princess "let's get in formation" allura (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
juniberries) wrote2018-06-10 11:20 pm
juniberries) wrote2018-06-10 11:20 pm
inbox | acata
voice | video | chat
"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!"
no subject
there's a part of her wishing that Lotor could have had the same, but she knows even reaching out to her here from before she became corrupted would not have changed what has already happened, and in Lotor's mind what is to come.]
I just want you to understand where he may be coming from. That Shiro may see a kinship with you. [she's making baseline assumptions. but again, they do have that thread of Haggar, and the fact that this is the topic their argument was about--] I know you may think things differently, but Shiro is not necessarily someone who shows what he truly feels when something troubles him.
[like a certain someone she knows.......who she's talking to right now...]
no subject
[ it's said sharply, the words falling out of his mouth before he can really think to consider what he is saying -- and the moment he does say it, there's an immediate stab of regret in his chest, because while it is true, it isn't necessarily why lotor doesn't want to talk about it.
whether it is fair or not, honerva is his responsibility. and while haggar and zarkon were going along their merry way, conquering the galaxy, torturing people, and attempting to murder the paladins of voltron, lotor was exiled, and away from the throne. avoiding it, attempting to place what happened to him, and allowing anger to build within him while he worked to resist against what zarkon had built. and who had invited him back to the empire? who had placed him upon the throne? haggar, the manipulative, psychopathic, arrogant witch -- his mother, who he should have stopped long ago, and he did not.
why? to avoid killing her? his mother was long since dead, but allowing her to live had been his greatest mistake. and it, in addition to his own stupid mistakes, likely led to his own death.
there's a silence, after that, before lotor draws in a deep breath. ]
I cannot provide support for something that I have no idea what . . .
[ ugh, feelings are hard. ]
She purposefully assisted in my exile, in my attempted murder, your attempted murder . . . the coup, and likely led to my death so she could seize control of the Empire herself. And I have not forgiven her for that, and I will likely never forgive her for that. I don't know where to begin, in listing off the atrocities she has committed in my name, and my family's name, to pursue her own power. She ripped millions of people apart to "protect me" without bothering to remember my name.
[ he needs to find peace within himself, about honerva, before he can even begin to share that experience with someone else who suffered through her horrific acts, but he can't quite put that into words. ]
The only comfort I can offer to Shiro is "at least you aren't related to one monster, let alone two."
no subject
how it had taken both her and Hunk to save him from her torment.
there's the temptation to snap at him in response to that, to rise in Shiro's defense for whatever reason Lotor's crass response rankled her, but arguing gets people nowhere so instead she bites her tongue.
she feels for Lotor too. the presence of her father is one she looks to day in and day out for guidance, and she can scarce imagine what life would be like had she grown up in Lotor's circumstance.
so she listens to Lotor speak, head bowed a bit, clearly not scouting the perimeter, as this was an excuse for Lotor to cease speaking with Shiro. she knows it, and there's no use pretending otherwise.
and after a moment's pause, she stops walking, moving to take Lotor's hand in hers, looking up at him.]
I do not believe Shiro is looking for comfort from you. I think...I believe that he's trying to find peace.
[a pause, and then she shakes her head, not wanting to put words into the mouth of another.]
I want you to find peace with this, Lotor. Not with Haggar, I cannot ask that of anyone, but with yourself.
You do not need to forgive her. But you've allowed so much hate to fester within you.
no subject
life would have been a lot easier, had he continued on his original plan. manipulate the paladins of voltron, get what he wanted, kill them, leave. it was such a simple plan, but he let himself get comfortable. and whenever he allowed himself to feel comfortable, he always paid the price. trusting people was a mistake, because inevitably, they always let you down.
still . . . allowing hate to fester within him is an apt way of putting it. he allowed his hatred of zarkon to propel him through the centuries, and he allowed his loathing of haggar to twist his mind into abject paranoia. he had found the tiniest shred of happiness, with allura, but his own decisions had robbed him of that, too. and what became of him, at home? likely nothing. death, if he was lucky. madness, if he wasn't.
all because he couldn't just let it go. ]
I don't know if I can do what you ask of me, Allura.
