to the woman’s face.

“Would you like to dance princess?” Catra asked curiously as she offered her hand. The woman looked surprised before she raised an eyebrow in an expression that made Catra’s chest ache. Perhaps the resemblance to Adora was too close to be soothing.

“Princess?” She asked, despite her dress, it was obvious when she cocked her hip and crossed her arms under her ample chest. Catra was momentarily distracted by the swells under the fabric and low-cut neckline. When Catra got a hold of herself long enough to look back into those sky-blue eyes she could see the blush on the woman’s cheeks.

“You look positively royal,” Catra purred, and the fluster moved further down the woman’s neck.