ACROSS THE GALAXIES

Lance McClain Blue paladin extraordinaire Exclusive member of Voltron-RP

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jawblade:

Alright, that response takes Shiro all the more by surprise. It doesn’t seem so out there for him to want to check up on everyone to see how they’re handling the news, and it had been such a simple question, yet Lance is acting like he’s said something completely offensive. This isn’t something worth getting worked up over, so– What is this?

Shiro can only stare, dumbfounded, as Lance practically spits at him, clearly angry. It certainly does nothing for his own mood – he hasn’t done anything to deserve this kind of behaviour, and the fact that he and Keith had been gone for days and unable to contact the castle is not his fault. He’s quietly irritated now, on top of being concerned for Lance since this sort of outburst isn’t very like him, and he’s not about to let the kid just walk away like that’s the end of this conversation.

“Lance.” Shiro’s voice is firm as he reaches out to grab the Blue Paladin solidly by the shoulder and makes to tug him back so they can finish talking. Giving Lance a scrutinizing look, his expression makes it clear that he’s not pleased, but for what it’s worth, he doesn’t look mad. He’s not mad, he’s… a lot of things, exhausted being one of them, but he’s not mad.

“I check in with all of you because I care about you and, as leader of the team, I want to make sure that everyone is okay. And for the record, we couldn’t give you any news because there was interference – we couldn’t get any radio signals out of the base.” Tone still somewhat terse, he narrows his eyes at Lance and tries to meet his gaze. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”

Lance begrudgingly allows himself to be turned by Shiro to stay, not that he’d really have much of a choice in the matter with the differences in their strength. Doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it though, particularly not with the look he can feel from the Black Paladin. Tonight was going to require one of those face masks he had been saving in order to restore his skin from all the stress induced damage.

“Uhhuh, of course you do.” His tone does nothing to dissuade, Lance never meant for it to have that effect the second he opened his mouth and words slipped past without thinking. As usual, some might say. “No, really, I get it!” Lance shrugs Shiro’s hand off his shoulder without so much as glancing at the hand resting there. 

“It’s not like if you had considered someone else for the mission the whole base wouldn’t have blown up or anything. He’s the Red Paladin, you know, rash and what not. Hot. I don’t know what you would’ve expected for a diplomatic mission, but you didn’t even hesitate when you chose him.” Despite adoring his boyfriend (?)/friend/whatever in the Hell they were, the reminder of how much better he was, how much better Shiro was, never failed to hurt just as much as it had the first time. 

“I’m not saying I was the best choice, though I mean, who wouldn’t love this face.” Not to mention he did free Hunk and himself from a whole kingdom of  brainwashed mermaids. He pauses to gesture to himself with a forced smirk in a small attempt to lighten the heavy mood he’s brought upon them. 

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jawblade replied to your photoset: Happy Valentine’s Day, space nerds.

okay, but grounded for sending inappropriate valentines to keith and excessive dabbing.

excessive dabbing isn’t a thing dad

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Happy Valentine’s Day, space nerds.

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jawblade:

Lance revealing that Keith has, in fact, shared the news with him actually manages to surprise Shiro. He’d expected it would be the first thing to be brought up, no matter how excited the Blue Paladin was over holding Keith’s hands. His surprise does flicker across his expression briefly, mostly caused by the casual way Lance talks about ‘the Galra thing’.

…There’s something off about the way Lance expresses himself, though. He looks unimpressed, maybe annoyed, or… almost defensive. It comes clear that it’s definitely the last one when the younger paladin continues, and again, the words startle Shiro. This time more than before, honestly. Lance seems almost mad. Surely he should know that that’s not what Shiro was implying at all, and yet… here he is, asking like he’s offended.

“What? No, that’s not why I’m asking.” Shiro replies quickly, wanting to get that idea out of Lance’s head. He’s been sure from the start that Lance, along with Pidge and Hunk, would be accepting and see it doesn’t change who Keith is. “I didn’t think you’d have a problem with it, but it is big news. It’s something that’ll take a while to sink in. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

It was big news, sure. But it wasn’t enough to change Lance’s view of Keith, and he knew the same would go for the rest of his crew. They were still young but constantly putting ones life on the line kind of made one grow up a little faster.  He thought Shiro would understand that. Besides, they didn’t have the same personal grudge against the Galra race that Allura did. If anything, Shiro should  be checking on her.

