#potstickerparagon ┋ 001

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‣ @potstickerparagon​  ✨  kara zor el (cont. from here)

“I understand,” and Kara did, to some extent. Now that she was older she could see why Clark had left her with the Danvers--- that’s not to say she didn’t still resent the fact a little. But now she was an adult, a HERO in her own right. She was currently sat in the Fortress of Solitude with Clark, attempting to teach him Kryptonian.

“The language is kind of daunting. But what’s really important is that you learn, you know? I don’t want the language to die out when I.... you know.”

“I’m trying,” Clark insisted, feeling extremely guilty over the fact that he hadn’t managed to grasp the language yet. A small part of him felt inadequate, as if he was letting down his whole species by not being able to immediately pick up his mother tongue. There was something in his brain that kept on rejecting the Kryptonian words; had he lost his roots completely? Kara’s voiced worry pulled him out of his head and back into the present. Another small wave of guilt as he reached for his cousin’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise that the language will live on past us, you have my word.” Unable to continue with such a morbid train of thought, he decided to try and lighten up the mood. “Now, how do you say ‘I want a donut’ in Kryptonian? I’ve got to learn the essentials.”