F A T E D .

           A heart made of glass. He wonders how children of war could ever cope but knows he’ll do his best to help. Shiro wouldn’t just leave Zee to fend for himself, he couldn’t, it wasn’t within his capabilities at all to do something like that. So he thinks to teach, to help ensure he’s comfortable and well taken care of. To make sure that he’s happy, as much as he can be, anyhow. A smile curves his lips and the paladin doesn’t mind the claws in the slightest. (Since when has he?) “I’ll teach you,” he hums the words and his unoccupied hand raises to gently tousle the other’s hair. How adorable, he thinks. “I’ll be depending on you in the future to help me out sometimes with it.” A continuous task and capability, to be able to do something and yet also to give him something to learn so he can grow.   

     Zee enjoyed the company of others, especially staying with Shiro.  Something about his aura made him feel safe and warm. He enjoyed how he was patient, and taught him things. Whatever it was, he always found himself at his side when he was upset or sad, “ O-Okay. I tr-trust you. ” he hummed, the noise turning into a small purr. He truly meant this words too. Shiro had done so much for him already, and he was just grateful for him.

          The state of things was perhaps one of the major reasons as to why she would regard polyps more so than anyone else with the care they needed. Though she herself would not bring one into this disastrous universe as it was, she would tend to any and all she came across be they Galra or some other species. Children were meant to be protected and well cared for, meant to be raised and treated with every bit of love. Though she had no idea how to go about raising one without a colony, she would no doubt give all her attentions to this one without hesitation. A smile curved her lips at his positive reaction to the idea and she nods with encouragement in her tone,”Then I’ll see to it, little one.”

Rest assured she would do what she could to learn right along with him. It’d hopefully be a fun experience for him and it would prove to be useful later on as well. His perking up at the mentions of sweets earned a chuckle and she couldn’t help the warm expression she wore for it,”Yes~ Though you can’t eat too many at once or it’ll upset your stomach, we can certainly have some and learn how to bake them ourselves!” Admittedly, she was certain whatever she made was going to come out a catastrophe at first but trial and error– she’d learn if it meant to benefit this adorable little one.

     The thought of being able to have something sweet had his tail going back  and forth quite happily. To be promised one or two would set any child up with happiness, “ M-Makes sense...I don’t want a s-st-stomachache. ” the thought of one made his ears shift down ever so slightly, but his tail still flicked happily, perhaps slowing in pace. Zee was just happy to have come across a nice  person such as her.

Ghosts

Your pain takes the shape of ghosts, haunting you, always there. No one would believe you if you told them, or understand even if they did. You don't know how to make them go away, or what they want. They just follow you, casting shadows over all you do, being your fears and the embodiment of all you've lost or are afraid of losing. 

          Ensuring the well being of a polyp would always be her first priority. A commander himself could be chanting orders in her ear and she’d probably just look at him with the threat of eviscerating him if he got in the way of tending to a polyp. She was an aggressive species after all and even more so when it came to the young. Though that certainly didn’t show in her bright smile as she was mindful of her claws that wrapped around the smaller hand. Gods alive, she’d fight an entire fleet bare handed already for Zee and rest assured she’d win. “How adorable you are! You know, not many regard my softness as a good thing but with your precious compliment I am hard pressed to believe it is.”

She took note of his timidness taking hold and reached out with her unoccupied hand to gently pat the top of his head,”I don’t mind in the slightest, little one.” Of course she didn’t mind, not in the slightest. She turned her eyes up and looked at which hallway they were in before pointing out the direction they needed to go. Better not pull such a shy one around haphazardly after all. “Well how’s about we learn together then? We can ask the cook if he’ll show us how it’s made and then try to do it ourselves after you finish eating. Do you think that’d be fun?” Of course she’d certainly be specifying something that required very very little time on the stove or oven so not to potentially get the kit burned. But with proper supervision she was sure it would be alright. “Maybe we can have him give us a recipe for baking some sweets.”

     He was a young child, but fully aware of the evils of the world. He’s witnessed first hand, and he’s always witnessed how adults could over looking the young ones. Zee has been stepped over, pushed aside many of times. It was to be expected given the situation of the universe. There was a war going on, far more important things than a small child. However, getting attention from adults time to time was something he cherished. More so when they were  positive ones.

