This is my first spell so please don't throw hate. I will take constructive criticism though. I also like my spells rhyming so I can get the feel of the spell better so that's why it's like that. I hope this works for you as it did for me!
Things you'll need: a white candle, a knife or something to carve to candle with, and crystals that will help (optional)
Instructions: Carve the name of the person you want to tell the truth on the white candle, then put the crystals around the candle. Light the candle and say the following chant
Little lee little lie can you stop lying this time You've done me wrong for far too long so now you have to tell the truth, for now only sooth when the candle finishes burning bright, the lied to will have clear eyesight of who you are and what you've done, for you it will be no fun
A Month of Truth: Narrated by Lance and Pidge (Chapter 3)
Chapter 1
VOICEOVER #5:
LOOK, THOSE DAYS MADE ME WANT TO FREAKING-
Take a chill pill, Pidgeon
Okay, fine. The narrative in this one is going to be more interesting simply for the narrative effect.
Smart. Never thought you a storyteller, though
Aren't I?
Always.
DAY 13:
The sounds roar in her ears, the loud screeches and screams of battle emanating throughout the echoey planet of Galaxor. Today was one of a series of battles that Lotor had suddenly decided to start. Rather unlike him.
She hears soldiers fall, Galaxorians fall, and flashes of light blink from some distant place, shining from in front of the mountain Pidge was hidden behind.
War.
A war that Prince Lotor seemed intent on winning.
Why this planet? Why did he want this planet so much? Lotor had even gone far enough to mobilise ground troops; he almost never does that. Lotor doesn't normally capture planets, for that matter. That's more of a Zarkon thing, frankly.
Angered at yet another sound of anguish, Pidge nearly slams her hands on the controls of her lion. Nearly. But she doesn't.
Allura ordered her not to blow cover that Voltron is here, and she is trying her freaking best to hide herself in her lion, but...
"Pidgeeeee, I'm bored," Lance whines, from the other end of her intercom.
"Go suck your own dick or something, I'm not here for entertainment," she groans, tapping her forehead in thought. She gets up, wanders around, and it does nothing.
"I would if I could, but even Loverboy Lance isn't that flexible," he responds. Pidge chokes on her drink.
"Too much information!"
"Not like I can control it," he defends, and Pidge is wondering how he doesn't seem the least bit abashed of that fact. "Besides, isn't that the whole reason we're stuck in here? Because we can't hide it?"
"Uh, duh." So lame, she thinks. Her response, that is. Even with a truth spell, her answers are as bland as ever. "But I still don't need to hear about you sucking your own dick."
"Fine, then do you wan-?"
"Oh, shut up," she cuts off quite dismissively, cleverly making sure that he doesn't finish that question.
...who knows what she would have answered with? She doesn't really even know what the truth is anymore. It's fucking confusing.
"Hey, Pidge?"
"Lance, I swear to god-"
"No, Pidge, I think I see Allura."
Pidge scrambles to her window, peering down.
Sure enough, there was a little Allura, frantically waving her hands and pointing.
Is that a battalion of Galra soldiers?
"SHIT!"
DAY 12: A FLASHBACK (WHY A FLASHBACK? ASK PIDGE)
"Sources show that Lotor's army is approaching Galaxor," Allura begins, pointing at Pidge's Galra tracker (colour-coded obviously, because what are they? Animals?). More sources from Galaxorian lookouts say that he's planning to take the capital today. And kill royalty to do so. Not Lotor's style, I'll say, but we'll have to deal with it."
Allura's face visibily falls, then she frowns, looking almost angry. Pidge understands why; if anyone even dares to lay a finger on dear Eejin, she will kick their head off. Literally.
If Lotor takes Galaxor, what will he do? The only thing the team figured out is the strategic position of the planet in the solar system. Might strengthen the Galra's empire considerably due to its location, less for the power of the planet itself.
"Well, I'll protect the princess with everything! Both of them, that is," Lance exclaims, as if he has the power of anime and god on his side, smirking at Allura.
"As if you like the princess," Pidge blurts out. Shit. What's happening? She didn't mean to say that! The spell is supposed to only compel her to answer truthfully!
