#aullura

[artsybeccaartblog]

Trying to get back into the groove of drawing with these cuties!

THAT LAST UPDATE THO

I still cried even though I got the start of upright for all 3!

[artsybecca]

I kneel down to the cold, ashen earth below my feet, my knees sinking into the cool dank dirt. The hem of my dress muddies as I pull Asra into my arms. His shaking form breaks my heart, and at that moment all I can do is hold him as I hold myself together.

[primus-why]

Last theory, on that note...

Aight y'all, this is gonna be a stretch, but keep in mind I'm just brainstorming for fun. So, that alternate reality... how do we know it isn't, like... the future? Like what if Sven is a DESCENDANT of Shiro? And, some day, Allura discovers a pocket of an Altean refugee camp, who escaped Zarkon. And she is able to rebuild her people and their population grows under her and Voltron's protection? And then, I don't know... something bad happens and she feels the need to go overboard in trying to keep everyone safe? Maybe the Paladins-- her friends-- try to stop her, but ultimately cannot, as they can't form Voltron without her...

[artsybeccaartblog]

Calling the goat man OUT

[artsybeccaartblog]

All color drains from the world.

People pass right through me.

I call out, and yet no one hears me.

[artsybecca]

That new chapter thoooooooo

I just had to draw Aullura in her masquerade outfit. The card that I currently identify her with is The Star; one of personal transformation, hope, inspiration, and serenity.

[artsybeccaartblog]

Morning, love.

[artsybecca]

Aullura can feel herself spacing out. Her head is fuzzy with exhaustion, and all she wants to do is sleep. Asra is okay. So is Julian. And yet, the threat of Lucio and the plague looms. She can still hear his voice, clawing at the back of her mind.

“Aullura? Are you feeling all right?” Asra’s voice jolts her from the fog. It takes her a moment to register the question through the exhaustion.

“Ah-y-yes. I’m okay,” Aullura gives him a weak smile from her spot on the bed as she watched him pull some sleep clothes for himself from the oak drawer in the corner. She herself had already changed into her night gown, a soft sheer robe over top. Gifts from Nadia, and extravagant ones of silk. Pink dusts her cheeks at the thought of Asra being infatuated with the feel of them when she first wore them.

“You look pale again. Are you dizzy? Headache?” Asra worries, pressing a warm hand to her cheek. Aullura sighs softly, leaning into his touch.

“Just a little cold,” Aullura admits softly, turning to kiss his palm. “I’ve had this chill that I can’t shake today.” Asra’s brow knits in both worry and guilt, and it makes Aullura take his hand in hers. “I know what you’re going to say. So, shush,” she teases playfully, pressing a kiss to his knuckle. Asra huffs a laugh, smiling that lop-sided smile that Aullura loves so much.

“I think I can help with that, at least,” Asra says with a damned eyebrow waggle that makes Aullura burst into giggles. She lets go of his hand to allow Asra to quickly change into soft cotton sleep clothes. Aullura slides herself under the sheets, huffing at their coolness. Vesuvia was at that time of the year where the days were warm, but the nights ran much cooler. Goosebumps broke out on her pale, freckled skin at the contact of the sheets.

Aullura’s mind wanders. To that day. To that dark island. To the rasped voice in her head. The ghostly claws at her back.

To the heat licking at her skin and the memories that flared.

Thief-

“Aullura-Aullura breathe,” Warm hands, grounding and sure take a hold of hers. Aullura jolts back to reality with a bitten gasp, hazel eyes shooting up to meet dusky violet. The guilt and pain that shone through them made her chest ache.

“I’m okay,” Aullura says with a shaky smile. The look Asra gives tells her just how unconvinced he was. “Asra, it’s….my brain will do this. You’ve known me long enough.” Aullura comments with a smile, one laced with exhaustion. Asra sits on the edge of the bed, and Aullura can tell he’s muddling his thoughts together. She leans up on an elbow and skims her fingers over Asra’s hip.

“Are you…do you feel…guilty over Lucio’s death?” Asra finally asks, the question taking Aullura off guard. She’s silent for a moment, and yet it speaks volumes to Asra.

“…Yes,” Aullura’s voice is so heartbreakingly tiny. As though she fears his reaction. Aullura sits up, tucking her legs underneath herself.

“Why am I not surprised…” Asra sighs to himself. “Your heart is…so big. So kind. Even for a monster like him,” a dark cast takes Asra’s voice and features. Aullura’s gaze turns to her hands, twisting anxiously in her lap.

“D-did I kill him?” Her voice wavers.

“Oh, Aullura, no. Lucio did this to himself. You saw that,” Asra urges. He can feel anxious waves rolling off of her.

“B-But…me getting my body back meant that…he couldn’t.”

“Aullura, he was dying of the plague. He foolishly rushed the ritual. He knew it was incomplete,” Asra explains. He then takes one of her shaking hands. “He wasn’t a good person, Aullura. What he…that day in the forest? When we heard him. He…didn’t just threaten me.”

Asra’s tone shifts, and a chill runs down Aullura’s spin. “When I was at the palace. He would…ask about you. He knew I fancied you. Before he got sick and the plague was severe. He would…make comments. I think he found out from a servant seeing you visit my stand a lot. And then there were the threats. H-he even asked you to come to the palace one day. I-I…it made us have an argument, but I convinced you not to go. To just…stay at your shop. I couldn’t tell you why at the time. I was so afraid of what he would do to you.” Asra shudders. “In the forest…he told me….” Aullura’s throat bobs with a hard swallow. Her mind ran to the possibilities. “He was...awful. Disgusting. Murderous. You are…light. Warmth. I would choose you a million times over. So please. Please never feel guilt over continuing your life while he wallows.” Asra takes both of her hands in his, violet eyes focused so intently at hers. Aullura is stunned. There is nothing she could say that could be adequate for the situation. Aullura only nods, eyes casting downwards. “Come on. Lie down. I just…would really like to hold you,” Asra says, sheepishness creeping into his tone. Aullura settles down into the soft mattress, Asra right behind. Once settled, Asra faces her, tucking an arm around her to pull her close. “You really are cold,” Asra frowns.

“‘Mmmm and you’re warm,” Aullura purrs happily, cuddling up closer to him. Aullura looks up at Asra, who stares lazily with drooped lids. From this close, she can see how red rimmed his eyes are, puffy around the edges. She had never seen Asra cry like he did at the Lazerite, and she truly never wishes to see it again. Aullura brings a hand up, brushing her fingers under Asra’s chin before trailing them up to rest on soft cheek bones. Asra’s eyes flutter closed, long white lashes fanning out to cast shadows. “It’s big because you’re a part of it.” This pulls a sleepy, questioning hum from Asra. “My heart. It is only so big because of you.” Aullura smiles. Asra’s eyes half open with a sleepy smile.

“Oh 'Llura. If only you could have seen yourself as I did then. How you helped the sick. How your eyes brightened at babies. How you never charged those that were truly in need. You so rarely thought of yourself, only others.” Asra takes her hand and kisses each finger gently. If anything, it was you that shaped parts of my heart. I will always be grateful for the way you first spoke to me. How soft your words were for nothing more than a fortune teller, “ Asra places their joined hands together on the pillow they shared, wearing a warm smile.

"Even if I never fully remember, my heart always will. It knew I was destined to be with you. That…is what it is telling me. It always has been. I remember parts of back then. It slowly comes back to me. Asra, I love you with every fiber of my being. I will never be able to thank you enough,” Aullura leans in, and Asra meets her half way with a gentle kiss. When he pulls back, his eyes shine.

“You just being alive is thanks enough.”