#hackrvoice

hfhsjfjen i have like 104 for pidge and i made this blog 2 days ago. i have no life,

be violent, I dare you // @hackrvoice​

The STING of her hand against his cheek startles him, and Shiro staggers back a little. Well – He should have thought, before laying a hand on her shoulder – but more than anything, he’s simply startled. Not angry, not even annoyed – Simply a little… WORRIED.

He thought over his words cautiously, not sure if he should even say anything. It was his fault, and that’s why all he came up with was a simple APOLOGY.

❝No, not quite,❞ Shiro hummed, shfting under the pillow that was pressed to his thigh. Pidge had sat herself down beside him and, over time, wound up settling into Shiro’s broad form. Not that Shiro minded, you understand – It felt homely. That and, well – to see Pidge looking so lethargic and tired, it made his heart twist a little.  ❝I have some in my room. I hid them away so Lance wouldn’t use them all for his skin-care routine.❞

With a laugh, Shiro began to squirm out from under the pillow, and he stood from the common room couch, gazing down to Pidge for a moment. Poor kid. He sighed, and as promised, retreated to his room to dig around the cabinets.

The green lion has fallen.

Red had felt the green one’s agony the moment the blast struck her. It had shaken Red to her core, causing a momentary feeling of dismay to flood her. This was not how things should have gone. They weren’t supposed to lose. She knew it was possible, of course. Red wasn’t so naïve as to think that they were invincible in their youthful stages. As well as things were going, she had known that this battle wouldn’t have been their last. The Galra had grown too mighty, and they were far too resilient to lose everything in one battle.

But for the green lion to go offline like that??

This was no ordinary shut down, and as Red blasted herself along the tumultuous terrain of battle; she was certain their situation was dire. They could not form without the green, and if they could not form they could not win. They would lose, and their paladins would die. Her gaze swept hastily across the field, searching for her own paladin among the sea of war and death. She could sense his adrenaline, it was in part what pushed her in the direction opposite from him. She needed to check on the Green–to keep the Galra from capturing them.

She can feel the electricity in the air long before the buzz is heard. They are powering up an ion canon once again. If the Green is hit once again it will be her end. The green paladin is not safe. She is out and screaming, beating frantically at Green to try to get her back. She must have been ejected, thrown when Green was first struck. The Green one must have made a last ditch effort to save her paladin. 

Red’s systems flare with warning, the ion canons glare is vibrant now. She does not falter, swooping in to scoop up the small one just moments before the blast rocks her frame. Its force flips her, sending her rolling. She skids and bounces upon the terrain, red warnings flaring up in the cockpit with different system failures. Her mechanical limbs feel wrong, weak as she regains her stance. She hobbles back in front of the green, same old tenacious beast. If she is hit again, she will join the Green in comatose, of this she is sure. Yet, despite this, Red remains. A growl is offered in challenge, though it is weak. She is uncertain of most things, but one thing is for sure:

Shit. What had he just done?

There was blood - alot of it. At first, Shiro wanted to hide away from that (too many memories associated with the red, coppery substance) - but there were more pressing matters at hand. Specifically, the Paladin writhing in pain before him.

❝Shit –❞ It’s the only thing he can think to say, before he’s lowering himself to eye level with the other, hand on her shoulder. ❝I – I’m so sorry. Take your hand away, okay?❞ He cautiously pulls away her hand, attempting to survey the damage as best he can. He knows what a broken nose feels like, and the knowledge that he put Pidge through that makes him feel ill.

❝Maybe – Coran will be able to help?❞ One thing is clear: He’s panicking. His hands are shaking fiercely, and his eyes are darting round, trying to find something or someone - anything that could help.