Crap.
...it's not worsening, is it?
"Yeah, I actually don't, not in that way. But I still want to protect her, yanno?"
Wait. Lance doesn't...?
That's surprising...
Shiro coughs, sounding a little annoyed, but he doesn't say so. Hunk, from the side, snickers a little bit.
"Allura, is the Blade helping out?"
"Certainly. Kolivan is mobilizing a force and we've strategized the plan for the foot soldiers, because this mission is purely land based," Allura confirms with a smile and nod. Hunk looks happy. Lance looks happy. Keith looks down at the ground.
"We'll use the lions to fly down, land somewhere hidden, cloak the lions and then proceed as two smaller, stealthier teams. The Blade and other willing members of the coalition will be handling areas that they can."
Pidge wonders if such a simplistic plan really will work.
Maybe Allura hides more behind the scenes than Pidge guesses.
~~~
"You see anything?" Hunk pants out, speeding in a curved spline to avoid bullets coming in from random places, shields activated. Pidge, having no problem because of her small stature and pure speed, does indeed see something. Their target.
Infiltrate the main centre that Lotor has taken over and retrieve the royal family. Easy peasy. That's the job that their trio has to do.
"This way!"
Shiro grabs Hunk, pulling him along. Hunk shields Shiro.
Pidge just speeds like a bullet ahead.
She almost longs to work with Lance again, because they work amazingly together, but Pidge does understand the groupings. It would be plain stupid to group two truth-spelled Paladins together.
Quickly, the trio dart behind a wall for cover, spotting a row of Galra lined up and blocking the entrance, armed and ready to shoot.
Pidge knows what to do, miraculously.
She leaps forward the same second Hunk grabs her hand and pulls her back.
"What the hell, Pidge? You don't just jump out there!" Hunk scolds, more harshly than usual. It kinda stabs at Pidge.
Why did she do that?
She knew what to do, but she wasn't going to do it. Why did she do it?
Shiro looks concerned.
"We'll go in a little while. Pidge, remember that we're a team, and we're better as a team," he kindly reminds. Pidge stutters.
"I-I know that, I don't-"
She pauses.
"What?" Shiro asks. They don't have time to do this, Pidge knows. It's a bit hard to forget, considering the abundance of noise and screams.
"No-nothing. On your command, Shiro," Pidge quickly rescinds, holding up her Bayard and grinning.
"One...two...three!"
~~~
"HOLY SHIT, LANCE!" Keith howls, hopping on one foot. "WHAT THE FU-"
"Keith Kogane!" Allura snaps loudly.
"Sorry, Allura. But Lance just jumped on my foot! I'm a tough guy-"
"No you're not, you just act like that-"
"I didn't know you could lie right now, Lance!"
"Just-just stop bickering, okay?" Allura huffs out, arms folded and eyes furious. "We're stuck on our path because you two can't get along!"
Keith sighs, shaking his head.
"Allura's right. We're supposed to be better than this. Especially me." He readies his Bayard. Lance frowns, kicking at some stones at his feet.
"What's it?" Keith asks, sounding considerably more concerned than he had earlier.
"I didn't mean to step on your foot. I literally didn't. As in I think it was-"
"Lance, shh!"
Lance is suddenly knocked aside to some greenery, Keith and Allura diving to the side likewise.
Lotor and his Generals, running down the very same path they'd been on.
"Damn, his hair still looks so good," Lance states, "but we do need to follow them. I think he's going to the center."
"Fuc-"
"Keith..."
"Fine, fucking quiznak, let's go!"
"Was that a double cuss in two languages?"
"Let's go!"
~~~
"Lance! Lance!"
Where is she?! So much noise...so much yelling.
Lance isn't supposed to be in the midst of it. He's supposed to be at the sides, quietly sniping off people from the sidelines.
"Pidge!" he screams. A Galra swings at him, catching him in the side, and making him fall, but Lance doesn't care. He fights, gets back up, slamming the butt of his bayard into the Galra's face. "Pidge!"
The mission wasn't supposed to go like this.
The mission wasn't supposed to go like this! He wasn't supposed to even see Pidge until back at the Castle, she was supposed to save the family, he was supposed to stop Lotor and his Generals. Distract them and take them down.
