#theftroyale

[red-and-black-paladin]

“ when’s the last time you slept? “

Yawns as he sat on the floor of the training room. “Hm, few days ago?” Lays down, his bayard by his side. “I can’t sleep... I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

[goofbcll]

‘is it my fault?’

    “Don’t worry about it. What’s done is done. We’re past it now.” 

It was a small inconvenient mistake on their part. Hunk decided to take the blame on himself. Not wanting to Nyma to get in trouble. It was just the kind of guy Hunk was. The paladin gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder as they maneuver down the hallway littered with Sentry parts.

Though, he had to limp his way down because he was shot in the process due to Nyma accidentally setting the alarm.  It hurt like hell. Yet, it was something he had to bear until he got back to the ship. 

“Just focus on releasing the prisoners, alright? I’ll hack into the systems to make the process smoother.”

@theftroyale // open

[panickypaladin]

🦐- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast

Nap time // @theftroyale // Closed

Well... That was not a sight hunk thought he would ever see. Nyma, of all people, passed out on the table with scraps stuck on her face. Where was Rollo? Where was Beezer?

Even though they had joined the rebel fighters and Hunk had forgiven them for their initial betrayal, there was still something about these three that were still putting Hunk on the edge. Still he couldn’t just leave her here. “Alright... Come on.” Very gently he scooped Nyma up into his arms and made his way out of the dinner hall. 

He found her a calm quiet room with a couch and put her down on it. He even made sure to bring her a blanket and a pillow. She could sleep off what she had been drinking and eating in peace here.

[deception-and-disgrace]

“What did they do to you?”

assorted angst starters | openOne wild golden illuminated eye stares at the stranger from the back of the now destroyed prison cell. The large galra was covered in large wounds and seemed to be in a daze as he attempted to rise to his feet, letting out an angry growl as he failed.

A few days before this, the ship Sendak had been held prisoner on had been shot down by voltron and left for dead on a grassy plain planet. Sendak had barely survived with his life, his mind was not as fortunate. Sendak was unfortunately unable to leave the cell on his own due to his horrific injuries and had just been waiting here for the past few days for either rescue or death, whichever would come first. Finally, the galra spoke, his voice hoarse. “Who are you...?”

[balmessenger-blog]

“I can’t decide whether I’m a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I’m a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that’s how I know I’m a woman!” 

RANDOM ASSORTED STARTERS | accepting!

    She practically giggles at the statement, free hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth. Oh, what a delight this alien has turned out to be! Hopefully her crash-landing on the Balmera would have its benefits. 

    “I suppose so! Perhaps that air of mystery is the appeal of femininity,” Shay muses. “You have certainly perfected it, ah...? Nyma, was it?”