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Drifting.

He’s been doing that for a while. He wants to fight, to do something, anything to try and ensure his own survival, but he’s just... out. Out of energy, out of luck, out of will. He’s been running. Surviving. Dodging capture. He knows he can’t fix anything. He doesn’t have the power base he used to have. He doesn’t have access to the Alteans any longer. He’s fairly certain Haggar has gotten to them. There’s no way she passed up on such an opportunity after her pet was revealed.

It’s all his fault. As usual. But he universe is striving on, somehow. Still, reparations need to be made. There’s no order now. Everything is chaos. Nobody is safe.

All he’d wanted was peace, and now the universe was in turmoil.

Eventually, something he’s come to call a “cosmic nudge” bumps his ship and he blinks at the screen, watching the sudden change of scenery, and then shrieks as he realizes he’s crashing through the atmosphere of some planet. Fuck. The scans say it’s mostly water. Quiznak.

He braces for impact, for death, but somehow, he hits a large swatch of land instead of water. Dry land. There’s buildings nearby. He’s jarred, but relatively unhurt. The harness buckle is stuck, though. Unfortunate.

There’s no way his entry went unnoticed, and he’s not sure the air is breathable. He’s not sure he’s able to tell the computer to run scans, either. He hasn’t talked in years... He’s almost afraid to hear his own voice.

Seeing the convoy in the distance as it races towards him, he takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, trying to think of what he could say. Or do. He wants to stay alive. Maybe. But what does he say?

As his ship is pried open, he get a good look at one of the people  who’s here to take him in, his eyes widen, mouth goes slack with shock.

The Castle had the best bathrooms. Beyond a doubt.

No matter where the Paladins stayed, no matter the highly advanced alien races that greeted them, for Allura, there was no contest between the basic showers in their provided rooms and the beguiling bubbles, deep basin, and dimming lights in her favorite bathroom.

On this diplomatic visit, like all the rest, she snuck from her guest quarters to her lion, then from her lion back to the Castle, thinking the Paladins were long asleep and she’d have the ship to herself.

She could dress in her favorite silky robe, brush her hair until it was shiny and smooth, and… rummage through the drawers Lance thought were secret.

Too bad he had the widest selection of hair products, the yummiest smelling face masks, and bath bombs galore.

Smiling with giddy delight, Allura plucked a raspberry bomb from his stash. The tub was already full of piping hot water, filling the air with clouds of steam and fogging the mirrors. When she dropped the bomb in the water, the fruity scent joined the steam, curling around her.  

Perfect. Allura stirred the water a few times, helping the bath bomb dissolve. The bubbles turned a satisfactory color of pink and she straightened up, undid her robe, and let it drop to the floor at her feet.

She dangled a foot over the tub’s ledge, meaning to test the water— the squeak of the door opening made her freeze.

Quiznak. Of all people. “Lance?!”

Allura gawked at him, then the bath, then the drawer she’d left open with his things clearly torn through. She tried to feign innocence, but it was no use.

“This… is not what you think it is?”

Lance groaned as he threw his towel onto the bed, night clothes already on, noticing that he left his book in the bathroom he kept all the good products in, after all no one else used them so why wouldn’t he move them all to a top secret bathroom.

With a small sigh he moved to leave his room, shutting the door quietly behind him as he made his was back to the bathroom. Of all the books to leave it had to be the new one he got from the last market they stopped at, a basic in different space languages.

Opening the door he meant to just grabbed his book but stopped and let his eyes go wide as a very naked Allura stood in front of him, looking her up and down he only saw the drawer filled with his things open out of the corner of his eyes. Shaking his head he glared lightly, trying not to look down again.

“Oh really?” He raised an eye brow, willing his body to not move and do nothing as he spoke.

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You got 6! Our muses haven’t seen each other in ages. When they reunite, my muse is so overcome with emotion that they kiss yours, for the first time.

Being separated from the team without a functioning lion was an unsettling feeling. Being alone, really alone, made Lance panic and at the same time gave him a lot of time to think. But he was completely overjoyed to see the Blue Lion coming to his rescue. Lance boarded the Blue Lion after tethering Red to Blue and gave a bright smile at the sight of Allura. 

Lance wasn’t sure if it was because he was alone for so long or just because he wasn’t thinking but he immediately ran over to her, picking her up from the seat and spinning her around.

Keith had never stopped fighting.  Not from those early days when he’d realized there was nobody he could trust.  Not when Shiro had stepped into his life and changed that.  Not when the man had vanished.  And certainly not when Keith and the others had found both Shiro, the Blue Lion and gone barreling off into space.  

With a grim determination in his eyes, he hadn’t stopped fighting when the Galra had dragged him from his cells.  He wouldn’t give them anything.  Would die before he gave them anything.  A cold voice promised he’d wish for death before the end.  

After that, everything was a blur of pain and fear.  Pain and fear and eventually a hazy, indistinct figure with warm, worried blue eyes that swam in and out of his vision.  Keith could barely croak out a response, voice dry and raspy, hair hanging limp in his eyes as Allura half-carried, half-dragged him through a desperate escape.

And then the pod.  Everything awash in red as the emergency readings flared powerfully strong, the hull battered, as the cosmic storm raged around them.  Keith groaned softly, violet eyes dark with pain, his pupils dilated, breathing short and raspy.  He couldn’t focus his gaze on her at first.  It wavered up there, over her shoulder.

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★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

Answered!

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

In general- just about all of history, it’s one of his favorite things to learn and talk and write about. More specifically, though, Shiro loves writing about early space exploration, seeing how far things have come and enthusiastically researching those who got him to where he is today long before he was born. 

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?