#hugati

Mephisto was feeling like he was at the end of his rope. He and Praxina just got back from Ephedia after Gramorr had “explained” to them what sort of failures they were. Again. His ribs hurt as if an Earth version of Rhino had repeatedly slammed into them. This time there was a bruise on his cheek as well. But it was nothing compared to Praxina.

He tried to comfort his sister with his usual jabs and stupid remarks but this time all he got in return were hisses and even more belittling. She really took personally that last defeat. Usually their boss would go easy on Praxina, his favourite student but not this time. It caused her to be extra prickly. And he felt like he needed a little bit of comfort. 

He couldn’t go to Iris, he didn’t trust her that much and her pity would sting him more than any spell blast Praxina would cast on him if she found out.

There were also questions which he had about what he saw on that other Ephedia. The mirror Ephedia Praxina called it when they reported to Gramorr. Questions generally needed answers and the only place he he probably could get them was Hugo, the Not-His-Father... Problem was Mephisto wasn’t sure how to find him. 

After a whole day of search, looking into every possible and impossible nook and cranny, Mephisto returned home, sore and completely bummed down. 

“Why do you look like when someone steals your dessert?” Praxina glared at him from her corner, covering her yellowing bruises with make-up.

“I was looking for something,” he grumbled flopping down on his designated corner of the cave.

“Why didn’t you use the scrying mirror?” She asked completely baffled by his stupidity. They had magic for a reason.

Mephisto blinked that point dawning on him. He even made a surprised ‘o’ face, making Praxina huff, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she went back to perfecting contouring. Her brother meanwhile brought up a small scrying mirror, and flipped through it looking for Hugo. 

“Aha!” he shouted triumphantly getting up on his legs, then hissing and folding in two when his ribs and other various bruises reminded him about themselves. “I’ll be later.” he hissed out to his sister and teleported away. He landed seconds later on a balcony of Hugo’s apartment, knocking down on window to be let in, face smooshed against the glass.

Argyle wasn’t certain he’d heard Ati correctly. He froze mid-bow, shooting her a nervous look. He’d been trying to stay out of the way, but the Queen had caught him off-guard.  “Uh, pardon me, your Highness?”

After being groomed from childhood to become an officer, Argyle jumped at the chance to become a scout when it was offered. It was only supposed to be a temporary thing, a few deca-phoebs at most, but Argyle wanted to be a pilot so badly that he didn't care. His father allowed it in hopes that it would give Argyle some confidence and experience, making his eventual transition to commanding officer a smoother one. His partner was a strict, unfriendly type, but Argyle was more interested in flying than making friends anyway.

They never picked up any signals, until one day they did. They found a pretty little planet with seven moons that sent their equipment crazy with readings. They weren't Voltron signals, or anything else the ships' computers recognized. It was more like a surge of very strange Quintessence than anything else. Before hey could report it, however, their ships were caught in a freak solar storm that scrambled their signal and shorted out their computers. The turbulence threw them helplessly towards the planet.

Argyle tried to get control of his ship while his partner's burnt up in the atmosphere. He barely managed to avoid the same fate, but the crystalline blue of an ocean was rapidly approaching.

"Come on, come on, please..." He fought against the malfunctioning controls. Somehow, he got the ship aimed at the shore instead out the middle of the sea. By then, it was too late to do anything else except brace himself.

The small Galra vessel crashed violently into a beach, not far from a series of sea caves. Argyle's last thought before the impact was one of gratitude that he wasn't landing on the rocks.

send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one:

immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on Hugo, and Ati quickly joins in

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes Ati does, Hugo immediately goes to make them for her

sends the other unsolicited nudes Before Hugo went blind, Ati would. Now she sends him audios instead. Ati gets blurry dick pics back and she just giggles.

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt Hugo would despite being very competent in battle. He doesn’t even know what Karate is.

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops Ati does and then she criticises them and compares them to Hugo’s baked goods which are infinitely better in her opinion. Hugo just wants to know why he’s suddenly lost his wife.

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit Both, they’re terrible

killed the guy (also, which hid the body) Hugo killed them, Ati helping him hide the body

wears the least clothing around the house They both do bc they’re terrible and like to tease each other. Ati especially since Hugo won’t even notice unless he touches her and then it’s a matter of guessing how long she’s been almost naked