[ finally, and while he doesn't tug his hand away, it's also clear he's only holding it to satisfy her, in his body language. it's an uncomfortable subject, and he's making an attempt, but he doesn't know what she wants him to say other than to admit that she's right. ]
I told you the truth, in what I wanted. I want the Galran Empire to be what it should be, not what it is. But it's obvious by now that whatever I envisioned it to be isn't what it should be. [ he pauses. ] I wanted to preserve the Altean people, because I knew Zarkon would stop at nothing to wipe them out if he knew they still existed. And I should have spent my exile doing that, and remained disconnected from the Empire, but I wanted my birthright. And the two goals became conflated when they should have been separate.
[ he runs a thumb over the knuckles of her hand idly. ]
But I never wanted to become either of them, and that is exactly what came to pass. [ another pause, and a slow exhalation that might almost?? be a laugh. ] And I am not entirely sure it is because of hatred, but you tend to be right more often than not.
no subject
and it's something she's attempting with him too. because it had been far too easy to hate him for what he had done to the Alteans. for keeping this knowledge from her, easy to throw comparisons between him and his father--
and it...truly is a case of a universe deserving of better. she saw the young boy on Zarkon's ship deserving better, sees the same of the man standing before her.
she brings his hand up, resting it against her heart. not forceful, but just...an affirmation of her belief in him. a belief she knows she may not get the chance to do were they to ever return to their universe.]
We can change that here. You are neither of your parents...despite what comes to pass in our own universe...
You deserved better than the environment you grew up in, but I know you can truly make things better if you work to let go of your hate.
[a pause, and then...]
Deep down, in my heart, I know you are a good person. That what's to come cannot happen here.
no subject
it's not that he's uninterested, really. he is, in every word she has to say, in every opportunity she gives him to better herself. but it's the act of trust, in allowing him in her space, in allowing his hand to be so close to her chest, to her neck, to vulnerable spaces where he could easily do her harm, that causes the weight to triple in his chest. she could say anything to him, and he would listen to her, but showing him that she is truly unafraid of him, and what he is, is what actually catches his attention.
every act of kindness shown toward him has been some level of manipulation. every moment haggar defended him, encouraged him to come back to the throne, begged him to take it back once zarkon fell ill . . . for what? to use him as a puppet, the same as zarkon? his mother and father never cared for him, because if they had, they would have let the war die, and raised their son in peace. but instead, both fell to their own hubris, and allowed lotor to suffer the consequences of their actions.
but allura, her kindness toward him was not manipulative. she genuinely believed in him, and that was a pill that was hard to swallow. and he knows, that having that trust and love ripped away from him, is something unbearable that he couldn't stand to take.
for the first time, he's started to piece together, what caused him to fall apart. he had an ounce of happiness, for the first time in his life, and it was ripped away. it would be enough to cause anyone to go mad. ]
Why do you have such faith in me?
[ it's said quietly. not moving away from her, or disagreeing with what she has to say. but an insistence on truth. ]
no subject
but things here are different. she's been given the time to think things over, and unlike what occurred at home he's not gone mad, and their fight had instead dimmed into mere kindling of what could have been a much larger fire, what had happened back home.
she trusts her friends at their word. is still angry at what Lotor has kept from her and done to their people, but...
she knows what anger and hatred do to a people. and she does not hate him. she cares for him. her fingers curl between his.
were it possible, she knew she would go back for him. she knows his fate, left in a rift, was not a decision she made.]
It is the same feeling I had when we stood outside Oriande. When everyone doubted what good could come of a place that seemed so dangerous...
[her voice trails off, and she remains looking up at him. even as her heart pounds in her chest. her gaze set with a soft determination, of someone who truly cares.]
It's a feeling that I know is right, that there is good to come. And I...always have faith in those I love.
no subject
a derisive laugh almost escapes his throat, before he has the common sense to bite it back. love. love is what got him into this mess to begin with. allowing himself to be open and honest with allura had put him into a position of vulnerability, which apparently led to his demise . . . in addition to stepping down the wrong path to begin with.
he should have never returned to the empire. he should have remained isolated, working in the resistance, to usurp zarkon from the throne. he should have never created the colonies . . . or, if he had, he should have never tread down the path that he did. it looked so absurdly stupid and selfish, now, in reflection . . .
since when had love become necessary, to operate in this world? since he had met allura, and since allura was taken away. and while lotor wants to be snappish, and tell her to do away with her manipulative nonsense, he can't bring himself to do it, because he knows that she speaks the truth. she is too kind to do otherwise. ]
. . . I cannot say the same.
