#theetaurea

I WANT NOW TOO

❝Yellow?❞ Lance calls, hesitant and unsure. Hunk has been in the healing pod for two days now, and Lance knows from experience with Blue what a toll that takes on their lions. The worry, the fear, all of it amounting. ❝I, uh, don’t know if you want to talk to me - or, listen, probably - but I figured, since I’m on my way to Blue--❞ He stops, runs a hand through his hair. 

can you write a starter, please? <3

that moment when yellow wants hunk to be alright and not harm himself and she just treasures him so much and she wants him to come back and not harm himself and she honestly will kill every galra or any other alien who will dare to hurt hunk ok bye i have feels and off to write a headcanon about this

          “Uwah—!”

   Point one. When someone is sitting with their nose practically buried in a book and a big frown on their forehead they probably aren’t paying attention.

   Point two. People ( things? ) who aren’t paying attention probably doesn’t enjoy surprises.

   Point three. Most people reacting to surprises make sharp movements which can lead to heads butting.

   Point four. Headbutting hurts.

2-3 word sentence meme

   CONCERN written upon its features, mouth thin and shoulders slouching along with the soft sigh. Yellow was a bright color, one easily seen in a crowd and brightening the room — and so was the lion. A cheerful soul with a smile that reminded the Green of pure LIGHT. She was the earth they stood on, solid and unwavering, unconditionally supporting the people above - friend and foe alike. The Yellow Lion was, to it, the very foundation of everything they believed in.

   Always putting others before herself, offering them love, kind words and a belief the Green Lion could never give to strangers. There was ADMIRATION for her — not always audible spoken but yet there in every action made around her. She put it at ease and on their toes all at the same time. Desire to protect her from those who would do her harm, to remain cynical when being offered help, to contrast her in a way where a lie to Yellow was a lie to Green.

   ( To be the vines protecting sacred ruins. )

          “Are you sure?”