What happened?!
He sees Pidge slashing fiercely with her bayard, surrounded by a hoard of Galra soldiers.
Is that...blood?!
Oh wait, it's not Pidge's. Nevermind
Lance still kicks, screams, punches, so unlike him. He doesn't know what he's doing at this point, just fighting to get to Pidge. She lunges at him, grabbing his hand, as he pulls her away and to the side.
"I didn't need your help, but thanks," she thanks, rolling her eyes.
"You were literally calling my name!"
"I was looking for you."
Casually, Pidge electrocutes an incoming soldier without even looking at him. Straight after that, she proceeds to grapple and kung-fu style swing take down a whole group of soldiers.
Lance's jaw drops.
Holy shit.
"Lance!"
He whirls around, the blade of a solider coming painfully close to his face. He ducks, rolling off to the side and catching his enemy with his knee, slamming his gun into his knee for good measure.
"Thanks, Pidge!"
He lunges towards her, locking their fingers and pulling her away from the Galra. Yes, Pidge is badass, but there's only so much she can take.
Pidge squeezes his hand, and suddenly Lance feels something cold trickle in his body. She pulls him, neatly weaving through the throngs of confused soldiers and out through a back entrance.
They hide in the royal greenhouse, nestling themselves amongst large, flowering bushes.
The rest of the Paladins are nowhere in sight.
Pidge breathes heavily, squeezing his hand again and the cold feeling stops.
Lance crouches with his hands on his knees.
"Pidge-"
Flustered, Pidge snatches her hand out of Lance's, waving them around in frantic hand gestures.
"Before you say anything, I only squeezed your hand to activate-"
"-my particle barrier?"
"-yes-wait, no!" Pidge stutters, shooting Lance a glare, cheeks suddenly pink. Probably the exertion, Lance thinks. "It was to activate a new cloaking system I invented. Works for a little while, long enough to conveniently escape."
Upon saying this, something slams into Pidge's feet, knocking them clean under her and landing her on her back.
"Ow!"
Lance lunges forward, throwing an arm out for Pidge, but he is suddenly pulled back by some invisible force, gripping at his torso. He whips around, knocking his elbow into the perpetrator's face, Pidge bounding back up and whipping out her bayard.
"Zethrid?!" Lance yelps. Pidge swings her hook out, catching Zethrid and making her drop Lance. Sudddenly, three more shadowed figures move in the distant forest, approaching at breakneck speed into the light. Pidge moves away from the bushes, for fear that there is still someone there. Zethrid kicks at Lance's knees, driving him down, but he returns the favour with a well aimed punch.
Pidge feels herself being punched in the gut, barely registering the pain from the pure speed and surprise of the movement, flying across the terrain and slamming painfully into the bejeweled wall. Pots fall and break, the whole greenhouse shaking at the impact.
And ah, shit, now the pain is back. ACK-
"Ow, what the hell? Are you an acupuncturist now?!" Pidge complains to a grinning Lotor, Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid, Narti slithering out of the side bushes staring at her and (a beaten up) Lance, forced against the wall. So that's who decided to make her fall flat on her ass.
"I don't know what that is, but okay," Lotor answers, voice tinged with amusement. Acxa is unreadable, Narti too, Ezor just smiling all the goddamn time, and Zethrid looking way too sadistically happy about their pain. Lotor just looks goddamn gorgeous, honestly, but Lance and Pidge don't want to think about that.
Lance shoots Pidge a look. Don't talk. Don't open the mouth. Hold in as much as possible.
Is it possible that Lance had been experiencing the same issues as her? Where statements and opinions just fly out, not just brutally honest answers?
What a time for this development, Pidge thinks bitterly; right before they get captured by five of the deadliest people in the universe, one of which being their very spellcaster.
"Why did you spell us?!" Pidge blurts out. Lance glares at her, something he almost never does, stabbing tiny needles into Pidge. Her face falls, apologetic. Ezor giggles a bit.
"Well, Lotor said he had his reasons, but I can tell that you two definitely need a bit of pushing to get where you want to be!" she laughs out, almost in a friendly manner, if not for the fact that her gang was the one basically keeping them hostage.
