#honevra

[justgaala]

Part two.

[octaviainthewasteland]

A little preview of my piece for the Zaggar zine organized by @galrashipzine  

Download will be available on July 1st.

big thanks to @revasnaslan for being the most understanding and patient beta

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A gentle male voice announces that they will be arriving to Daibazaal in two vargas, and Honevra leaves her cabin for the bridge. She stands at the corner, letting the crew do their job. The crew works like a well-oiled machine. Nobody is rushing; someone cracks a joke now and then. It’s second nature already, and the atmosphere of Daibazaal is no less familiar to them than the atmosphere of Altea.

Honevra watches the approaching planet through the wide window. Because of trium, the flaps of clouds are milky-violet. The planet used to be a giant comet before it lost its tail and cooled down, but the jagged necklace of the mountains still hides behind the clouds, a secret natural protection for Galrans. While one side is covered in uneven steep slides, the other is bald and vast and crimson.

The planet eerily resembles her people: the duality of danger and hospitality, the passion and peace, layers of violet, reds and greys, the sharp rocks, piercing the dark of space – like a Galra, snarling at the enemy.

They are not enemies, however, so she lets the expert hand of their pilot lead them through the debris and the clouds, and the winds, reigning over the dome-shaped side, are omitting them.

The station is lit also during the day, because the fogs of Daibazaal are tricky, but they manage to land safely, and strangely, Honevra feels more at home than back on Altea. The rest of the crew has begun unloading the ship, and, paranoid as she is, she stops to give a few more orders to check that her equipment and manuscripts are being properly transferred. Kova does not regard her with more than a mere blink, and as soon as they hit the ground, he is already fleeing to the gates. He likes Daibazaal better, too.

Honevra picks up her cat, so nobody would run him over by accident, and the gates open, revealing the crowded dock. She takes a breath. Here, the air is slightly lighter, mostly due to the aforementioned trium. Despite the size difference, Alteans are most often physically on par or stronger than Galrans, and this little difference plays to their advantage.

A head above all of them stands their Emperor. He’s the son of the Southern Tribe, their chosen one, the victor of the Kral Zera. As he enters, he fills the whole room with his presence. Being a Southerner, he is more reptilian in looks, with his sleek skin and flat nose. Everybody tries to act professional, but it’s hard. It’s hard not to notice this mountain of a man, and once you do, it’s hard to look away. So everyone steals a glance, as their Emperor seldom walks among common people. But Zarkon pays them no attention – usually he would chastise them for such silliness – his eyes, bright as fireflies, quick as a dagger, searching for something. Someone. And once his eyes land on her, they do not move.

[princessaluraa]

Lotor stole his mom’s cat and gave him to his blind general, Narti, so she could see? What a leader, what a man.

[kyojurotchi]

catch me crying a river

[opaleescence]

Zarkon : Okay but Honerva is so pretty Alfor : Yeah I know right Zarkon : I'd totally die for her Alfor : Yeah okay then Zarkon : No I would literally die for her Alfor : Okay uh that's um

[velvet-apricots]

[princessaluraa]

hold up

Why does Haggar/Honevra suddenly stop calling Zarkon sire and start calling him Husband? Like did they forget that they were married when they got possessed by that demon thing? What’s going on?

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Unheralded

AO3 or FFN

~1k, Haggar/Sentries, Haggar/Galra soldiers, Haggar/Zarkon, Haggar/Lotor’s generals, Haggar/Kuron, Haggar/Allura, Haggar/Druids, Haggar/Krolia, E-rating, for @haggarweek (Day 8: Free Day) and for the “Seduction” bingo card space (event hosted by @voltronbingo)

Summary: Love has no place in science or logic or the inherent, unlimited power of quintessence. She understands this clearly. Haggar does her best to atone for any weakness she believes she carries, and keep her focus on the power of the Galra Empire and furthering her trickiest, magical-charged experiments. So it's quite fortunate that there are ways to satiate her less practical urges.