I understand that it had been due to whatever was in the air, and what we had been eating and drinking but I admit, I am glad that you...are also thinking of me in that manner. It had felt
[she doesn't know how to finish that sentence either, but]
If we did...I would like nothing more than to have you. Truly. I meant what I said. About being glad you are here, that you are a good man. I admire you greatly, Shiro.
I meant it, too. And you're beautiful. I'd be so lucky.
[ the thought of it is killing him. "to have you" - he would like it if she had him. any which way she wants him, really, the more he thinks about it.
but there's a reason the thought never even crossed his mind before. there's still a war going on, they have to be focused, and — he's not feeling very focused right now. ]
You are too. In an ideal situation, we could be... But we will never be in an ideal situation, would we? At least, not for a very long while and
I don't know. I am having difficulty ignoring this. Especially now knowing you want me the same way.
[it's killing her too, knowing that either here or back home it can't be...or at least, shouldn't be. not when there is no time to think about this, to dwell, especially when forming bonds like this could be used as a detriment.
but...
it's late at night, they're deep in space in a universe they both know little about and she feels very strange.]
[As she enters the room with a floating tray following beside her, she's half impressed and half...well, frustrated isn't the right word, but she frowns.
He looks absolutely miserable and his hair gives tell to his shower.]
[ Allura look like she doesn't feel like death warmed over and Shiro's really, really envious. She comes close and Shiro gives her a lopsided smile, self-deprecating. ]
[Look she may push herself to collapse when it matters, but she knows you don't get into a drinking competition with Coran.
She learned that young.]
I did not say mostly stay in bed, did I?
[He's lucky he's cute, because that frown wanes a bit as she approaches, floating tray coming right up beside Shiro. Flat bread resembling crackers (because they are. just crackers.) and bubbly water...and a bucket. as promised. There's also a hot mug of a soft pink liquid but she takes that for herself, sitting down at the edge of his bed.]
[ He makes it through two crackers before needing to finish off his water and just sit quietly for a moment, breathing through his nose. The showered helped him feel human and she's right, the food does settle his stomach, bit by bit. ]
Another reason Alteans are superior to humans, huh?
[ Shiro takes a long sip and gradually, slowly, leans his shoulder against hers once he's sure he won't squish her by melting. ]
[She quietly sips her tea as he eats, watching him out of the corner of her eye just in case he needed any assistance.
But for someone sounding and looking like death, he seems to be managing just fine. Her smile grows warm and fond as he leans into her, laughing lightly.]
I wouldn't say superior, it may just be biological. [She rests her free hand at his knee, patting him sympathetically.] Keith seemed to be able to hold his own for a bit longer than you and Lance.
[ Oh, don't remind him about how much Keith drank. He can already feel the hangover threatening at the edges of Keith's consciousness through the lion bond and he knows all of them are going to feel echoes of it through the day. He doesn't envy Keith that, no matter how much he can hold his alcohol. ]
Being part Galra didn't give him an iron liver or make him immune to hangovers, but hopefully it doesn't hit him too badly. How are you feeling?
[ Being reminded that lifting him is like lifting a bunch of grapes is something he's actually weirdly into so he doesn't cringe as much as he probably should. ]
Pidge is probably finally asleep or still awake but distracted. Hunk likely figured out last night that there was no way I'd be fit to run drills in the morning. The other two are probably going to be out for a while yet.
[ Keith, he trusts, to simply read the message and go right back to bed. ]
Still, I'll at least have the mice bring them all something to eat when they do all wake up.
[Convenient how there are four space mice for the four younger paladins.
She moves her hand from his knee, if only to brush back a lock of white hair from his forehead, which still feels a bit damp from his shower.]
As loathe as I am to see my team hungover, it was nice to see everyone unwind a little, even if it was a bit much. Coran was certainly having fun with your little contest. [A pause.] You owe him a ride in the Black Lion, by the way.
[ He's a little amused as he says it, leaning into her hand with a low, slow breath out. Post-hangover leaves him feeling gross, still a little fuzzy and like he's still over-warm despite his cool shower. ]
We'll see if he even remembers making me promise that.
[ Black'd allow it, though, and Shiro doesn't mind but the idea of driving anything right now makes his stomach twist. ]
Well, don't get particularly used to it. Tomorrow morning I expect everyone to be up bright and early.
[There's good humour to her tone, however, and as he leans his head into her hand, she lets herself linger for a tick. She feels an urge to fuss over him, perhaps because she so rarely sees him like this. She quite likes this sense of normalcy, that the team is tired from a night of drinking, and not over weary from battle.]
Oh, he'll remember. [She goes back to cupping her mug with both hands, taking a pointed sip.] He may be...older than he used to be, but it takes far more than alcohol to get Coran to forget a winning bet.
He'll be instructing you to barrel roll in no time.
[That is exactly where this is going. Even though she's not wearing her pajamas but again, you don't really need pajamas to sleep, and her nightgown is a gown anyway.
So says her tipsy logic.
As Keith settles in next to her, she takes it upon herself to shift closer to him, to lean her head against his shoulder.]
It is nice. And like I said I can arrange for everyone to get these sheets.
[Oh... Allura was going to lean on him. Okay. Leaning was fine, right?
Keith nodded a little stiffly.]
It wouldn't be a bad thing.
[It might help some of them sleep better. He knew that was something of an issue for all of them at times for various reasons... missing home, dealing with the stress of the situation, fears, flashbacks, lack of familiar food... it was all there. None of them really talked about it much, though they probably should. He pushed the idea aside for now, not really willing to open up about some of his own issues, let alone force others to open up about theirs.]