“Uh-huh, right.” Lance narrows his eyes towards Shiro though he doesn't look away. "Well, Keith and I are very happy regardless of his heritage." A small indignant sniff as he lifts his shoulders in a slight shrug.  “If you’re so worried about it, why don’t you go talk to him about it?”

“I don’t know why you even bother checking in with the rest of us at this point. You’re not our dad. All we’ve done these past few days is wait here, with NO news from any of you, so yeah, we’re fine.” His tone is biting, and he knows Shiro doesn’t deserve this underlying anger. “Go dad around Keith or something, like usual.” He grumbles despite himself, fingers digging into the muscle of his arm as he turns away to leave.

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME :   Lance Mateo McClain NICKNAME :   Sir Lancelot ;D  AGE :  19 BIRTHDAY :   June 7th ETHNIC  GROUP :  Cuban NATIONALITY :   Cuban-American LANGUAGE / S : English, Spanish SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  pansexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  biromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   taken?? probably?? HOME  TOWN / AREA :  Cardenas, Cuba CURRENT  HOME :   Castle of Lions PROFESSION :  Blue Paladin, seventh wheel

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Dark brown that used to be cropped close above his ears, forehead, and neatly trimmed in the back, though now growing out to almost Keith levels of embarrassing EYES :  Blue (like our planet from far far away) FACE :  Chin could cut bread it’s so sharp LIPS :   Thin but always well moisturized and exfoliated each night with a homemade scrub he’s concocted using elements from various planets they’ve visited. The mask doesn’t look pretty, but he sure looks pretty afterwards. COMPLEXION :  A deep tan that persists despite no natural sunlight on the castle to facilitate proper absorption of Vitamin D, constantly clear skin is due to the same mask components he uses on his lips-- applied each night for maximum benefits. BLEMISHES :  Light acne scarring on his chin from when he was young and foolish SCARS : A series of light nicks littering his back that pale in comparison to his deeper complextion, recieved from crystal shrapnel when protecting Coran in the control room. Starburst scar on his abdomen from being shot straight through. Various other scratches from paladin duty, but nothing severe. TATTOOS :  N/A HEIGHT :   5′11″ WEIGHT :   138 lbs. BUILD :  Tall and lanky for his age, he has a swimmer’s build and impressive lean muscle in his arms and legs though not particularly defined FEATURES :  Cute AF. ALLERGIES :   Bees USUAL  HAIR  STYLE : Combed down after ridiculous bedhead  USUAL  FACE  LOOK :   Better than Keith USUAL  CLOTHING :  The over sized olive military jacket he had grabbed when going out the night before rescuing/stealing Shiro from the garrison, blue and grey baseball tee, jeans, and his favorite pair of sneakers

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :   Never returning to Earth, losing his friends and makeshift family, being useless and in extension, a burden to Voltron, returning to the healing pods/being cryogenically frozen again ASPIRATION / S :   Return home, make it out alive, feel like an asset to the team, collect some cool space rocks to show his siblings POSITIVE  TRAITS :   Outgoing | Compassionate | Adaptable NEGATIVE  TRAITS :   Insecure | Self-sacrificing | Argumentative MBTI :   Campaigner (ENFP-T) ZODIAC :   Gemini TEMPEREMENT :   Sanguine SOUL  TYPE / S :   Performer ANIMALS :   swan VICE  HABIT / S :   Biting his nails, picking at his nails, running his hands through his hair repeatedly  FAITH :  Lapsed Catholic GHOSTS ? :  There are aliens, why the hell not ghosts? AFTERLIFE ? :   His Abuela is definitely in heaven REINCARNATION ? :   doesn’t believe ALIENS ? :   He’d be pretty stupid to say 'no’ to this one POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  Pro Defenders of the Universe EDUCATION  LEVEL :    Close to graduating from Galaxy Garrison, though a lower class ranking overall in the fighter class program due to his piloting skills (or lack thereof when it came to simulations. Good thing this isn’t a simulation.)

FAMILY.

FATHER :    Lance inherited his eyes from his father.. An office worker that would come home from work and swing Lance and his siblings around in a big hug. Deceased after a car accident on his way home from work.  MOTHER :    Xiomara, a robust Cuban woman with a warm smile and warmer heart. A struggling single mother that wants the best for all of her kids, even if that means nagging on them to do their best when they just want to lay there (*cough*Lance*cough*). Nothing will ever beat her hugs or her homemade meals. SIBLINGS :   Christina, older sister. Michael, older brother. Samuel, younger step-brother. Rosa, younger step-sister. EXTENDED  FAMILY :   Jane, niece. Rogelio, grandfather. NAME  MEANING / S :    Lance; exactly what it sounds like. A lance. Mateo; Gift of God. McClain; son of Saint John. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   n/a.