"You want us dead, not together," Lance spits out. At first, Lotor cocks an eyebrow, as if surprised by the answer. Then, Lotor tuts, tongue clicking slowly. It sets the two in a trance, almost.
"And that's where you're wrong, Lance. I don't want you dead. You're replaceable, so it doesn't matter if you're dead to me. Doesn't help me much." Pidge nearly wants to lunge at Lotor for saying that, because god, if anyone were irreplaceable it would be Lance. Pidge wants to scream that out too, but she's A) too curious for what Lotor is about to say, and B) Ezor is ready with the shipping goggles. "What is Voltron's plan in future, Lance?"
Crap. Pidge has figured out a way to manipulate the spell a bit. If she focuses a bit on a part of truth, she can filter it out.
She only prays that Lance, who already nearly had a nonexistent verbal filter before this, has figured out something similar.
He frowns, immediately alerting her. She's found that the more you resist, the more blatant the truth that ensues becomes. She figures that it's the nature of the spell.
Damn Alteans.
"We plan to capture-"
Is that the crack of a whip? The bang of a gun? Swish of a sword?
"-the row of planets-"
A whip snatches out, strategically whacking Lance in the face and knocking him out. The whip flips back, aimed at Lotor, who evades it with no problem.
"Ah, Princess Allura! What an inopportune moment," Lotor greets, smiling that devilish smile of his. Allura smirks on return, not backing down.
"You say inopportune, I say perfectly opportune for me, " she slurs back. Keeping him transfixed on her, she deals a neat slash to his body, which nearly catches him in the side.
"So close!" he taunts. Allura growls, and their dance begins all over again.
Meanwhile, Shiro, Keith and Hunk roll out, immediately marking the Generals for themselves.
Lance helps Pidge up, the two of them probably more injured than the rest. Wherever they were at the time, they were looking a whole lot better than them. Shiro and Zethrid look like they're having a bicep competition, amusingly enough, as they wrangle and tussle.
Hunk takes Ezor, Keith battling Acxa. And what a fight it is.
Suddenly, Allura manages to finally land a blow, getting very frustrated but also very hasty, and Lotor easily knocks her back off her feet in one fell swoop.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, they hear the marching, screaming, shouts, sounds of metal hitting metal.
The Voltron Coalition, not too far from where they are, fiercely battle the soldiers.
Lance bitterly wonders where the hell they were while he and Pidge were fighting.
Lance blanks out for a moment.
Something in his head isn't letting him function.
Too much...
And then he sees Pidge hit over the head, crumpling to the ground.
"PIDGE-!"
~~~
It's the longest five hours of his life.
He spends half of them sitting in front of her in the healing pod, waiting, watching.
Her face looks more serene in sleep than wake, he notes. Pidge always seems so stressed out, rightfully, like he currently is. It's a lot of pressure, being under a truth spell.
At some point, he's not sure when, he kneels in front of the glass and prays. Prays.
He knows that the healing pod works wonders, but...there's always a nagging little feeling...
He didn't want to look at her face when he pulled her away, slinging her on his back and sprinting back to his lion before any of the team could stop him. He didn't care about the mission in that moment.
So dangerous.
When she does wake up, bright eyes flying open, he's gone.
No one, not even Coran, tell Pidge about Lance's behaviour. It doesn't even cross her mind, after all, that Lance would even pause in front of her pod for a moment, much less a few hours.
Allura calls a meeting in the recreation room.
"Welcome back, Pidgeon!" Lance grins, throwing his arms open wide as if anticipating a hug. She walks in, rubbing her half-open eyes tiredly. Pidge lazily walks into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her face fall somewhere at his shoulder. He can't help but cuddle
Lance has to do his best not to steam and scream right there. Pidge never accepts his hugs! What the fuck is going on?!
Allura snickers, Shiro raises an eyebrow curiously, Hunk giggles, Keith coughs.
Pidge lets go, walking just as sleepily to her spot on the sofa. Maybe she is so tired until she doesn't know what she's doing?
"Pidge, are you feeling alright? Pidge?" Allura taps her, gently giving her a shake.
