#coralfor

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50- punctual

Coran pulls his watch out of his pocket, cataloguing the time before looking nervously at the chattering crowd below him.

Alfor is due for his coronation in less than ten doboshes, and he's nowhere in sight. Coran very well knows the soon-to-be king's relationship with punctuality, and it is a strained one, to say the very least. It is his coronation, though, so perhaps this will be the day Alfor makes a miraculous change in manner.

He lifts his head up to the bright yellow of the sky and prays to all the 722 deities he can remember. Then he steps forward and clears his throat. The crowd hushes, waiting in anticipation.

"Hello, Altea!" He beams, spreading his arms out. "Today is a day of great joy and celebration, for it is the day that you all get a new king!" The crowd bursts into cheers, energy bubbling up.

He pauses, letting the crowd settle before continuing. "As you all know, our dearest King Loronel and Queen Astra have passed into the stars in the past movement. On this occasion, please stand with me for a moment of silence."

The world stills, and Coran hopes that this gives enough time for Alfor to arrive.

"Previously known as the Prince of Altea, Prince Alfor will today be taking his place on the throne."

Coran nods to the musicians, who raise their instruments and begin to play. He stands back nervously, foot tapping to the beat of the rhythm.

1, 2, 3, and 1, 2, 3, and...

Alfor strides out from behind the curtain, blue cape billowing from behind him, looking every bit the king he is meant to be. The crowd roars in approval, almost drowning out the music. As the royal historian begins to list the duties and responsibilities of the king, Alfor turns to Coran with a slight smirk.

"I bet you thought I'd be late, didn't you?" He whispers, leaning close. Coran smiles back, discreetly reaching out to squeeze Alfor's hand.

"Not at all, sire. You're very punctual."

Alfor chuckles, turning back towards the crowd. They're still holding hands.

JDS :《I'd like to also point that Coran's room had a picture of him and Alfor, which he keeps lovingly, sorta, over his bed at night.》

Actually, not only Coran had that picture of them together but also had one of Alfor alone hung on a wall.

The thing Coran misses the most about Altea is helping Alfor doing something this domestic.

Coran was in love with Alfor and Allura had two dads, you can't tell me otherwise.

As a side note, Lance already gave them a shipname. Bet Lance thinks a lot about his own celebrity friendship name with someone.

Coran: Well, Alfor and I -

Alfor: *elbows him*

Alfor, slain on Altea and left to burn with the rest of the their planet. Coran still wasn't sure if he was grateful he hadn't seen his oldest friend die or not. He doubted he would ever be sure. He could still remember the last time he'd taken this walk to the castle's mainframe, before sealing himself away in a cryopod, Allura already sleeping. The castle had creaked, and even though they had wormholed light years away after he'd sent Alfor back to Altea in a pod—a final embrace, Alfor's cape slipping through his fingers as the king stepped away—Coran could still feel the explosion, a dot of violent orange amid the darkness of space. He'd contemplated, in front of the database he was standing before now, after he'd typed in the coordinates for Arus and knew the castle's autopilot would get them there safely, just letting himself stand there and die. Starve. Everything he'd loved, the family he'd built for himself, his friend, his king, his sister, was gone. But then he'd thought of the princess waking up alone, and he knew he couldn't. Allura had pulled him back from the abyss. She always had. 

Hehe. Had to do it.

I am shipping so many ships AT ONCE