let your loneliness lead

     Lance faltered, mouth hanging open the just the slightest as if he had something to say. If he did, he had no recollection of what, as Keith’s sharp response, blank with indifference, had pulled him up short. 

     ❝Wh- huh? Keith, are you for real?❞ Lance spluttered, fingers furling inwards, fists pressing against his sides. Indignation travelled across his limbs ; how could Keith be so unaware of their FRIENDSHIP? Then, confusion. Hadn’t Lance shown it enough? His gaze dropped, lips pursing. Shown it? Who was he kidding! All he did some days was antagonise Keith. That wasn’t exactly grounds for proving they were friends.

     ❝But you know I have your back, right?❞ DESPERATE now, to see how Keith could have missed the hints, ( far too subtle, Lance realised ) of Lance’s respect and genuine fondness for the other, Lance’s voice nearly cracked.      

     It wasn’t his fault Keith couldn’t recognise when Lance was truly arguing or when he was mucking around! 

                                                                                               ❝First of all, don’t punch me.❞ 

     Lance raised his hands, palms facing towards Keith. Taking one careful, measured step backwards, away from the mess of Keith’s jacket and food goo and knife - ( why did Keith have to carry that around so often? Lance could have died ) - he swallowed. It had been an accident. An unfortunate, wholly embarrassing accident that Lance didn’t even want to think about. He said as much, but Keith’s somewhat blank expression was, admittedly, freaking him out.

valilance:

♢ ┈┈ @wxterbonded

Ever since Allura had become her paladin it seemed Blue’s days were much more..boring. There was nothing against her paladin, I mean the yelling wasn’t necessary but they had gotten over that, and the only thing really left was to build up their bond a little more so they could fight together instead of against each other. 

Then there was the whole matter of her paladin was a princess who was constantly needing to do diplomatic meetings or work, so she didn’t really have time to spend around Blue in the free time they had. Blue wasn’t like the others, she couldn’t just sit and read or go train like her siblings she needed to be around someone and actually move. So to say the least that is exactly what she did before she became too stir crazy, and as she left to do her own thing Allura was still hung over the controls messing with the castles defenses and hadn’t even noticed Blue’s leaving.

She had missed Lance in these times, he would always amuse her with his jokes, practice new pick up lines, or even tell her about his life back on earth. She had huffed as she walked down the corridors of the building; she couldn’t have Lance back it simply wasn’t possible anymore and she needed to realize that, a mantra she repeated to herself over and over as she descended down the halls. 

     Feet dragging against the tiles, the pit of his stomach as weightless as the never-ending space outside, Lance wandered the corridors. Blue was not in the kitchen, nor was she in the training room. She wasn’t in the hanger and she wasn’t with Kaltenecker. Lance wasn’t surprised. In fact, he thought, it was perhaps time to stop kidding himself and time to head to where he knew she would be. To where they’d spent so long simply revelling in their bond.

     The door of the dubbed ‘Star Room’, a small observatorium-like space, slid open with ease. Quiet, familiar, much like the figure seated upon one of the couches. Lance’s heart swelled, waves of affection and misery and LOSS crashing through his body.

    ❝Never speak to me or my daughter again, thanks.❞ 

Running his hand lovingly across Kalte’s smooth, broad back, Lance turned his face snootily away from Pidge. His space cow -- because she was his, no doubt -- mooed and shoved against him gently. 

    ❝Who’s my good girl?❞ He cooed, nuzzling her face. He’d always considered himself more of a cat person, but cows were really similar to dogs, and he liked those too. Besides, Kaltenecker was one of a kind. His very own space cow, which was exactly why he was going to milk (hah!) his presumed ‘annoyance’ towards Pidge (which didn’t really exist, he just felt like being childish). 

     ❝Do you ever wonder if Allura just sorted us into our lions based on colour?❞

     Lance’s voice interrupted their training again, for the third time in as many minutes. It wasn’t really that much of a problem, considering at some stage their sparring had dropped from actual effort into lowkey lunges and easy deflections. Lance was too tired to bother riling Keith up, as well, and for some reason, Keith was letting him get away with the lack of effort. It was nice.

     Lance rotated slowly in front of the mirror in his room. Left, right, lips pursed, heart heavy. He ran his fingers down the red armour, a spare from one of the storage rooms. He felt wrong, awkward ... like the foundations of everything he knew was shifting. 

     ❝Red is not my colour,❞ he murmured, patting at his crimson chest. It didn’t take long for Lance to peel off the layers, feeling the pit in his stomach rise as his black undersuit came into view. His tentative connection to Red hovered warm, blistering at the back of his mind. He didn’t hate it, but the other bond ... the muted thread that connected him to -- to Blue -- 

     The only indication of Lance’s impeding arrival was the sound of his humming ; some obscure, hard to place tune that was just a little too loud to be ignored. 

♢ ┈┈ STARTER CALL 

At Hunk’s words, finally uttered into the open, Lance’s mood plummeted, further than it already had. He knew he’d messed up, though truthfully he had no idea of the gravity.