She nods slowly.
Keith uses his ever so expressive eyebrows to urge Lance on; go keep Pidge alive already! He huffs, heading over and placing Pidge's head on his shoulder, keeping her upright.
"Pidge, Lance," Shiro starts, coughing and looking apprehensive.
Inside, Lance isn't even paying attention. He's thinking about how damn cute Pidge is acting, especially when drowsy. Cute!
And suddenly, she accidentally lets her head fall on Lance, letting out a sleepy yawn.
Shit, Lance has to cover his face to hide how smiley and red he currently is.
"Lance?"
"Uh-um yes!"
Shiro drops the bomb.
"Allura, Keith and I have decided that you and Pidge will not be going on ground missions until you're cured."
Lance nearly drops Pidge, who immediately wakes up and glares angrily.
"What?!"
"Look, it's not safe, and we think that you guys are acting under the impulse of the spell. It's even worse if you, say, get captured," Keith reasons out, a rarity coming from him. "And Pidge is injured. That too."
"I am fine!"
"You were literally hanging on Lance just now!" Keith argues. "It's not safe!"
"That was all me doing that!" Pidge exclaims in retaliation, "I can't lie, hotshot, I am fine!"
Pidge pauses her rant.
A chuckle.
A snicker.
Hunk smirks.
Keith side-eyes.
Lance reddens.
"W-well," a now stammering Pidge begins, "the point is that I'm fine! Not that Lance is comfortable!"
Allura is the first to start laughing very, very loudly, everyone else except Lance and Pidge joining in.
"Great, you and Lance can cuddle in the Castle while we finish up the mission!" Hunk suggests. Pidge immediately scowls, curling up into a ball and hiding her face. Instinctively, Lance flops back on her, earning an annoyed grunt out of Pidge.
"At least let us stay in the Lions. As backup. We can't communicate information from there," Lance points out, "and Pidge is all well."
"We will see."
Lance and Pidge only hope that it's a yes.
~~~
DAY 13: CONTINUED
VOICEOVER #6:
And thus, here comes the grand story of how me and Pidge, under the influence of alien space drugs, managed to complete the ground mission while in spaceships-
The Lions are pretty flexible, though.
Shh, Pidge, I'm telling it in the dramatic way you wanted. What happened to the storyteller?
I was being sarcastic, in case you couldn't notice, which I think you haven't.
Love you too.
"DUDE!"
Lance quickly freezes a whole group of Galra, jumping and trampling a bunch of them. Pidge does the same, aggressively aiming and demolishing the targets.
They only pray they don't kill or damage the Galaxorians.
In that moment, Pidge wonders if it's really worth it. All this fighting. Aggression.
Lance and Pidge switch on the group intercoms, hearing aggressive screams and grunts from the other four.
Pidge sees the path clearly; what they need to do. Their task, today, was to clear Galaxor of Galra influence; Lotor and the Generals had taken the castle and had quickly spread their influence throughout the capital city, rooting Galra soldiers throughout the towns. Everywhere.
Pidge needs to draw the soldiers away. Give them the opportunity.
"Lance!"
"Yes, mi'lady?"
"Oh Jesus, don't call me that-" Pidge cuts herself off, shaking her head frustratedly. "-anyway, Lance, you need to draw the army to the right. I'll get the left. Once we separate the armies, the main bunch can infiltrate the castle and draw out Lotor," she rambles. Looking out, she already sees the Blue Lion flying off, Lance dutifully obeying.
Pidge knows that the rest can hear to, so she hopes that they agree with the plan. Well, either way, she's going to do it. The truth spell is kind of forcing her to, anyway.
"Always so smart," he remarks, as he casually fires down a bunch of the soldiers.
"I would say flattery would get you nowhere, but I'm not allowed to tell lies, " Pidge grits her teeth, the words slipping out between them. She can hear Lance chuckling from the other end of the intercom.
"Nice to know I've got an effect on you like you do on me," Lance remarks, sounding a little distracted. And that gets Pidge distracted, at least once she comprehends what he means. God, the spell...
"Dear god, Lance, can you not?" Pidge hushes. She can almost see him rolling his eyes at her from the other end.
