Where My Armor Ends
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Summary:
A series of one-shots.
Current Chapter:
Shiro works up the courage to speak to the Black Lion. Atlas has some problems with that.
Excerpt:
This was the entrance to the Lions' hangar.
Shiro had both every reason and no reason at all to be here. Atlas was his ship, and there was nowhere off limits from him. It was a strangely freeing feeling, after years of first Garrison living, then his captivity, and finally feeling like a guest aboard a royal vessel. This was his, and he knew every inch down to the bolts. Shiro hadn't helped build her, but Atlas lived in the back of his mind. He knew her.
But he wasn't a paladin. At least, not in the way that had him don the armor and step into the lions. He was Captain of the Atlas, not the Head of Voltron. So he had no more business snooping around in this hangar than an Admiral would going through his personal vehicle back at the Garrison.
Except…
Well, it was a little more complicated than that.
Besides, Shiro couldn’t lie to himself and say anyone would mind. If he dared to ask, to breathe his vague plans into reality by speaking them out loud, he would have been encouraged to do this. Keith, at the very least, would have pushed him to try.
After all, he'd asked Shiro to try flying again several dozen times on the way to Earth.
Shiro had always, always said no.
Tonight, for the first time since Allura had pulled him from the lion, Shiro thought he could say yes.