[ finally, and he slowly detaches his hand from hers. but he does add a quiet addendum, and the slightest ghost of an attempt of a smile: ]
Present company excluded, of course; I have the utmost faith in you, Allura. But extending that faith, and love, to anyone else . . .
[ he exhales slowly, and folds his arms over his chest, an anxious maneuver, but he has to at least try. ]
At the risk of sounding pathetic, love has not been present in my life for tens of thousands of years, and I hardly want to make room for it now when every other attempt at showing kindness has ruined lives.
no subject
Allura's never been someone to give up on something. and with the weight of the loss of Akvos still weighing heavy on her, she cannot bear to think of there being an impossibility of love. even though she knows what Lotor says is partly the truth, that there was no love in his life. but...]
You can extend that love and faith I have in you, to yourself. [she has to try.] I know...what had happened to that planet you tried to help was horrifying. But I also know that kindness does not ruin lives. And you were kind, in the only way you knew how to be.
Zarkon would have destroyed that planet, those people, regardless of how you handled it. What happened was not your fault.
[and even though he pulled back from her, she reaches forward, to rest her hand at his bicep, keeping her presence physical.
there is a feeling in her gut that she knows what else is haunting him. it's the very thing that caused their rift in the first place. that broke their short lived happiness together. and while she knows they can never go back to what they once had, she knows ruminating causes more problems than solves them.]
And...what will happen, should we ever return to our universe, does trouble me. I cannot say I know what will happen with certainty, but we can do things differently here.
What you do here matters, Lotor.
no subject
[ it's not meant to be argumentative, but it almost comes out that way; a defensive tilt to his tone, as he responds. and he does not pull away from her touch, but there is a definite tension in his being, as he talks. delving into this is uncomfortable, and there's an odd tightness in his chest, as he continues. ]
Whatever comes to pass here cannot be brought back to our universe, Allura. You know, just as well as I do, what tampering with the Rift entails. What the void between the worlds does to people. What quintessence can to do a person's mind, if they are exposed to too much of it.
[ his words are careful, deliberate, but lotor does not need to provide examples for her to know who he is talking about. ]
My existence as myself is over, in our world. Regardless of whether or not I live, there is no coming back from what becomes me. And if I can go mad from overexposure to the void, then anyone can. I was born from it.
[ after all, honerva was pregnant with him, when she wandered into the rift. he absorbed the energy too, which is why (likely, anyway) he has lived as long as he has. but given she keeps pressing the point, lotor will be honest with her, and says (not quite as bluntly as he wants): ]
What hope is there in a hopeless situation? I am dead, and this is stasis. It may as well be a prison.
no subject
but she's grown from her mistakes. learned. and she swallows the impulse to instead focus on the tension she feels emanating from him. the strife.
and as he speaks, and as she listens, the ball of thread he keeps so tightly wound begins to unwind.
that he thinks his life is over. and her heart aches for him in knowing that, in their reality, upon their return...should it ever come, that it very well may be so.
and knowing that he deserved better. that perhaps, in a different reality, with a better father, a better mother, things would have been different. for him. for them.
but. they can only move forward from here. she can only see the present for what it is now. and she acts on the present, moving forward to close whatever rift there is between them, her hand gliding up his arm, to touch the side of his cheek, thumb resting beneath where the ghostly glow of where his Altean markings had once been. she has to rise on her tiptoes and bring his head down to meet hers, and she kisses him.
hard.
and with her hand resting at the nape of his neck, she pulls back to catch her breath, to look him in the eye.]
