#battlethought

        For once her laptop wasn’t in hand, just a simple book. An old book on Altean engineering that Pidge found in Allura’s personal collection that she’d been given free reign to. The Paladins all had the day off to relax and recharge, so of course that meant Pidge was still doing something remotely intellectual. And when she reached what she thought was going to be the empty lounge, of course it was a pleasant twist that her lion was lounging on the couch. Of course Pidge was going to sit with her.

        They’d all been traveling and fighting a lot lately. No mission, whether diplomatic or dangerous, was going to be completely safe. The lions may be laced with quintessance and virtually indestructible, but that didn’t mean they didn’t need rest periods too to recover just like their Paladins did. As soon as she’d sat down, Pidge’s hand was reaching to bury in her lion’s fur and give her some much deserved attention. She knew what her lion liked her to do, so it was done. Soon enough her fingers curled to start scratching the crown of her head and smile as her lion reacted accordingly.

                           “ Pidge---oh, Green, ”

if not the Paladin herself, the LION she was bonded to was an IDEAL second option ; 

                  “ Lance taught me this !”

Yellow had been told it was an action typically made by feline creatures back on Earth, and being similar to them himself, the Lion should KNOW it. 

               He’d been eager to learn,                       and now eager to SHARE---

paw raises, batting weakly at the air as he balances on remaining three ; with the move comes a word, one he’d been told was IMPERATIVE, otherwise the motion was POINTLESS. He doesn’t know what it MEANS, but he trusts Blue’s Paladin ;

the castle was quiet, lights dimmed in the darkened cycle the alteans & humans all had agreed to, a poor imitation of ‘days’ & ‘nights’ the paladins had known all their lives. it was in the silence that blue padded toward the other hangers, checking up on her siblings despite the limp she herself carried. they all had taken damage in their last fight & despite pidge, hunk & coran’s help, they still needed time to repair their own damages.

satisfied with how the others were faring ( for now ) blue made her way to green’s bay, easily finding the other in the darkness. carefully she eased down beside her sister, nudging her in silent question.

why do you write like you’re running out of time?

send me 🔳 for my muse to give yours a nickname in my muse’s first language || Accepting

so easily does she pounce upon her sister, excitement pouring through her very core. she cares not for personal space, a concept foreign to one such as they & doubly so for her.

              ‘Lance said he taught Yellow already; look, you do it too!”

& promptly lifted a paw, maw gaping in a strange semblance of a smile,