#sighs deeply at the way alex looks softly at kara #that the red she wears isn’t the color of the blood on her hands #it’s a red of comfort #of home #it’s the red of the brick wall in kara’s apartment because alex is her home #and then as if that’s not enough #the scene is cut with the green bottles #green like the color of kryptonite #because they are each other’s weaknesses ( @theriacs )
#this is a very serious post but I’m distracted by laughing #over the wtf hand gesture Alex makes when Kara doesn’t get her a drink too #it’s sUCH A SIBLING MOVE ( @youreagoodliar )
Sometimes Kara wishes there would be paperwork. She’s not exactly an employee of the DEO, but she still had to fill out documents when she started her collaboration with the agency, and again when Mon-El announced to the world that they were dating. There’s never any paperwork for this however, never any paperwork for the harm she inflicts on other aliens.
Alex has paperwork. She has a single sheet with “Incident Report” stamped across the top for when she kills an alien, but that’s the same document she would have to use if she ever lost her badge or misplaced her gun. Kara thinks she should at least be glad the paper is double sided, but when she’s seen the more hefty pile an agent has to fill out after killing a human, clinging to that second side feels almost taunting.
Still, Kara wishes she had something to mark the occasion, even if it was only a single, limp piece of paper. She would fill in her answers by hand rather than use a computerized form, focusing of the weight of the pen, watching as the ink dried and made it all official.
That she had killed.
That because of her, someone else was no longer alive.
Question of Smoke 