#vrepitsa

she always missed home.

grief still holds her tightly and she mourns just as fiercely. an inner conflict that black finds more troublesome by the day. a sense of loyalty and possessiveness that should not exist curls itself inside her chest, willing her to find HOME. so when the sudden change in lighting occurs, it puts her at ease with the familiarity. she was used to the lights of the castle, but THIS? this brought back a sense of yearning in her chest, a homesickness that she has not been able to shake since waking once again.

there was no reason for the change, but if the rumbling of an explosion was anything to go by, then something was WRONG by all accounts. even if it was something that made her reminisce in days of old. it only makes sense to go to the bridge, sword unsheathed and ready to strike. that is, until she sets eyes on who it is. black isn't one to hesitate, especially when it comes to the safety of her siblings and the princess, but she knows this galran. her blade stays by her side, a lapse in judgement for something her HEART cries for ( an irreturnable past! ).

❝ sendak? ❞

physical appearance aside, there was a more CONCERNING matter. one that makes her hair stand on end. because he shouldn't BE here, not if -

❝ you've changed ❞

sendak being miserable but in color

Allura has been pacing in shifts. She’d sit, for a tick, before she began to fidget. The emotions swirling in her chest demanded action. Allura could feel it in her arms. It surged up and down her forearms and her fingers, too. They kept bunching up into fists, but Allura was quick to flatten out her hands and smooth them against each other. She couldn’t give into such base urges as fury.

It was unbecoming of a leader.

However, Allura was caught on that brat’s—no, no, she couldn’t think of her allies, much less her paladins, in such terms—Pidge’s deplorable attitude. Was she a feral child? The other humans seemed to at least have some understanding of the authority reserved by a princess, whereas this “Pidge” took what could only be assumed endless glee in undermining any and every attempt Allura took to connect and direct.

It frustrated her. It made her angry. It made her want to act against the girl. It had already made her act against the girl. And Allura was endlessly disappointed with herself.

A good leader should know better. A good leader should’ve acted better. Yet, here she was, 10,000 years late to a war, and bickering with the supposed saviors of the universe.

Allura has jolted up to pace even more, when Sendak had finally indulged her. She blinked, having forgotten he was even in, and then cursed herself for being  so obviously torn.

“No, no.” Allura responded with a tight face.

“My father taught to be a diplomat. It is better to act than brood, and sometimes, the best action is inaction. I know this. I should be using this time to better strategize my approaches. I thought my mine were already MORE than appropriate, yet some would disagree with me. Perhaps it’s only due to their own immaturity, but.. No, no! I am beyond this kind of gossiping.”

She stared at Sendak, growing tighter and tighter in the face. She meant to be smiling bright and wide, but instead ended up with a sort of half-grimace/half-glare. Her voice started to flutter around the edges, too, as Allura struggled to not let her frustrations bleed into her tone.

@vrepit-sa​:  Breathes down the back of Shiro’s neck

     “ god-- ”

  jumping in ALARM at the sensation of hot breath on the back of his neck, some space is put between them as shiro WHIPS AROUND, fist at the ready. eyes fall upon sendak, however, and with a moment of hesitation, he relaxes. slightly.

It’s so much playing with his claws.

In, out, in, out-- All you had to do was press at the pads of his palms a little, then bam, you had a handful of little knives. They’re so pretty, except--

“Hey, Sendak?” She presses at his hand again, just to make them go in and out one more time.

     These thoughts, she kept pinned behind a neutral mask, a perfect blank with not a crease out of place to suggest any doubts she might have had about this particular meeting. Wounds from the Kral Zera were still raw. Tensions ran high from one end of the empire clear to the other. No one knew where anyone’s allegiances lay. But at least one thing seemed certain: their opinions on Lotor fell on roughly the same side of the fence.

     “Don’t tell me you summoned me all the way out here for a staring contest.” One corner of Gnov’s mouth twitched lower, just barely hinting at a scowl.