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan MOVIE :   Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) and Pacific Rim (2013) (He’s kind of living the mech dream right now) 5  SONGS : Whistle by Flo Rida, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen, Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At the Disco, Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds, Unsteady by X Ambassadors DEITY :   None HOLIDAY :   Christmas MONTH :   July SEASON :   Summer PLACE :    Veradero beach, Cuba. Too many late night bonfires and swimming under the stars with friends and family for it not to have a special place in his heart. WEATHER :   Warm, sunny, not a cloud in the sky.  SOUND :   Waves crashing against the shore during a storm SCENT / S :   Fresh pizza, his mom’s floral perfume, the castle shampoo TASTE / S :    Sea salt on his lips, key lime pie, chocolate chip cookies FEEL / S :   Cool air just before a storm that has a charge running across his skin, a soft blanket wrapped around his shoulders, Keith’s hand in his  ANIMAL / S :    dolphins NUMBER :  35, his two lucky numbers-- 3 and 5 combined. It’s extra lucky. COLORS :   Light blue like the sky on a clear day, pastel yellow like his baby blanket back home

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  Being better than Keith, Adapting plans to fit new circumstances, quick wit, charming, observant, a good shot and steady hand, being expendable BAD  AT :  Realizing his importance, Losing, piloting in a simulation TURN  ONS :   Biting, scratching, praise, hair pulling TURN  OFFS :   Humiliation HOBBIES :    Doodling on paper scraps, helping Coran with castle upkeep, tapping out music while bothering Hunk or Pidge, staring at Keith QUOTES :     “You know why they call me the tailor? Because of how I... Thread the needle.” ... “I don’t need pants, I’m a mermaid.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 :   While I’m quite sure Lance would love to have his own James Bond-esque thriller where he gets the girl, I’d rather have him in a coming of age story where he learns to grow into himself and his insecurities. As well as maybe, instead of getting the girl, he gets the guy. Wink wink.  Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?           A2 :   Some soothing instrumental with cool drum solos Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 :   I’m used to writing ‘mom’ characters (see: Starfire (DC), Mitsuru (Persona4), a handful of others) but wanted to try something else out when I saw Morgan and Grey’s characterization. I wanted to introduce my own portrayal of Lance since I loved him so much. Although Keith used to be my favorite character, Lance has quickly wormed his way to first place. Lance is also the most relateable character for me. Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 :   His puns and overall dorkiness, as well as fandom represented adoration for a certain mullet. Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 :   the thought of disliking anything about Lance is horrifying. though in canon, the way they treat him like he’s stupid when he’s SO smart and deserves so much more Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 :   We can both be self-sacrificing, dorks, and if there is ever a chance to use a bad joke or pun I am on it. Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 :  "Why are you like this” @ me  Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 :    Everyone. Seriously, each thread has been great. @hologramandahardplace hmu sometime though Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :   Talking about AUs or headcanons, primarily. Or looking at gorgeous fanart. That helps too. Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?           A10 :    TOO LONG. 4 hours?? Give or take?

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Oops, seems that I fell into lancelot hell……. what a shame……..

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redrightarm:

The heavy weight of anxiety he’d carried with him all this way now diminishes, allowing Keith the opportunity to relax. It’s visible when he does so, shoulders hunching some as he no longer puts effort into keeping himself held high. A breathless laugh falls from his lips when Lance goes on to do something so endearing as kiss the back of his hand. —And then becomes a REAL laugh at the compliment. However, both actions have his cheeks warming, and—yeah. He won’t resist.

When Lance hooks his arm around his shoulder, he takes the invitation to lean against him, but is careful not to put all his weight onto him.

“Well,” he starts, making a face. “I guess I kind of… pieced it together a while ago, but I didn’t want to believe it, you know? Having it confirmed kind of sucks, but it’s not something I didn’t consider.               —I’m just glad YOU’RE taking it as well as you are.”

“Well, obviously they’re not all bad.” A quick wink while angling them towards the med bay. He wasn’t personally a fan of the healing pods, but if he couldn’t find a basic first aid kit it would have to do. Not to mention if Keith was in a pod it would be even longer until he’d get a chance to speak with him again. Talking to someone who’s in a cryogenic healing freeze just wasn’t quite the same, y’know. 

