princess of what?

i think i could have gotten behind allurance if allura basically wasn’t on the rebound. there’s a lot to think about here.

first and foremost, she was never given time to properly grieve. i believe i’ve already commented on this once before, but allura’s writing is... questionable in certain areas. i do not particularly like that she reacts upon feelings in certain situations and not upon logic, and her reaction to lotor’s seeming “betrayal” felt cheap to me as a result. she’s always been written like that, and it will never not feel cheap to me--as though it’s essential she has to act that way--because it’s like the plot or that particular story cannot progress if she doesn’t behave... well, impulsively, for lack of a better descriptor. allura is an intelligent woman and it doesn’t do her justice to have her be in her feelings on certain issues and jeopardizing everything else in the process. she is better than that.

but, let’s say that we keep this: that lotor is dead and she couldn’t go back for him. she didn’t properly deal with that situation whatsoever. do i think that she loves lance? absolutely... but not the way he wanted her to, and not the way he deserved. there are a lot of lingering feelings and thoughts, which is easy to discern when you think about how this season was handled, and i don’t feel as though lance should have been caught in the middle of that. lance had wonderful character development up until this point, he learned to handle his insecurities, and how to forge better dynamics with the rest of his team. he has grown a lot from season 1, and i was so incredibly proud of him. i think that allura and lance had a very solid friendship as the months and years progressed, and that if allurance was meant to be, it should have been written that way. it should have unfolded as episodes went on, it should have been obvious that it was intended. instead, we got jealousy from lance... and lance returning to his insecurities, and he deserved so much better than that, after everything all of them have been through together as a team.

i do not believe lotor was inherently evil like his father. rather, i believe that he was just morally gray due to his upbringing combined with his desire to be a better man, and that he believed his actions would justify the end result of re-establishing the altean way of life. i do not value how allura is generally written in regards to particular scenes, such as her inability to listen to reason when team voltron investigates the ship stuck in the wormhole or when keith was revealed to be half galra, thus i will be altering her reactions to situations in which she would otherwise act upon her feelings and not rational thought. in other words, i want to believe allura would listen to reason and hear lotor out, even though she would be severely angry with him.

a swift movement is made to INTERCEPT her attention. weight shifted upon the elbow that blocks whatever allura was working on previously.

❝ SO, has blue talked about me a lot since i’ve been gone ? ❞

lance has never been one for consideration on people’s work over attempts at distraction, it seems. normally allura would find it to be endearing, but she had been in the middle of important research she had been working on for a while before being interrupted  ( and this was definitely not the first interruption ), and she would much rather conclude her findings than indulge him in another one of these conversations.

it is a wonder that she speaks before he does, telling of how her hesitance is comparable with his own. he is tender in his affections, never pushing the bounds of propriety when it comes to what she intends to give. gentility is her staple, shown in the way her eyes smile as she does  ( enough to light this solar system, he thinks ).  there is no manual to prepare him for the rush that comes when she smiles at his expense, no instruction of what to do when her hand is clutched in his own. she is able and willing to aid in the discovery of this new and blossoming bond, petals scattered when she speaks.

❝ seems as though there isn’t nearly enough of that, ❞  he speaks in earnest, settling their hands upon his lap as if it is unnatural any other way.  ❝ perhaps there is room for change in that regard? ❞

her hand within the comfortable grasp in his lap increases its grip, softly, almost as though she is afraid he’ll let go. behind his seemingly blood-stained countenance lies a gentleness he once was berated for, by someone who should have loved him unconditionally  ( that must be why he is afraid to show this extension of himself, why he is afraid of the reaction from those who see; but, it is a beautiful thing for her to have the pleasure of witnessing ), and she welcomes it with open arms. it is a part of him she is enamored with, and a part of him he reserves for her alone. she wants him to understand how much value it has with her. ❝ now that one of our biggest obstacles is out of the way, perhaps there is. ❞ a sigh escapes her lips as she closes her eyes and leans into him, an effort to capitalize on the innocent bliss permeating their presences.

Allura: *kisses Lotor on the cheek*

Lotor: what is this

Allura: affection

Lotor: disgusting

Lotor: …

Lotor: …

their hands are gently intertwined, fingers clasped together with a hypersensitivity drawing attention to itself via the color of her cheeks. her hands are clammy, heightening the urgent nervousness creeping its way into her consciousness, and perhaps he is feeling the same way in the moment. in a cognizant effort to quell her nerves as well as his own, perhaps, he begins stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. it’s an endeavor she greatly appreciates, and it matches the softness of the exchange between them. allura’s heart is beating rapidly in her chest, the gravity of her feelings towards him seemingly expanding it by the minute.

❝ princess, ❞  he addresses her with utmost formality, a testament to the curiosity that needles his patience. she had acquired the knowledge of their ancestors;  something he could never obtain with  blood - sullied  hands. theirs is a gentility he is entirely too unused to, especially in the way the he seeks their knowledge but cannot comprehend the immeasurable power behind it. it contradicts everything he had ever known—  dishonesty, mistrust, and the feeling of pure abandonment    ( he is  UNWANTED ).    he’ll let the bitterness settle like bile within his throat, settling on the fact that he deserved this, and every possible power to gain the peace she desires. it is what makes her so incredibly admirable.  

❝ it pleases me to see that you were able to gain such incredible wisdom. perhaps it could be a key asset to rebuilding what was lost? ❞

she knows that there must be some sort of disappointment lingering within his contentment at her discovery, for he was unable to collect what she had been able to with her brush against the white lion. she wishes that lotor had the pleasure to experience what she had   ( he is a CHOSEN altean much like herself, after all ), and was able to collect all the knowledge of altean alchemy that she had been able to grasp. for now, she has to settle with being the only link between the remnants of their past and the progression of their future together as allies, and luckily for her, he remains objective to their primary goal. allura wants his assistance as a member of altean heritage, but also his assistance as someone who merits her sentimentality, though she isn’t completely comfortable to express that sentimentality just yet.