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Charred Ice

So, I don’t know if I really like this, and I’m sure a lot of other people have had similar ideas, but I needed to write something off of Blue rejecting Lance as coldly as she did. So here’s a little drabble I may or may not post to my Ao3.

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Everything was wrong. All wrong. Red was hot where Blue had been cold. She rushed him where Blue would wait patiently until he was ready. She had her way, or the highway. Blue was flexible, she was fluid, she was reassuring. When they had gotten back from that first mission Lance had slinked off to his room quietly. It didn’t feel right. Replacing Blue with Red didn’t feel right. He huddled in on himself, his arms wrapped tightly against his core as the feeling of Blue’s cold constant in the back of his mind faded. He couldn’t help the broken sob that slipped from his lips, couldn’t breath under the intense heat that was taking that cold’s place. It smothered him.

Fire.

Lance had never been fire. He was water. and Red was burning him alive, causing him to evaporate into nothingness. She had no time for his insecurities and she had no patience for his coping mechanisms. He still hurt from Blue’s rejection. It wasn’t even a goodbye. There was no wave of reassurance that washed over him, she never said anything about it only being temporary. She didn’t send him encouragement, no; “I know you can do it, don’t worry, you’ll always be my paladin.” no. It was just … Nothing. Lance had never felt that kind of complete rejection in his life. Something that hurt all the way down to his core, that made him feel like he was drowning and freezing both at the same time. He wasn’t Blue’s paladin anymore.

He was Red’s.

Keith’s replacement.

Again.

He shouldn’t be this bitter over it. Should accept it for what it was. They needed someone to pilot Red, while Keith piloted Black. And normally, he would have felt a smug sense of superiority that Red had chosen him. Had hand picked him when Keith had had to nearly kill himself to get Red to even look in his general direction. But he felt none of that. Instead he felt empty and abandoned. Crushed that Blue had actually cared so little about him to even tell him she wanted him to step up as Red’s new pilot. It wasn’t like her.

He could feel Red just behind his consciousness, telling him to “Shut up” and “Stop thinking about Blue” and that hurt too. Because Red was just like fire and her words burned him in ways he couldn’t even begin to describe. And when they finally did get Shiro back, what then? Keith would want Red back. But Blue? Would she want him back? Allura, while a terrible pilot, and it physically hurt every time he watched her crash his baby Blue into some sort of space debris, but she had so much more potential than he did.

He was no stranger to feeling incompetent, and he had always known he was replaceable. But those fears had always been soothed down by Blue’s constant mother henning. She had always told him that he was her paladin and neither heaven nor hell could tear them apart. And yet. Here he was. Lying on his bed, sobbing into his pillow, mourning her loss. Red’s heat becoming more and more unbearable by the second. He wanted Blue back. He wanted her cold support back. He needed her icy reassurance to quell his nerves and numb his racing thoughts. Fire would only accelerate his self destruction.

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Okay, so just a heads up, because I’ve been writing more of the lions interacting lately I’ll explain how I see each of them feeling to their respective paladins.

Blue is water and Ice so I write her as being cold. A constant icy feeling that sticks in the back of the active conscious and slowly engulfs her Paladin. It’s a constant cold, one that doesn’t waver. The cold can intensify if her paladin is emotionally distressed, but otherwise she usually keeps them just under chilled. Feeling like Frost is creeping down her paladin’s spine.

Red is fire, heat. She’s hot and molten, same as Blue she’s felt in the back of her paladin’s active mind, her heat slowly taking over her paladin. They feel her as a constant heat, just this side of bearable, but it intensifies with her emotions. Unlike Blue however, her heat recedes as her paladin’s emotions become more wild.

Yellow I imagine is warm, like a ray of sunshine shining on you, making you pleasantly warm but not overly hot. He’s kind and strong and protective. Yellow is steady warmth, like a mother’s hug, safe. He let’s his warmth engulf his paladin slowly, it’s not overbearingly noticeable like Red and Blue but it is more prominent than Green or Black. His warmth lingers in the front part of the subconscious.

Green I imagine is soft, like the plants she protects. Her presence in her paladin is more like a nudge, like dandelion spores floating in the breeze. Her paladin knows she’s there, the constant flutter like butterfly wings in the back of their subconscious, but she isn’t greedy like Red or Blue, and she doesn’t want to distract her paladin, and so isn’t even as daring as Yellow.

Black is cool, warmer than Blue, but colder than Yellow or Green. She’s soft like a gust of wind blowing through a field of grass. She prefers her own privacy, just as she knows her paladin does as well. She will reach out if they are reaching for her first or if she needs to tell them something. Otherwise she will keep to herself. Her presence is less than a tickle in the farther reaches of her paladin’s subconscious.