"Well, sorry if my flirting is distracting you!" he protests. Pidge nearly halts the Green Lion, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing suspiciously. Is that a glimmer of hope in the horizon?
Wait no, that's just the Galaxorian equivalent to a sunrise. Not her metaphor, unfortunately.
-insert Pidge.exe has crashed-
"Flirting?" she dares to question, almost violating her own rules. Don't make him uncomfortable. Don't do unto him what would piss herself the hell off.
"Well, Lancey Lance thinks you're great, despite what you may think, and he also thinks you're pretty damn oblivious-"
"Guys!" Keith's voice blares from the intercom, and both Lance and Pidge freeze up in realisation that the WHOLE TEAM WAS ON THE INTERCOM, INCLUDING CORAN. "We hacked the castle! They're out! We have to go now, pick us up at these coordinates, and stop flirting for god's sake, it's fucking disgusting!" he screams, quiet murmurs of 'yeah', 'distracted', 'totally in love' and 'please why' ambiguously filling up the background noise.
Pidge and Lance hit the accelerator, flying up and speeding the lions over to the castle, the coordinates Keith had sent.
"Well, someone's jealous that they aren't smooth enough to flirt," Lance tuts. Pidge bursts out laughing.
"Look who's talking!"
~~~
Turns out Lance isn't so smooth after all.
~~~
DAY 16
"I'm just going to go to the library now. Work on the spell," Pidge reasons to a believing Keith. He shrugs.
"Yeah, okay," he agrees. "The faster you get rid of the damn spell, the faster we can get Voltron back on its feet.
Pidge finds that funny. She and Lance are the arms, after all.
"Bye, then."
Hands tucked in pockets, feet gently brushing the floor as she walks, Pidge heads her way to the massive Altean library, the massive Altean library that she can't seem to find this one piece of information that she needs.
Seriously?!
With a strong push, Pidge forces the grand door open, heading into the still-unfamiliar library. Almost unconsciously, she nagivates to that same spot where the first part of the cryptic spell had been found. The little square, hidden among beautiful and amazingly tall bookshelves.
And she finds Lance McClain, frozen to the spot, staring at a piece of parchment.
"Lance?"
He turns to her, holding up the paper.
"Pidge, have you seen this?"
Curiously, she steps forward and peers at the paper, relaxing her head on Lance's shoulder.
Though this spell brings out truth,
There's one thing it can hide,
A deepest darkest secret,
Hiding inside the mind
The spell lasts for a month of moon,
Unless someone decides,
To reveal their deepest secret,
To the world from the inside
"Shit."
Pidge pulls out her phone, showing a surprised Lance images of the first part of the poem.
"You saw this and you didn't tell me about it?" Lance questions, sounding a bit affronted. Pidge scoffs, playfully making a face and continuing on.
"Wait, we need to search the whole place first. See if we can find another loose paper. I've never been able to find information about the spell in books," she says, eyes already scanning the place, "but the thing is, both pieces of the spell have just appeared here. Without warning."
Pidge sits on the ground, staring at that one spot of carpet as if she could magically will another paper to appear.
"Why don't we go back to your room and check the paper?" Lance suggests.
Not a bad idea.
"According to the pattern, another one isn't gonna appear anywhere else but here," Lance states, "so we should analyse what we have."
"When did you get so analytical?" Pidge blurts out. Shit. But hey, it only makes Lance laugh.
"Looks like I've been spending too much time with you!"
"Is that supposed to be an insult or compliment?!"
Lance pauses.
"I think it's both? Anyway, come on Pidge, I'll piggyback you to your room," Lance offers kindly, Pidge leaping on his back without hesitation. She'd be stupid to give up the chance to grow five feet taller (totally not an internal excuse that she'd like Lance carrying her...)
As he carries her out, running, Pidhe can't help but nestle her face next to his, around his neck, which kind of makes him halt for a moment before he pushes the door open and heads out.
"You tease..." he mutters, but Pidge doesn't catch on.
Maybe she does kind of like hanging around him. Maybe she does kind of get jealous when he flirts with other girls. Maybe...she wishes she were one of them. But then she remembers that she likes herself a whole lot better, and Lance isn't worth losing everything good about her.
