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juniberries) wrote2018-06-10 11:20 pm
juniberries) wrote2018-06-10 11:20 pm
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"Greetings, this is the inbox of Princess Allura. While I am grateful that you have reached out to me, I unfortunately cannot answer you directly at the moment. But if you leave a message and wait a tick, I will surely get back to you!"
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he wants to sleep, truth be told, and ignore that today had ever happened. he should have never asked what happened to him (ignorance is bliss, so they say), but now that he knows, it cannot be undone. lotor spent a few hours feeling lost, angry, livid . . . but seeing allura approach produces a certain type of calm that washes over him.
a pointless calm. a temporary calm, maybe. a stay of inevitability. but she is here, which is more than lotor expected. perhaps he's not a lost cause after all. still, he makes no move to stand, instead speaking from his position sitting up on the wall: ]
The stars here make absolutely no sense.
[ he sounds a little tired, but he lets his eyes scan the skies. ]
They change at a rate that should be impossible, and yet, here they are.
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that, for all his avoiding of the full truth, he truly has nothing to hide from her. that she still trusts him, his intentions, his presence...
even if, finding herself in his presence now, walking towards the arena to find his familiar tall form sitting calmly on a broken wall, has her heart aching in an indescribably way. a way that brings her to pause, to steady her breath even as her heart pounds up in her throat, awash with feelings for him she still hasn't sorted out.
so caught up in her unresolved feelings, it takes her a moment to realize he's talking, referencing the stars above, and as she approaches the wall, she turns to look up, following his line of sight, looking from unfamiliar star to the next. when she speaks, she too sounds tired.]
When I first arrived here, I found myself looking to the stars at night, trying to figure out just where in the galaxy this place may be. [a pause, and she leans against the wall, leaving a foot of space between them.] I'm unfortunately no cartographer. But...I have noticed the same.
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[ murmured to himself, keeping his eyes on the sky, not quite looking at her. he's not sure why he invited her out here, or why he insists on prolonging this charade. they're on opposite sides of the spectrum, now.
he is as good as alone, here. but in this moment, he isn't alone. allura came to sit with him, which means something. even if tomorrow it means nothing.
he's silent, for a moment or two, still staring up at the sky. ]
But I suppose it proves nothing is impossible, including accessing frozen pockets of time, outside of the normal realms of reality. The amount of power concealed in this world must be immense; it's fortunate, that the Galra haven't been able to find it.
[ hopefully they never will. ]
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It makes you wonder how many places like this are out there. Beyond realities known. [her eyes open once more, and after focusing her gaze on a single star among the thousands, she finally turns to look at Lotor.
after weeks of avoiding him, she finally looks at him.
and quiznak, does it hurt.]
You... [her voice stutters a bit, and she glances away, shrugging her arms up as though she were cold.] You said you wished to walk?
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[ murmured, in response to her first statement, his eyes still on the stars. there are multiple alternate universes, and many he's discovered the linings of, in his research and travels. but lotor feels allura's eyes on him, and he glances toward her just in time for her to glance away.
it tugs at him, quietly. how she won't look at him, or converse with him. eager to change the subject, to move it along. to get to the point as to why they were here. but she was here, wasn't she? which meant something.
somewhere, anyway.
lotor eases himself off of sitting on the wall, landing on his feet gracefully. ]
I was planning on walking around the perimeter of the Temple before returning to sleep, if you wished to join me.
[ repeating why they're here, because it obviously isn't for any other reason. ]
Otherwise, I could walk you back to your dwelling, and resume my walk alone. Whatever you wish to do.
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composed. swallowing back whatever feelings may be rising in lieu of his easy, courteous manner of speaking.]
I do wish to join you. [her hands drop down, clasped before her.] Walking alone this late at night sounded...lonely; you can use the company.
[a pause. an indecipherable look. searching for an answer, a reasoning to why she agreed to join him, and her shoulders drop. a moment of vulnerability.]
As can I.
[because she's lonely. in a way that the others could not possibly understand. in a way that had made it so easy for her to fall for him long before she learned of his past.
she will not fall for him again, she is making certain of that. but...there will always be that pull towards him she's not felt with anyone else. their experience together on Oriande, it feels almost tethering.]