If Lance wasn’t supporting Keith’s weight he’d have shrugged at the last comment, tilting his head far enough to knock it lightly against Keith’s. He doesn’t answer right away, as his first reaction was obviously okay with it-- nothing changed that. But a few more moments to think on it did give way to the fact it was pretty damn weird.

One of Keith’s parents was a furry.

Did that make him like, half-furry? 

Huh.

“I mean, you don’t look different, and unless you got a personality implant in there too-- I dunno what they’re capable of --you’re still you.” A quiet sigh and offering a small smile to Keith. “You’re still my teammate and the dork I kissed up on the hill.”

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jawblade:

Glad to hear that Keith’s already been to see Lance, Shiro finds himself drawn up short when Lance goes on. Almost any other time, he’d be happy to see the dorky grin that’s spread across the Blue Paladin’s face, to hear him gushing about Keith in a way that clearly conveys his infatuation. It’s the kind of thing that Shiro wants his little brother to have, and something he wants Lance, who’s practically become just another younger sibling, to have as well. He wants them to get to be all giddy and grossly cute about how much they like each other.

     But this isn’t exactly the time for that sort of thing.

                                         It’s actually very much not the time for it.

Eyebrows raising with Lance’s words, Shiro simply stares at him for a tick or two, confusion clearly marking his expression. Okay, they’d held hands, that’s good, but not the information he’s looking for. Not really the imperative part of the conversation between the two that he’s asking about.

“…Did he say anything important?” He tries again, effectively skipping over everything that Lance has said without so much as a comment about it. Maybe it’s rude, maybe it’s not the reaction that Lance is anticipating, but he’s not worried about how great it was to hold Keith’s hand, he’s worried about Keith and about how the rest of the team feels about the huge revelation they’ve all been handed.

Except, seeing how it’s not what Lance goes to mentioning immediately, it seems as though Keith may very well have frightened himself out of saying anything. If that’s the case, he’ll have to go find Keith and talk to him again… This is something that’s best to not keep quiet about.

Lance blatantly rolls his eyes. Shiro, always the dad. He may not have been as disappointed as he was when they first left, but there was no ignoring the sick taste in Lance’s mouth as Shiro presses him for information about Keith. 

It’s not like it was his business anyway.

“The Galra thing? Yeah, so what?” Lance crosses his arm over his chest, not necessarily as a defensive reaction to the question but it may as well have been with the raised brow and tight lipped smile. If Keith hadn’t gone, there was a chance he never would’ve found out about his heritage, so of course Lance is happy he went. 

Is he happy Shiro still chose Keith over him even without that information?

Oh Hell no.

"It doesn’t change who he is, here.” Gesturing to over his chest where his heart is. “Look, if you think I have a problem with it and that’s why you’re asking, I don’t think you know me very well at all, Shiro.” 

[lanceskogane]

Paladin hotshot (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Giving Keith time to talk with everyone individually, or however he wanted to handle it, has been one of Shiro’s top priorities since the two of them had returned from the Blade of Marmora’s base. He’s kept quiet on the issue for a handful of hours now, long enough that the next priority rises – checking in on how the others are handling the news. Just as he’d told Keith on the flight back, he believes that the other paladins, at the very least, won’t change their opinion of him and won’t be too bothered once the initial shock has passed, but… it’s best to take the time to see if he’s right about that or not. The last thing they need right now is any sort of discourse between teammates.

Of the other three, Lance is the first that he wants to speak with. He’s the one with a bit more to process than Pidge or Hunk, given the nature of his relationship with Keith. It’s definitely romantic, though whether they’re considering themselves boyfriends or not isn’t something Shiro’s sure of – he hasn’t been kept that in the loop about things there. Whatever the case is, he wants to see how the Blue Paladin is handling things. It’s not exactly every day you learn the person you like is half alien.

“Lance,” he calls upon spotting the paladin in question, hoping to catch his attention as he steps into the corridor. Expression set into something serious, though nothing grim, Shiro makes his approach, eyes searching Lance for some sign of whether Keith has found him or not. He assumes that Lance was one of the first stops made, but for all he can really be sure, Keith may have psyched himself out and not spoken with anyone yet.

The news of Keith being part Galra isn’t his to share with anyone, so he’s going to be careful about what he says until he knows for sure what’s up.

“Have you talked to Keith since we got back?”

