He sends them roses every day—red roses for Lance, whose fiery temper can always ignite his long-lost passion, though with pain and blood, and white roses for Shiro, whose gentleness and sadness are incardinated in his snow-white hair and complexion, his caressing and moaning.
Those roses, grown in quintessence, will never wither away. Their petals will forever be fresh and full of life energy, like the new Galra Empire that he built after devastating civil wars. He was once the leader of Voltron paladins, the head of the Blade of Marmora, the elected president of the Galra Republic, and eventually, he became the “First Consul” of a new empire, promising an eternal peace to all the galactic residents who were weary of power struggles. The eternal peace calls for a strong leader, a person that can never be corrupted. Keith, they chant the name of the paladin that they used to admire so much.
Keith, this name is gradually being replaced by “Mr. Consul,” a title without colors or temperature. Mr. Consul, people bow to him, like taking bow to a monument of this young empire, a monument made of ivory and marble. In the black-and-gold gown, his innate beauty cannot be touched by Time, and it seems that he has been forgotten in the creases of time. He is always the young man who chased after the ones he loved across the entire universe, always.
The stronger that the new empire grows, the lonelier that Mr. Consul feels deep inside his heart. The unchallenged power as a crown of thorns on his forehead makes him bleed, yet none of his subjects can see the blood running down his cheeks. Like floating in the void, he is waddling at the edge of insanity. As his identity as “Keith” is fading, he desires for someone calling his name again.
Keith. Murmuring this name, Lance spits out blood, biting his own lips. When he was taken from his small farm to this place, he fought fiercely against his ex-lover, and admittedly, it was difficult to tame an Altean, especially a heart-broken one. But now he just stares into the black eyes of Mr. Consul, muttering some words that hardly make any sense.
Keith, he whispers.
I am here. Mr. Consul responds, softly.
Yet another voice that he craves for is lost in a long and loud silence. Having been “inactivated” for hundreds of deca-phoebs, Shiro lies in white roses, as if he was in a deep sleep. With the human body that does not stand a chance to resist the erosion of time, he would have been kissed by sweet Death if he was not transformed into a cyborg. In those experiments as painful as sex, he trembled and let out almost inaudible moans, holding the hand of his student and his lover. But he refused to look into the eyes of Keith, not even once. When his body was completely modified by cyborg technologies, this project was halted by Mr. Consul and all the scientists involved were driven away. Thus no one knows what happens in that room, where thousands of white roses and the body lying within sing a silent melody.
Every day, he sends them roses, as red as their blood, and as white as their pale lips.
Voltron Season 8 is a huge disappointment to the whole fandom—I know, I really know how it feels as a Klance and Sheith fan. The endgames of Lance and Shiro are ridiculous, as many fans have pointed out before. But I would say the endgame of Keith is kind of weird too. He looks like a politician, who is launching his campaigns for regional and national elections. “Maybe he will become the president of Galra Republic.” One of my friends joked it.
So, it is how this story came out. What if Keith became the president, or even the dictator of a new empire? You can see this story as happening in a parallel universe, where Keith is a dictator “rotting to the core,” and has an obsession about his ex-lovers, whose blood becomes a noose for him. Sorry for the possible uncomfortableness that it may cause, but I think even an evil Keith of a parallel universe is better than the ending of Season 8.
PS: The quotes are from this song “Black Black Heart”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqWYRil4aDQ
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