"You're so light!" Lance exclaims, turning his head and suddenly coming way to close to her, Pidge's lips nearly brushing his nose. He stops, surprised and blinking rapidly, before resuming his usual cheer and running again.
Pidge tries to swear that she didn't imagine a tinge of pink on his cheeks. And that she's not thinking about how his hands now grip her bare thighs her shorts ridden up. She's totally focusing on the mystery of Altean spell books.
He drops her off, smacking his hands together and seeming pleased with himself.
"That must be a new record!"
"Can't be, only counts as a record of you've tested me as a subject before," Pidge corrects, against her will. Lance tuts, waggling his finger in her face, correcting her with an air of pride.
"I have tested you before, I think at least five times? I can't really remember. How exactly do you think you fall asleep in the library and magically wake up in your room?"
Pidge blanches.
"Wait, what?"
"You always fall asleep in the library because you've been working so hard, " he answers, "so I end up carrying you back here and pray I don't trip over your junk."
Does she really fall asleep there so much? She doesn't remember anything other than the library before she sleeps. How did it take her so long to notice?
Jesus, and why does she turn so red when he says that? Is he seeing her right now?!
"Anyway, lets go in, I really need to check that spell paper."
How exactly is she supposed to just act normal after that??? How does he act so casual after that great, life-changing revelation?
Right, truth spell.
Pidge acts as normal as she can.
She acts normal when he lies down beside her and laughs so brightly.
She acts normal when he compliments her for being smart and brilliant and all that.
She acts normal when he says she's great.
She acts normal when he gets a little too close while they lie on her bed, worn out from their stupid games.
Pidge acts normal.
~~~
Night comes quickly.
Or at least, the closest to night they can get out in freaking space.
And Lance is definitely surprised.
See, for possibly the first time, Pidge fell asleep before he did, splayed on the bed. Fell asleep with her face in the first spell paper. Kind of a funny sight, her glasses pushed up, mouth drooping open, hair messed up. But at the same time...Lance can't help but find it kind of cute.
Damn, there goes his heart.
They ended up spending most of their night together playing with Pidge's gadgets or talking rather than actually trying to fix the spell paper. And the spell.
It's strange. Shouldn't they be a bit more motivated to save themselves?
Upon further inspection, Pidge had noticed more strange markings on the back of the second spell paper Lance had found. And chastised Lance for not noticing it sooner. And didn't he compliment her after that, without thinking? Without thinking about what she might think?
He'd even made an attempt to get closer to her. Well, his rational mind wouldn't have allowed him...something forced him to do it. Can't really tame it either. Why the hell it had decided to come in the form of sudden hugs, lying beside her, leaning on her, letting her do the same, Lance has no idea. Not that he minds it.
It's suddenly so quiet, without Pidge talking next to him. Suddenly sort of lonely. Lance sits up, pulling the blanket over Pidge, gently tugging her glasses off and folding them, placing them on her nightstand. The spell paper goes back on the table, joining the first.
Is it creepy to stare at her? She looks calm, unusual for her in these strange times where she's hyper stressed. Or worried. Or annoyed. Or an imbalanced mix of the three. Lance doesn't want to admit that he likes looking at her, but he does. A lot. It's not the radiant beauty that Allura just projects, it's something he likes more. She's home to him.
He pushes back her hair, wondering what she would look like with long hair. Would she still look like herself?
"Damnit, Pidge, stop making me like this..." he mutters.
"Mhmm?"
Lance nearly jumps back from a mumbling Pidge.
"Oh. Sleeptalking again."
Too much shit in her brain. It never stops. She's non-stop.
"Like...Lan..."
"What?"
"Like Lance," she says, this time much more clearly. And that startled Lance, because it was obviously the truth spell! Pidge is never that nice to him in real life.
What if she meant it differently?
What if she means it like he does?
What is she...?
"Like Lance how?"
Lance holds his breath.
"...I...don't...know."
~~~
Pidge doesn't remember anything save for blurry memories of a night-lit Lance looking at her with eyes more tender then she'd ever seen.
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