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who: clark kent, lois lane, kara danvers, jon kent + guests
what: the superfamily moves into a supermansion (okay, it's more of a cottage).
when: the move is early to mid-may, guests may come by for the latter half of the month.
where: the supercottage.
warnings: family shenanigans?

[ clark has found a house for his family. kara and jon have bedrooms upstairs, on the ground floor there's a kitchen, a living/dining room and lois' bedroom/study. there's a basement that will eventually feature a pool table or similar but for now is pretty empty.

supers, feel free to write your own starters for moving shenanigans, domestic things, getting used to living together, having guests over, etc. ]

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i. just like a painted sky
( Typically, she isn't one to like being cooped up inside, even when it's raining or snowing. When it's sunny like it is today, there's no excuse whatsoever to stay in. She takes some art supplies she's bought outside, an easel, canvas, some paints and a jar of clean water. Setting herself up in the grass, she glances from the quaint, comfortable image the house makes all on its own, to her canvas and back again.

A few strokes of her brush, and a rough outline begins to take shape. It doesn't take long for the canvas to reflect the house itself, though getting the right shade for the building is a bit of a challenge.

Kara cleans her brush by stirring it in the now dark, dirty water in the jar, and tilts her head, stepping back. )

A little more white, maybe? Or blue? ( She'd heard whoever had come up behind her a while back, and had been too focused to acknowledge them until now. ) I can't decide.

ii. blanket forts r us
( Staying in isn't nearly so bad when you have company, though! Kara grins over at her companion now, as she huddles beneath an afghan not all that unlike one she'd had at home, and holds up the remote. )

Ready? Oh, wait! I forgot snacks.

( The horror! ) What do you feel like having? This is The Princess Bride. I'm personally going to want popcorn.

iii. wildcard
( Leave your own prompt or PM me and I'll write one. ♥ )

[She invited him to visit and view the new home, but it had felt like an intrusion for Jon. For several days he had put off paying his respects, distracted by his work around the perimeter and also trying to get acclimated to this entirely different world.

After awhile, his hesitation seemed ridiculous and his excuse became small. Kara had been kind to him and he wouldn't mind seeing her again or the place that she had moved to. Without Ghost, there was no one to make the walk with, so he set off alone.

When he approached her home, he spied her outside painting. He waited a moment, watching her image bloom to life, colorful and bright as she was. He hated to disturb her, but a part of him wanted a better look.]

That's very good.

( Her cheeks flush a little as soon as her sensitive hearing picks up the sound of his heartbeat. It's silly, but she can't help it much. At least she has some time to regain her composure before she turns around to smile at him, a warm, sunny expression on her face. )

Hey! I wasn't sure if you'd come. It's good to see you. How are you doing?

( Any composure she'd had almost flees from her when he compliments her work. Kara takes in a deep breath, and glances back at the painting, brows furrowing again. )

Thank you. Though the colour of the house still isn't a match.

[She was always so cheerful, something he rarely saw in his life, save from Sam. Being around someone like that was pleasant and genuinely nice. There was so little warmth in his world that he found himself drawn to those that could compensate.]

I'm well enough. You seem to be at home.

[He couldn't really see the difference in the colors, but took her word for it.]

What will you do with the painting?

( Her smile fades a little, turning somewhat wistful as she maintains eye contact. )

As much as I can be. I miss my adoptive mother and sister, though. How are you liking your apartment?

( Oh, Jon. The way he ignores that question makes her grin again, and she rolls her shoulders in a slight shrug. )

Give it to my cousin and he might hang it up, I guess. Back in National City, I paint constantly.

( Her head tilts, as curiosity overtakes her. )

Do you have any hobbies like that?

It's quiet. [Which was the highest compliment he could give.] If I have to stay here, I at least have my own room.

[No more barracks.]

You're very talented. I don't know anyone with this skill.

[It was the first time he had seen anything so vivid and colorful. There were artists, but they were a thing for southron lords.]

No. I hunted with my brothers, but nothing like this.

