#lureace

[shzaam-blog]

don’t laugh at me for being short you’re like 8 years old.

“   sure ,   princess ,   but  that  means  i  can  still  grow .   ”

[logictwisted]

“they call it valentine’s day.” she’s holding out a box of altean ground worms, wrapped in flower printed tissue paper, waiting for him to try one with a smile. “i do not understand it, but it calls for gift giving to those you are aquatinted with.”

“i’ve heard of it,” lotor says coyly, gingerly pressing the pads of his fingertips to the gift, curious at his best, playful at his worst. “though what i’ve heard … differs.” he tilts his head, inquisitive, letting his words drag slowly from him, like a long-lasting game, even in the face of her gift – but he can’t seem to help himself, a chaotic energy to his mind as unforgiving as the sharp slice of a blade. “maybe there is some nuance to this …” he pauses, eyes widening, rounding, softening in the reveal, distracted as his lips pull upward, child-like and innocent. 

“…holiday.” he breathes out, game forgotten in his elation – few things renew the quiver of excitement in him, but of course it would be something altean, more beloved than anything else. “are those … altean ground worms? allura, they must have been near impossible to procure, i’m humbled by your gift.” his hand hovering over his face in his embarrassment, lotor clears his throat. “that’s why, i have to apologize – i don’t have anything to give you in return. i was told that this holiday was in the purpose of … giving gifts to people you’re interested in courting, and, well, i didn’t want to overstep, or confuse, of course. but, ah –” he rubs the back of his neck, hesitant in the receiving of his gift, now. “i feel i must give you something of equal value, to make up for it.” 

looking down at her, his smile starts to show the soft shine of his fangs – not intimidating as much as his smile cannot help but widen. “you surprised me. these are wonderful, princess, thank you.”

[omnitrk-a]

            @lureace​    ･☪·˖☆     johnny boy’s bones ☆             starter call                  not accepting.

                         ❛    —  my name is ben...    &&’   i’m here to help in anyway i can ---- that  ;  you’ve got to belive me for.   ❜

               HE  IS  NO  FOOL  TO  THE  HOUNDS  OF  WAR  ;  DEMONIC  ;  CRUEL   ;   MERCILESS      ,        heed what others may belive of young cosmic divinity   ---   but he knew placement    ;   thriving life ceased every once   &&’   while.    such a phenomenon causing great sear of anguish among galaxies beloved     ;   maw grits with slight cant of cranium    ------      .     he  donned  with  emerald   of   jades   &&’   toxic  hues  ,   insignia   of   numerical  ten  pressed  ‘pon  fabric  of  right  breast .        toxic      optics     flicker    ‘bout     ;     narrow       upon      recognition      of     pastel  rose    accent    upon     paladins    chest.      ,     O’  HOW  SAVIOR  KNEW  OF  COSMIC  BLESSED  WARRIORS   -    A  FABLE  WITHIN  PRESSED  TIMES   &   NON-FICTION  UPON  WAR’S  SONG.        vocals eased forth in tension drift atmosphere   —–   caressed     with     VENOM-LESS    ease.      &&’     yet     it    is   but    a   somber    tone    for    GALACTIC    kissed    warrior.       —–     a     frown     ;       sigh    surely    follows   after.     his heart thrums in morning.    /    soft bellow of exhale.

               ❛      ——-     i can answer any questions that you need me to....          ❜

[adheeles]

lureace replied to your post: i must admit, i may not be familiar with this...

allura vc you know WHAT

she cant help it

[adheeles]

i must admit, i may not be familiar with this section of the star map, but i do know that there appears to be some sort of conflict in progress here.

    “ O H ! A conflict , here ? No no no , we’re just killing each - other for fun ! It’s a sport really , whoever loses first gets wiped out and whoever wins retakes the planet . What , did you hit your head on a rock or something ? ” she wasn’t even going to bother asking what a star map was . clearly this person was confused .

[halcyotic]

i am not familiar with that word. could you provide a definition?

prompted.     /     @lureace.

        “     oh. uh    …    they’re sort of. they’re an alien race ? the eliksni, i mean, fallen, whatever. nasty little creatures when they wanna be. wouldn’t go pokin’ your head in a place they claimed, ‘cause they know their way around a knife pretty damn well.    “

[sylvabled]

“pidge!” shes down the hall in seconds, long strides clacking against tile. she’s holding a neatly wrapped box in her hands, within it’s green wrapping, an old altean calculator of sorts. “i know little of earth customs, but i had heard the other’s speaking of a valentine’s day. out of curiosity i went and researched it, and well—here is my token of affection to you.”

unprompted ★ ( always accepting! )

           Pidge stopped in her tracks in the hall, turning to her friend with raised brows, worried something had happened. Though, she was pleasantly relieved that there wasn’t anything serious, and touched by her gesture. Unwrapping the gift, the younger of the two grinned. The next step to learning Altean was to memorize their numbers.  ❝Thanks, Allura. I got you something, too. There was some stuff at the mall I found I thought you might like, you can also consider it a  ❛ Welcome to Earth ❜ present.❞  Within her usual bag of belongings, she pulled out a pastel pink gift bag with light blue ribbons as the accents. Inside were all sorts of jewelry she haggled along cute little knick knacks that made her think of the princess.

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