#kapricious

           ||.  currently working a schedule for the school year but school for me starts 8/10/2017 from 8:30 - 4:10 ( i get home around 4:40 to 5:00 ) i still have youth on Mondays &&. Wednesdays from 6:00pm to 10:00 and 4/5:00 to 8:30 - 10:00 PM EST respectively, so i likely will be EXTREMELY sparse on those days specifically. 

           For now, I will be scheduling posts to run throughout the school day (as i’m waking up early to have time to write them and do HW if i must) and after getting done what i need to get done I’ll be on here as often as I can be

         As this is my senior year I’m hoping that my classes will be relatively simple for me, giving me more time to not stress &&. do my hobby in peace, but we’ll have to see how it goes. :)

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                  She stares up at the lion ------ as glorious as it was in her youth, though her desire to be the HERO that would pilot it is gone.  A youth spent desperate to be a pilot, to be a hero, beloved by the paladins and loving them in equal measure.  The memories and her childhood dreams are tainted now.  What would be the use of fulfilling a dream only because yet another piece of her family is GONE?  But they will need the lions --- all of them --- to find Shiro.  AND THEY WILL FIND SHIRO.  They have to.  And that means if there is any chance that she might be able to take the place of a paladin, even temporarily, she must.  If Black will not have her, or if Keith chooses to take Black as Shiro wished he would, then that would leave Red to her.

★    ❛   Good morning   ,   Red   !    ❜    Arm raised   ,   a curt gesture  ,  wave hello before posture relaxed   &&   fingers fell to rest at their sides.    ❛   Ready to bond with me yet   ?   ❜

            “WHY do you have to be so DIFFICULT all the time, Red?”

        FRUSTRATION &&. RAGE broil in Shiro’s chest. but alone in her hangar, he doesn’t bother to hide it. It’s likely what she WANTS out of him, given how they had bonded, yet he still slams his fist against her carmine barrier. Such a stubborn, HOT-HEADED lion, she is. ( no wonder her first pick was KEITH. )

        “Now is NOT the time to be playing fun and games. Are you going to let me in, or not?”

            Shiro peers up at the red lioness with childish UNCERTAINTY in his eyes. Fingers curl at his sides, tension UNPLEASANT but unwavering, &&. he can’t help but feel that she is WATCHING HIM. ( JUDGING HIM. ) Deeming him worthy or NOT to be her pilot when her own Paladin is so settled in his new role as LEADER. one he had forfeited || had never been fit FOR. 

                           ( it’s for the BEST, right? ) he muses. ( someone has to be his stand in. )                                                              at least for now. ( ...he hoped. )

            Even the breath in his lungs rattled against Shiro’s       chest. Every inhale was a struggle, PANIC and FEAR rising in       the confines of his body, mounting higher. Shaking his core. Yet,       when his eyes snapped open, he wasn’t in danger, and the remnants       of the nightmare were already slipping from him, like the phantom       memories in the back of his head.

            Shiro sighed heavily, and wiped the sweat from his       brow even as he stood and managed ( somehow ) to stumble from       his chambers and to the castle’s hull where the lion hangars were       stationed. It was quiet there, yet his feet still pulled him onward,       past green and yellow and blue doors until his eyes caught on red.       Bold and proud RED. HESITANCE gripped him, sending a quick       glance over his shoulder, but Shiro pushed through it, hand resting       on the door just before it opened, his steps echoing on the metal       floors until bright, golden eyes peered down at him. And for a second,       it was strange to not be in Black’s hangar. The presence of his lion       was always a comforting one, ( at least when she wasn’t being       pulled into Zarkon’s clutches. ) but in this instance... He wasn’t       sure if her likening to SILENCE was what he needed.

“This is certainly new.”

Istus had seen many things. She’d seen all of the past, all of existence and every reality. But she always encountered oddities. Things that seemed like they didn’t belong, things that stood out, unique to their realities. Things like this. Certainly, she knew that it was possible to bind a soul to machinery, but not on this large of a scale, and not thousands of years old, as she could sense.