Aug 31, 2025
Random thought but imagine Krolia on Earth, getting used to Earth custom with Keith's father, realising how thin human skin is compared to galra skin, how easily her own claws could break that man.
Imagine Krolia, learning to touch with just the pulp of her fingers, seeing all the tenderness she can give with her hands so used to fighting. Imagine her starting to refer to her claws as nails. How she cuts them before Keith's birth, decided to leave everything behind, to only use her hands just to share her love.
Imagine her sadness when she lets her claws grow again as she leaves them behind.
And when she meets Keith again, her claws are longer than ever.