Did that feel like stasis?
no subject
and he had tried to accept it, he had. but it was hard, when the other members of voltron were here. tiptoeing around the truth. out of any of them, lotor only felt vaguely comfortable speaking to shiro, and even that had ended in a spiteful refusal to speak from lotor, to a man who likely was just trying to help. just like allura is trying to help, and just like with shiro, lotor is ready to bite, rather than accept the help. what did accepting help, and relying on others, ever do for him? it ended in ruin, just like this would end in ruin, and entertaining a stupid fantasy of happiness was only going to devastate him. again.
but then allura rests against him, and lotor is almost about to roll his eyes and tell her that he would rather face the demons of oriande again than receive a hug out of pity when her lips find his.
there's a split second of stillness, of freezing, as her mouth moves against his . . . and lotor responds in kind, inhaling briefly at the contact, an arm looping around her waist. it's familiar, and comforting, and remarkably thrilling . . . given their falling out, and her words to him, and his words to her, and their tiptoeing around obvious feelings and resentments and --
. . . and then it's over, leaving lotor feeling the need for more the moment allura pulls away, though her hand is still at his neck, and his arms shift, his hands settling easily at her hips. and his mouth opens, ready to deliver a retort purposefully designed to prove her wrong when he realizes that he has been beat.
and, reluctantly (with his cheeks tinging a slightly darker shade of purple, much to his frustration), he responds: ]
No.
[ UGH ]
no subject
that there exists another person she cares for that she cannot save.
but, here--
the kiss feels right, in a way it shouldn't, and his hands around her, then coming to rest at her waist, also feel comforting in a way she never thought she could feel again beside him. it's a familiarity few others could offer, and while it was her intent to snap him out of his moroseness, she feels no pride, no intent to "beat" him.
her own cheeks are dusted a deep shade of pink, and her hand moves from his neck to once again rest against his face, gazing up at him.]
What we do here is not hopeless. And what you do here matters to me.
[and then, she does pull herself into him for a hug, arms around him, cheek pressed to his chest. even through his armour he feels warm and...she missed this. try as she may have to forget what they once had, she knows she can't.]
no subject
the thought causes an odd twist in his chest. it's grief, he knows, and his breath catches the slightest amount as he allows himself to feel the tiniest amount of it . . . before he catches hold of it, compartmentalizes it, and puts it away, his lips brushing the top of her head in a soft kiss before he sighs into her hair. ]
I have long since learned not to argue with you, Princess. [ and then, a slight pause, before his hand finds her face, and lifts her chin to look at him, his smile soft: ] Well, not argue with you over much. And hopefully over nothing of consequence.
[ he pauses, then, before he dips his head to press his lips gently against hers, the movement soft and light, gentle, in contrast to allura's prior kiss. and he lingers, for the barest moment, before shifting to kiss her forehead, exhaling slowly. ]
You are truly the brightest light in this universe. [ it's murmured, before he pulls away just enough to look at her, eyes searching out hers. ] Regardless of what comes to pass, either here or there, I know that to be the truth. I did not know true happiness, until I met you.
[ and, for the first time in many months, lotor actually does feel a bit . . . lighter, as he says it. some weight has been lifted, though he isn't sure why. but somewhere, inside him, he knows he has something to work toward, now. even if it is vague, and abstract, he could accomplish something. even if it is just making sure allura is not disappointed again. ]
no subject
so her own expression is soft, eyes glossy and feeling overwhelmed from all the conflicting emotions she's feeling, but through it she manages a small laugh.]
We've done enough arguing. [enough to last a lifetime, it feels.
and before she can think things through, he's bending down to kiss her, a soft contast to hers, and she yields to it, eyes closing, remaining closed as he pulls away and his lips press warm against her forehead.
and she feels. a lot. heart aching at the truth in what he says.
knowing it's the truth. and when she opens her eyes, she finds his searching hers. and she holds his gaze. steadfast, determined.]
I wish you had a happier childhood. [she brings her hand up to rest at the center of his chest, curling her fingers against the plating. it's hard, finding the words to say. it's hard knowing what it is she wants to say.] But...I am...
[a pause.]
A part of who I am, is thanks to you. [without him, she would never have found Oriande. would have never believed her own potential. and he came into her life in a moment where she was at such an impasse, a paladin still uncertain of her role.
it's then that she pulls away, only to take his hand in hers, twining her fingers between his.] And I am truly glad we were finally able to talk.
no subject
this is temporary. all of it is temporary. and he wants to talk to allura about that, and explain it, and own it, but . . . ]
My childhood has nothing to do with it, it . . .
[ but he stops himself, there, allows his voice to trail off, and he sighs, inclining his head back toward the temple. toward buildings, and their homes. their temporary abodes, anyway. ]
Can we return to talk inside? Or . . . not talk at all, but I would rather not have someone overhear. Or stumble upon us.
[ he doesn't want to deal with the fallout, so to speak. ]