#ceruliion

   By this time, Keith feels as if he’s lost a bit of his sanity with the search. At

     first, Keith had an abundance of hope for finding Lance, they just had to keep

     trying. This hope eventually turned into desperation, Keith absolutely losing it

     as far as emotions went after months and months had passed without a trace

     of his boyfriend, his lover. It just felt like he’d lost a piece of his life and he

     was just...expected to move on. Keith, of course, never did, but he got good

     at faking it, even when they had a replacement blue paladin. Keith never did

     agree to that, never did get alone with the guy that much.

   It’s been about two or three years since he’s last seen Lance when it

     happens, when his eyes are bulging out of his head at just seeing that image

     of an older looking Lance. He’s stronger in bone structure, he’s taller, he’s...

     beautiful. Keith knows he’s changed, longer hair that he keeps tied up, a little

     bit taller, stronger bone structure too, but he could never imagine this. Lance

     was beautiful, and it was like seeing an angel, but Keith didn’t believe it. His

     mind had to be imagining something.

   “My mind’s gotta be playing tricks on me...Lance you’re--- you’re fake, right?”

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Frowning, Shiro fixed the slightly swaying Lance in front of him with a stern look. He was worried, immensely so. Getting back from space was hard- none of them had had too good of a time adapting. Lance, it seemed, had found his coping mechanism.

As with everything else it was as if Lance weighed nothing when he landed in Hunk’s outstretched hands. The yellow paladin was shaking out of worry and anger. He very carefully moved to let Lance down towards the floor. Hunk knelt so that his friend’s back could rest against his leg. “I got you.” Hunk murmured with a low motherly voice. With the lightest pinch of his fingers he took on of the IVs still stuck in Lance and pulled it out. When it was free he crumpled it up and tossed it aside before going for the next one. “Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m gonna take you home.”  Even if the water around them was making the yellow lion a bit anxious. At least it was pouring away.

There was no way of telling if Lance could hear him or not, but Hunk was too scared not to talk to him. All his attention was on Lance and the IVs. He had to get them out of him. The alarms were sounding much too loud. Hunk would have to continue later but for now he was concerned about how cold Lance felt. Naturally cold and not ice cold with power.

That was where he was when the Galra stormed into the room. Of course it was the Galra. Them and their druids. Probably run this planet to the near brink of collapse and then set up their lab where they could harvest the energy that was left into their sick little science experiments. Draining Lance and using him. Hunk wasn’t looking at them. He was busy stroking Lance’s wet hair back and making sure that he was breathing.

Things had gotten rougher without the blue lion to form Voltron. Lance was missing, presumed dead by the remains found at the---at the crash site. But Blue would not choose another paladin. Blue’d gone silent, cold and dark---the way Keith had said Red had been like on first contact.

Nose wrinkles behind her faceplate, scanning the dim area carefully as she raises her bayard for illumination.

“I don’t like this.” Even at a mumble, her voice was unnaturally loud to her own ears, even over the hissing of machinery. “Where is everyone?”

Shiro took a deep breath, about to say “no, absolutely not.” but Lance made a good point, so instead Shiro folded his hands together and sighed.

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Tensions were running high, that much everyone knew. Rumors of a coming war between the Galra and Alteans were hard to miss, what with the clear conflict of interest there seemed to be between King Alfor and Emperor Zarkon. Supposedly there was some kind of power struggle in the midst which involved the weapon VOLTRON they’d built together which but nobody was entirely sure.

They were just rumors after all, SIMPLE WHISPERS.

Of course, it’s not like it was easy for Kaerrade to catch these whispers when he was a Galra guard working at the Altean castle. He wasn’t the only one, what with the Galra and Alteans having forged an alliance and working so closely together, but it was clear the Alteans had started regarding him with a wariness that hadn’t been there before.

After all, if there were to be a war, everyone was expected to choose a side and Kaerrade was expected to choose HIS PEOPLE even if he had to reason to return to his planet.

HE LIKED IT HERE. Liked the fresh air and fair weather- if one could ignore the occasional boiling rocks falling from the sky. Spring mornings always came with the sweet smell of juniberries carried through the breeze from their fields just over the hill. It was nice, and Kaerrade had easily come to accept Altea as his new home when he’d been lost for so long without any ties to keep him in place.

Keith rushed Lance, going to sweep his legs out from under him. He grunted in frustration, throwing a punch after.