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Lance had been pretty occupied with the buttons on his jacket, killing time before they had their mission briefing by making his way to the kitchen. All the buildup between waiting for the path to reopen and having Keith and Shiro return after the scare with Red, well, it really built up ones appetite.

Not to mention the time it left to think about everything that had happened lately. Perhaps not the best time for introspection when it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He almost jumps when he hears Shiro call his name, turning on his heel to look for him and half expecting to be told that Zarkon’s fleet had arrived once more despite their precautions. Instead he’s being asked about Keith and he can’t keep the growing smile off his face even if he made an inkling of effort to try and keep it at bay.

“Yeah, we got to talk for a little bit.” Lance reaches up to run a hand through his hair, noticeably longer than when they had started this whole thing. Even just the mention of Keith has his heart racing and he’s never been very good at fighting off the familiar flush of heat to his cheeks. “I got to hold his hand for a little, it was pretty great. Even through the suit, which is a whole ‘nother thing oh man, I could tell his hands were nice. Too bad he wears the gloves all the time.” 

“...Though, that’s kind of, like, really hot too.”

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redrightarm:

In the moments where there’s no response, Keith starts to panic. He’s afraid that maybe he shouldn’t have been so blunt, maybe should’ve waited to tell Lance, maybe—

but then he’s getting a reply, and it has relief overtaking his expression. Not only is Lance not making a big deal out of it, but he’s comparing him to Ulaz ( who, in Keith’s opinion, is not only a great Galra, but a great being overall. The guy saved his BROTHER, Keith sort of owes him everything ).

And then he’s being a considerate jerk, and to hide the slight tremble of his lower lip, Keith face-plants against Lance’s shoulder. …It’s also because it’s taking a lot out of him to stand on his own.

“I’ll be fine.” Too bad he’s too stubborn to ask for help over this.

While he’d trusted that Lance wouldn’t treat him any differently, he’d been a little worried that the Blue Paladin wouldn’t be able to see him without thinking Galra. Turns out when he looks at him, he just thinks Keith.

That thought spurs his actions, inciting Keith into lifting his hands so he can grab at Lance’s, maneuvering them so he can fit his fingers between Lance’s own. When he speaks up again, it’s barely audible - half because of how quiet his voice is, and half because he’s still got his face against Lance’s shoulder.

                                                                                       “Thank you.”

“I don’t know what’s going through that thick skull of yours but this doesn’t look fine.” Despite his words a smile tugs at his lips, feeling Keith’s hands slip into his. It feels right. Lance hadn’t realized how worried he had been about Keith while he was down there until now, fighting against the telltale sting of tears threatening to betray him and instead offering a reassuring squeeze of their hands. 

Keith was back, and okay yeah, Keith was Galra. Human or alien, Lance was just glad to have him back on the castle. The two days had felt a lot longer without him around. 

“I don’t know what you’re thanking me for, mullet, but I’ll take it.” A soft laugh and bringing one of Keith’s hands up to brush his lips just briefly against the fabric covering his knuckles before letting them fall. “Seriously though, we need to get you patched up. You’re not looking too hot, and that doesn’t happen often. Don’t argue with me on this one.” Apparently even with alien genes accelerated healing wasn’t a Galra thing.

Moving so that he can support Keith better, taking his hand to drape it around his shoulders, wrapping an arm around his waist, and shifting his weight to see what was the best way to help him out, Lance hummed softly before speaking.

“Uh, how... How’re you doing with the news?” His voice is softer than usual, unsure he even has a right to ask what Keith’s thinking about. Though he’s dying to know how Keith even found out in the first place, his physical and mental well being were definitely a priority.

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I can’t believe it’s canon Lance is growing a mullet

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redrightarm:

When Lance asks if Keith really means RIGHT NOW, the latter just sets his jaw and gives a hard look. Yes, they should probably be racing off to speak to Kolivan as soon as possible, but—Keith can’t imagine he’ll be able to do much of anything until he knows Lance’s stance on this whole thing. On HIM. He thinks he has an idea of what Lance hopes for with human Keith, but… who knows if he’ll still feel the same about part-Galra Keith.

His hold relents, then falls away completely once he’s sure Lance isn’t going to leave.

“I don’t know how to—” he starts, stops, rakes a hand through his hair, wincing as it aggravates the injury he took to his shoulder earlier. In their haste to hurry back to the Castle, there’d been no time to address his wounds - he aches all over like he got bowled over by a Velophace ( Coran says they’re big ) and some parts just feel like they’ve shifted in ways they should NOT have shifted.