Is it a good or bad sort of quiet? ( She's still deciding that, herself. There's something about being right in the thick of things in a big city. ) Sounds like you didn't before. That stopped being fun when I was fourteen, personally. Eliza converted a craft room into a bedroom for me.

( The flush is back, lending a bit of a pink glow in the apple of her cheeks. )

Thank you! Did you want one, too? Whatever scenery you want. I'm telling you, I was almost tempted to join the Art Guild.

( But it probably would have been Science, like her father. Those trips with him were the best part of her childhood. )

You should try some things then, and see how you like them. My cousin happens to be the best cook ever, for instance. The arts are more my thing.

( Dancing and singing, too. And photography. Her features lighten now, as she's struck with sudden inspiration, mixing white and green and blue globs of paint on the palette until the same pale aqua hue of the house's siding is achieved. Kara fills it in, and then leans back, grinning. )

This is gonna need to dry. Want to watch a movie or something for a while? You came, so we might as well hang out.

I like the quiet. [He could be left to his own thoughts.] No. There were a number of recruits in one bunker.

[Men he knew hated him.]

I... [He considers that, thinking of the one place he might want to see again.] I would. I don't have the coin for it, not yet.

I'm not sure how much of a cook I would make. The food at the Wall isn't considered edible to visitors.

[He stares at her in confusion.]

A movie?

[He doesn't usually call on the houses of other people, but after speaking to Clark the other day, he has decided that he owes Kara an apology. He looks incredibly wary as he pads silently up to the front door and knocks, all his instincts telling him that this is a terrible idea and he should run away.

The moment she opens the door, he blurts his intentions out bluntly.]

Turns out you don't want to hurt him. Sorry.

[And then he turns as if to leave, like that could be the end of it.]

( First of all, he's the last person she'd expected to show up looking for her of all people. There's no mistake, though, he's definitely not here for Kal or Jon or Lois. What he says to her is also not at all what she might have thought he would, and so she's left frozen there for a long moment, blinking owlishly.

But then it processes rapidly in her mind as he moves to turn away, and she steps forward out into the sunlight to follow. )

Hey! You don't have to go. ( If he turns to look at her, he'll find her expression sheepish. She adjusts her glasses, and shakes her head. ) I was a bit of a jerk, too. Sorry about that.

( For Rao's sake, is it possible that she's just found someone more socially awkward than she is? She smiles a little, and gestures toward the house. )

Did you want to come in? I don't know if my cousin's given you the tour or not. He's pretty proud of the garden.

[He wants to go.

He should go.

But he doesn't. He stops and turns to look at her again, discomfort fairly easily read in the way he hunkers down into his hoodie despite the warmth of the day. Not that he can go in short sleeves, not if he wants to keep his arm hidden.]

Yeah, he said.

[Well, this is already awkward.]

He wanted me to come and help him out with it, but I don't think that's the best idea.

( But he doesn't, and after what he's just said, part of her is glad that he stays. )

Ahhh I see.

( She brushes a strand of hair back behind an ear. )

I'd wondered when he'd try to rope his friends into it, because I sure don't have a green thumb.

Are you and I in the same boat, there?

[That's not why it's a bad idea. He's a dangerous man, and he's already managed to offend at least two members of the household. But he doesn't say as much, he just shrugs.]

Don't think I'd know a weed from a flower.

[That's true enough, at least. Gardening wasn't on the list of skills the Soldier ever had to know.]

I won't be coming around here again, just wanted to apologise.

Well—honestly, neither do I. I'm sure he could teach us both a thing or two.

( Offended, past tense. Kara can get angry easily and hold a grudge, true enough. But she isn't in this case.

She frowns, brows furrowing. )

That's silly. I mean I appreciate the apology and accept it, but it's not like you're unwelcome here. Kal would agree with me.

I don't mind. Are you—is everything okay?

[It's strange to hear him called Kal so openly when he had been told all of that was a secret, but he supposes it's different for her.]

You can't listen to me and know?

[It's a slightly wry question. He knows that she probably means in a less literal sense than just the physical, but he's dodging it. Besides, he wants to know if she can do the same creepy listening thing that Clark can do, where he hears inside Bucky's body.]

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