it just occurred to me that many tumblr moots who dont know me on other platforms do not know my name. because i just never put my name on here. oopsie i forgor
my name is kit
now you can call me that because i think its easier to say instead of nocturnalpetals
Hunk shot her a flat look. “I’m positive. Once he gets some food in him, and rests, he should be fine.” He shrugged nonchalantly, handing her the bowl of steaming liquid. “The flu’s a common thing on earth. Just make sure he drinks lots of water, and stuff.”
Allura stared doubtfully at the strange broth. “Are...are you sure? He seems so unwell…”
A comforting hand rested on her shoulder, and Allura jerked her gaze upwards to meet Hunk’s. His brown irises were warm with sympathy, though to Allura’s bafflement, she thought she could detect a sparkle of amusement hiding there. “I promise,” Hunk said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make myself some dessert.”
Allura rolled her eyes, her lips twitching in a smile. She clutched at the bowl carefully as she picked her way out of the kitchen, her thoughts straying to the sick boy she’d left in bed.
A few days’ ago, Lance had started showing signs of being unwell. He’d brushed it off, of course, muttering jokes about ‘colds’, until today, when he’d shuffled out of bed, shivering and miserable looking. Allura had taken it upon herself to ensure he got well; she’d never seen any of the paladins get sick, and the thought of Lance taking a turn for the worse frightened her. Earthen illnesses were a mystery to Allura, and although none of the paladins seemed too concerned, she couldn’t help but fret.
She cradled the bowl and sighed. Well, merely standing here wasn’t about to help anything. Allura snatched a cup of water and made her way to Lance’s room, doing her best to not let either liquid slosh out of their respective containers. It was a little more difficult than Allura felt it should be; the broth was filled to the brim, and any wrong movement sent burning hot liquid trickling down her hand.
It wasn’t the greatest sensation.
Allura pushed the button to Lance’s door with her elbow and strode inside. The lights were dimmed, to facilitate sleep and alleviate the headache he’d previously complained of, and Allura could see a mound of blankets where Lance was supposed to be. “Lance?” she called softly. There was a moan, and the pile of blankets shifted. Lance’s head poked out from beneath them, his eyes bleary and unfocused.
“Hey,” he said, his voice gravelly and tired. Allura strode over to his bedside and placed the bowl and cup on the small nightstand.
“How do you feel?”
“Awful.”
A chuckle bubbled from her lips. “I see.” She reached forwards and brushed the back of her hand against his forehead, wincing a little. “You’re still quite warm to the touch,” Allura murmured. “Here.” She grabbed the broth and offered him a spoonful. “Have some of this. Hunk made it; he said it would make you feel better.”
Lance blinked, his face screwing up in distaste. “Thanks, ‘Lura, but I’m not really hungry right now.” He paused, coughing into his blanket. “My stomach is killing me.”
Allura frowned. “He made this especially for you, Lance. It’s supposed to be like one of your Earth-soups, he said.” She thrust the spoon into his face again, her lips drawing into a pout. “Please?”
He looked between her and the spoon, and sighed. “Fine,” Lance grumbled. Allura beamed at him, carefully spoonfeeding him the broth.
“This is pretty good,” he said sheepishly between bites. “It tastes a lot like chicken noodle soup from home.”
“It certainly smells delicious,” Allura said. She let her gaze rest on the ailing boy, quietly noticing the clouds brewing in his eyes. “Do you miss earth?” she asked. Lance sighed, turning his head.
“Yeah. I mean, how can I not?”
There was a beat of silence. The air was heavy around them, and pain squeezed at Allura’s heart. She could empathize greatly with Lance’s homesickness; she missed Altea every day. An idea spread through her mind, and she set the broth aside. “Tell me about earth,” she said. There was a rustle, and those ocean blue eyes blinked up at her again.
“What do you wanna know?”
Allura shrugged, not bothering to drag her gaze away. “Anything.”
Lance chuckled, his voice rough. He shifted so that he sat upright, propping himself up against a pile of pillows. For whatever reason, Hunk and Pidge had insisted upon providing the sick paladin with an excess of pillows. Allura didn’t catch a reason, but Lance didn’t seem to mind; in fact, he seemed quite comfortable. Aside from the fevered glaze and rumpled appearance, that was.
“Well, where do I even start?” He tilted his head, his face screwing up in thought. “There’s lots of different climates and stuff. I live by the ocean, so it’s often warm. Especially during the summer.”
Allura wasn’t familiar with earthen seasons, so this was new to her. She listened attentively, admiring the way Lance’s entire being seemed to light up when he spoke of his home. She wondered idly if she looked the same when she spoke of Altea.
“Summer time’s the best. There’s tons of festivals along the boardwalks, and we always get to stay up late and eat hot dogs and cotton candy and play games.”
“What is cotton candy?” Allura asked, baffled. “And hot dogs?”
“Cotton candy?” Lance laughed. “It’s only, like, the best festival sweet ever.” He waved his hands in the air as he spoke, his eyes sparkling. So much so, that he looked a little less feverish. “It’s like, air-whipped sugar, or something, mixed with colorful dye and wound up on a stick. It’s really sweet, and melts in your mouth.”
Allura raised a brow, trying to envision it. It was quite difficult, but based on Lance’s description, it was fluffy and colorful. “That sounds nice,” she said. Lance beamed.
“Whenever this is over, and we make it back to earth, I’m so making you try some. You’ll love it.”
At his proclamation, Allura’s heart skipped a beat. She smiled, reaching forward and brushing his hair out of his face. “I’d...I’d like that.”
This was from allurance week, that I never got around to posting. XD Whoops. Anyway, here, enjoy!