There hadn’t even been time to change - he’s still wearing the black suit the Marmora gave him, blood he’d spat up dried in specks on the front of it.

“Back, there, we—I…” this isn’t working. Trying to ease into it. Keith’s never been good at that - his signature move has always been to charge right into things, so why stall NOW? Swallowing his nerves, Keith sets his jaw and looks up at the Blue Paladin, traces of distress to be seen in his tense gaze.

                                                           “—I’m part Galra, Lance.”

Lance almost starts towards Keith when he flinches. How he hadn't noticed the state of that suit-- he's not even going to think too much about that suit right now because hoo boy. The blood spattered against the front of the suit wasn't a good sign though. With a creased brow he reaches back towards Keith, knowing he's made it this far with minimal help but Lance can't just stand there.

He doesn't interrupt Keith as he starts, simply resting his hands on Keith's forearms, despite wanting to lace their hands together he maintains keeping a gentle touch. With a raised brow, he almost laughs at how tripped up Keith gets over his words, the usual assurance he's lacking would be almost funny if the conversation didn't feel so tense.

Hearing his next words gives Lance pause, grip tightening just the slightest and eyes wide. This was definitely not where he'd expected this conversation to go. Keith was.. Galra? Obviously they'd had interactions with ones there weren't all that bad-- still terrifyingly huge and purple but they'd seen first hand that not every Galra was the same as Zarkon. Realizing it's been a few moments since Keith had last spoken, Lance clears his throat.

"Oh, okay. So, like, a good Galra though. Like that Ulaz guy that lead us here. I mean, I think he was good. You guys are still alive so that's a good sign. And like, you're still Keith though. It hasn't changed you." Another pause. "The healing pods should still work though, right? We should get you fixed up after all that happened down there." It seemed like a cop out but Lance needed time to think, without Keith standing right there. Not to mention Keith actually looked pretty beat up.

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And then there was Lance. A part of Keith wanted to put it off as long as he could, but the other part was desperate to know how the Blue Paladin would take the news.

Keith found the opportunity to tell him almost immediately after he and Shiro got back, intercepting Lance in the hallway and grabbing him by the elbow to stop him from heading off to meet with the others.

His hold was tight, but shaking, much like his voice when he spoke up;

“—I need to talk to you.” There was fear in his eyes, layered under apprehension and remorse. He wanted to believe that Lance wouldn’t regard him any differently, but there’s still that CHANCE, that possibility that the news will completely ruin their dynamic, ruin whatever they’ve got going for them. Lance surely won’t be able to look at him anymore without thinking about IT—

                                               “Like, now.”

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Lance had gotten over not being picked for the mission, Keith being chosen over him. Again. Really, things weren’t different at the garrison, why would they be now? But two days had given him time to... Well, not be a big hero, that’s for sure. Either way, he was glad to have Keith back safe on the castle after the scare with Red and knowing nothing of what was going on.

Oh, and it was good to have Shiro back too.

Pulled from his thoughts with a startled jump, managing to swallow down a startled yelp while turning to see who had grabbed him. Keith. It’s embarrassing how quickly he stops at the touch, relaxing even just the slightest.

“Right now?” Lance can’t help the small frown creasing his brow as he looks to the hand gripping his elbow. "Doesn’t that galra guy need to talk to-- Oh,” He pauses with a slight shake of his head. He wasn’t going to brush Keith off with that look on his face. Something was obviously off, and Lance knew well enough not to brush off Keith’s concerns.

"Yeah, no problem. Right, uh, here?” Glancing around the empty hall but not about to argue over it. Was it about the kiss? They had hardly talked about it, but he wasn’t going to bring it up now, right? They had bigger things to worry about like making sure they all weren’t vaporized or some other awful end. Despite that, there was no stopping the knot in his stomach, trying to hide the anxiety worming it’s way through his very being behind a tight lipped smile.

There was no basis for that anxiety in the first place, he knew that. It hadn’t impaired their ability to form Voltron, this uncertainty Lance was pretty sure Keith was immune to. Regardless, Lance rolled his shoulders with a sharp popping noise in an effort to remove pent up tension.

“So, what’s up?”

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Their sibling dynamic was so whOLeSOMe iN tHE mALL I’m soRRY

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quick lance sketch - just wanted to see him in keiths tight yoga pants *winks*