TEN RANDOM LINES
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BIGGER THAN US:
“So Allura, it sounds like you and Keith really are total opposites,” Lance pondered as he pushed his vegetables around his plate absentmindedly. “Maybe that’s why you two were always butting heads. You’re like that Yin and Yang stuff.”
The comment annoyed Allura and she quickly snapped back at him. “We had our disagreements but we were always looking out for each other. At least he cared enough to speak out when I needed him to!”
Lance sat a moment in shocked silence before his cheeks began to heat with anger. “Hey, I cared enough to stick around while he was off playing with his Galra buddies,” he retorted, his voice rising as he spoke. “You’re just feeling guilty. Remember it was the Black Lion’s idea to strand him on Aesh, so maybe we should leave Keith there to do his job!”
THE RED LINE:
“Better than I’ve ever slept in my life,” he beamed.
Allura giggled at the scene they were playing, pulling him even further down to plant a kiss on his lips. She remembered how they felt the night before. Last night he tasted of sweat and red wine, this morning of sleep and hot coffee.
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK:
The Princess quickly dressed and ran to the control room, checking every nook and cranny on her way. Nothing. Her heart was racing faster than it ever had during any battle with the Galra. When she arrived on deck she found Coran looking curiously at the dash.
“Have you seen Keith and Fala?” she asked frantically.
“Ah, so that’s why the pod is missing,” he replied in an annoyingly nonchalant manner. At least it seemed so to her at the time. “Did he not tell you they were leaving?”
“No, he didn’t. And when I find him I’m going to kill him!”
A LIFETIME OF FIRSTS:
If there’s one thing he’d never get tired of it would be this.
Sure, things weren’t always perfect. He was sure he didn’t want them to be. Perfect is predictable, and predictable is dull. Life with the Princess was anything but boring. It was winks and nudges, inside jokes and long talks. It was promises and apologies. Tears and kisses. And love.
Maybe it was perfect, after all.
HOT CHOCOLATE:
One turn-of-the-knob and push-of-the-shoulder later and Allura found herself regretting her impulsivity.
She’d entered the boys’ locker room. Thankfully it was empty since there were no classes at the moment. Prematurely she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief before slumping against the door frame. Unfortunately doing so caused her to miss the figure moving swiftly towards her from the showers.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
SAVED AGAIN:
“Keith, are you hurt?” she asked, looking him over for bruises or cuts. Seeing none she relaxed a bit, gently holding onto his hand as she spoke to him. “Let’s get you back to the castle to get checked out, just in case.”
Once again Keith insisted there was nothing to be concerned about. Getting the refugees to Olkarion was the most important thing right now. His injuries could wait.
The Blade loaded the Alteans onto their ship while Keith decided to go with Allura in the blue lion. They’d seen little of each other with him being away for missions so often. He missed her terribly but couldn’t bring himself to say so.
THE JUNIBERRY PICNIC:
It was obvious when he finished eating, his head tilted back to touch hers, the light weight of it making her own head buzz a bit. She finished her own sandwich as she felt his breathing grow shallow, his heartbeat slowing as well.
Finally, his head lolled to the right and she knew it was time to move. She cautiously shimmied around, holding him upright with one hand and moving herself in a half-circle with the other. Once she was in the right spot she stretched her long legs outward and gently lowered his head onto her lap.
... DOESN'T STAY IN CUBA:
“What do you want, Lance?”
“I didn’t say anything! Why are-?”
Shiro sighed loudly, cutting off Lance’s question. “Keith called me a while ago and said I’d probably be hearing from you, and that I should probably ignore your call.”
Oh, that does it!
“Did he tell you WHY I’d be calling?”
The line went quiet for a moment, prompting Lance to check if the call was still connected. It was.
CUPID'S ARROW:
Fucking Lance.
Another of Cupid’s foes, this guy was missing the big picture. Namely his ideal partner, Pidge.
But that’s another story for another day.
Anywho, this Lancey-Lance guy was eating at Cupid, who decided to do a little digging on his own. How in the galaxy did he pull off the biggest heist since King Tut’s tomb was robbed? What larger forces were at play here?
Because that’s when everything started to fall apart.
THE LETTER:
He felt a pang of guilt. After all, the man who’d been like a father to him was missing. Voltron inoperable. Yet here he was thinking about her, and how happy she had made him. Despite the time that had passed from the moment she'd accepted him he could still feel her warmth on his chest, her breath on his neck. The brief moment they’d had before the mission tempted him to stay put, to hold on to her as long as possible. But he had a job to do, for better or for worse. Her words, however, pushed him to run from the fight. To survive.
“I will always come back to you.”
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