       It was an understandable way of being, really. So long as it never began to feel like an obligation to do whatever was asked of him, Shiro was content to give Zee small tasks or the like to make him feel better. He smiled at the purr and straightened up when the other said he would like to come. It would give him a chance to spend some time with the kit and perhaps give the other something to learn as well. Extending his hand to the other, he flashed a brighter smile. “Great, you can help me with some fine tuning as well if you’d like. She’s doesn’t need much work at all but I think a little re-calibration will do wonders.”

     When given small tasks, he does feel better about his situation. To him, he  thinks they are rather important, and that’s all that matters. Soon enough he will learn that he has nothing to prove, he doesn’t have to feel the way he does.

      Zee reached up for the extending hand, taking it carefully. His claws could be a bit of a problem, and he wouldn’t want to hurt someone who was looking  out for him. Once his hand was around his, he gave Shiro a wider smile than he had done before. Amber hues were bright and filled with comfort.

     Zee didn’t move from his spot. He kept his knees close to his chest, and  his arms wrapped around them. His tail also curled around his legs as well. His ears kept pinned to his head as he slowly looked towards the female as she approached him. Zee slowly pulled back into his chair, afraid she might  be here to harm him. However, her careful approach and her soft voice told him otherwise. Still, he was hesitant. 

Send “You need to sleep.” to find my muse so tired they’re about to pass out.

     The young boy was sitting to himself, a glass of milk in front of him, eyes looking at it. He slowly blinked here and there, breathing softly. His knees wereup against his chest, tail curled around his body. He was tired, sure, but he wasn’t going to go to sleep so easily. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw their bodies, and he didn’t want to see them like that again. Zee would prefer tosee them how they once were when they were alive.

     Zee pulled his eyes from the glass as soon as he heard her voice. His shoulders rose as he took in a deep breath, and let them drop as he breathed out. The young one then shook his head a little.

     “ I…I don’t w-want to. ”

Send “You need to sleep.” to find my muse so tired they’re about to pass out.

     The young Galra slowly made his way down the halls, his hand sliding along the wall to keep himself up. He moved a bit stiffly, tail lowered, ears flattened against his head as well. What was sleep? Lately, it hasn’t came to him like itnormally should. His nightmares were back, and he hasn’t had them for a fewmonths. So, to avoid them, and didn’t go to sleep.

     His ears lifted, twitching as he heard a soft voice enter his ears. Zee stopped in his tracks to look at the female, and he let his ears fall back once again. Hisgaze drifted elsewhere, “ I can’t… ”

           Truly, he could never think of Zee as though he got in the way or was delicate. The kit had survived quite a fair bit and Shiro believed he was rather strong. He kept his warm smile, crouching down to be at an eye level with the other as he watched that tail flic about with amusement. Absolutely precious. “I’m glad to hear it,” he chimed, delighted that Zee was doing good and hoped to hear that time and time again. If he could make it happen, he would. So long as the smaller was doing well then that’s all that mattered. The soldier wanted to ensure he’d continue being good for as long as he possibly could after all.

“I was about to go and check on some of Black’s systems. Would you like to join me?”

     Doing as much as he can for the others was what made him feel a bit better about his own being. So, whenever they needed something, he would be sure to go get it for them. It was the least he could do. The young Galra looked at Shiro as he crouched down to his level. A low purr escaped him, one ear twitching, and his tail flicked once more. He was happy. Zee truly was. His up coming was horrid, but now, things were a lot more positive. He could slowly  forget and heal over the fact of his parents’ death, and find a new family to heal into.

“Thank you,” Aster replies, smiling behind his cup of water. Taking a few more sips, he sets the cup down beside him. It is obvious that Zee has become more and more comfortable. And as much as it warms his heart that the child has started to trust him, he can’t stay forever.

“I have to go to bed soon myself,” Aster confesses, “but I’ll sing you one more song before I leave. And I’ll visit you tomorrow, okay?”

     He settled in his spot, eyes looking up at him with curiosity and happiness. Though it will take him awhile to open up a bit, but he didn’t mind moving  closer to him. A low and soft purr espied through his lips, tail shifting to curl  around himself. Those ears of his were still perked as he listened to his voice.