300 Words or Less Prompt: “I’m leaving…and I’m not coming back.” (for @lasagnaoffilth)
Characters/Pairing: None specified; Acxa, Ezor
Word Count: 300 (I had to edit it down a little haha)
This fic has season 7 spoilers! It assumes that Acxa stayed with Ezor and Zethrid for a while before deciding to be a rebel instead.
It would be easier for all of them if she left while everyone was asleep. Despite the fact that the three of them hadn’t been on the same page in a long time–since their first split with Lotor years ago, if she was being sincere–Acxa wanted to avoid direct conflict if possible. She, Ezor and Zethrid had been together for too long for that.
It was too easy. Acxa by nature was light-footed and stealthy, and she was a respected member of the crew. There was something bittersweet about knowing everyone here trusted that she was one of them, but that had stopped being true a long time ago. They all knew it.
Acxa was already in the hanger when she felt a familiar prickle down her spine. It was all the warning her body gave before the silence was broken.
“Strange time for a joyride.”
Acxa didn’t need to turn to know that Ezor had uncloaked herself.
“Still not much of a talker, huh?” Ezor went on. The strain in her voice told Acxa that this wasn’t easy for her, either. They’d been together for so long, it was like leaving a part of herself behind. They both felt it. Ezor focused instead on the fighter Acxa had chosen. “She’s your favorite, huh? Taking her out?”
“I’m leaving,” Acxa corrected, voice as numb as she felt. “And I’m not coming back.”
They both already knew that; the long silence that followed confirmed that. The tension in the air had Acxa ready to reach for her blaster, but when Ezor sighed deeply, she had already faced away.
“See if I care,” Ezor said, voice flippant and almost bored. Pulling back. “Do whatever you want, but if you need help later, just remember that Voltron’s not here to save you anymore.”