We could ask tomorrow.
[When she was feeling a bit more like herself and less "tipsy".]
[the look she gives him is wide eyed, hopeful, her longing look turning into a comforted one.
a future that is theirs...searching together for their people...it's a thought she does tuck away, to think it over, to hold onto a whole world of possibility following the end of this war and their shared hope of peace.]
You should join me. [she says this without actually realizing it could have a different connotation other than what she means.] We can have some tea, relax together until the others are up to figure out how to fix the leaks.
[ he leaves it to spin just long enough for the change in inflection to sink in, because there's a fine line between being good and being kind. but he smiles before the sting settles in, lazy and indulgent, sharing the joke. ]
I was under the impression that I already had.
[ see also: the voltron coalition; taking the black lion to the kral zera; all the banners he apparently printed within hours of retaking central command, bearing the sigil of their fathers' once-alliance. ]
[his 'punchline,' so to speak, gets a small laugh from her.]
You're right. You have already joined. [but she'll hazard a chance to reach and take his hand, holding it between hers and looking up at him, much like how he's done in the past with her. there is no doubting the connection she feels with him, the ease of this friendship after having been enemies in the past. there's their shared heritage and Oriande to thank for that.] Then how about you accompany me for some tea.
I also know Hunk has left a batch of Earthling cookies to cool down in the Castle's kitchen.
[ hand in hand. it startles him, a flash in nerve and eyes -- it is, after all, a child's gesture. but there's a quiet charm in the thought -- that she's endured sieges and still kept the muscle memory of something more than a mere soldier. the surprise passes; he tugs her onward, to an impromptu kitchen raid with his fingers laced with hers. ]
You do take care of each other, don't you.
[ it's a little thoughtful, and a thought worth considering. he tilts his head, naming them one by one to the open air. not that he doesn't have a sense of their names by now, but it's convenient to check. ]
Hunk is -- the yellow paladin. Pidge is the little one in green. And Lance is ... the one who wears your armour into battle.
[she can feel her heartbeat hitch as his fingers lace between hers, but thinks little of it, instead correlating that feeling to his thoughtful statement.]
We do. [it's said with a fond, soft smile, walking side by side with him now as they enter the elevator to exit the hangar.]
That is correct, though I would not necessarily consider Lance's armour to be mine. It's his, even if he pilots Red.
[she's still holding his hand as the elevator doors close behind them, and after a small moment of considering she lets go.]
There is Keith as well, even if he is now with the Blade.
Is it. I thought perhaps he might simply be wearing your color into battle as a mark of favour.
[ his hand flexes with the separation, but he leaves it unremarked upon. there's a finer network of topics to navigate: the links which bind voltron's paladins and the roles they'd once occupied before some seismic, still unspoken, shift.
he could ask more explicitly. she'd tell him. but it's always easier to let someone volunteer their own explanations. ]
The Blades of Marmora. I suppose you would need to send an emissary to maintain their alliance. They've historically proven resistant to -- [ a pause just long enough to choose and inflect his irony ] ... outside cooperation.
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juniberries) wrote2016-11-17 03:56 pm
[nsfw] some kind of eluvio au if the game never closed (@ bayarm)
I cannot stop thinking about what had happened on Bajikan.
YES GOOD
Maybe it isn't appropriate, but
I can't, either.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I admit, I am glad that you...are also thinking of me in that manner. It had felt
I hadn't felt that way in a long time.
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If we did
[ he doesn't know how to finish that sentence. ]
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[she doesn't know how to finish that sentence either, but]
If we did...I would like nothing more than to have you. Truly.
I meant what I said. About being glad you are here, that you are a good man. I admire you greatly, Shiro.
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And you're beautiful. I'd be so lucky.
[ the thought of it is killing him. "to have you" - he would like it if she had him. any which way she wants him, really, the more he thinks about it.
but there's a reason the thought never even crossed his mind before. there's still a war going on, they have to be focused, and — he's not feeling very focused right now. ]
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But we will never be in an ideal situation, would we? At least, not for a very long while and
I don't know. I am having difficulty ignoring this. Especially now knowing you want me the same way.
[it's killing her too, knowing that either here or back home it can't be...or at least, shouldn't be. not when there is no time to think about this, to dwell, especially when forming bonds like this could be used as a detriment.
but...
it's late at night, they're deep in space in a universe they both know little about and she feels very strange.]
The only certainty I have is that...I want you.
actionspam ( @ toebeans )
[She can admit it too, honestly. Well, not out loud, of course, but having a quiet morning isa nice thought.]
I will be over in a few ticks.
[...]
Along with a bucket.
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[ He's just gonna sit here and not move until he can stop regretting being awake right now.
By the time she's here, he's managed the world's quickest shower and is sitting in a pair of loose sweats, head in his hands.]
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He looks absolutely miserable and his hair gives tell to his shower.]
I thought I told you to stay in bed.
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I did, mostly.
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She learned that young.]
I did not say mostly stay in bed, did I?
[He's lucky he's cute, because that frown wanes a bit as she approaches, floating tray coming right up beside Shiro. Flat bread resembling crackers (because they are. just crackers.) and bubbly water...and a bucket. as promised. There's also a hot mug of a soft pink liquid but she takes that for herself, sitting down at the edge of his bed.]
Here, eat up.
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It's fine, Princess. I'm sure everyone is happy about the extra hours to rest. They haven't had time off in a while.
[ He's not even going to sniff that thing she has because he knows better. His stomach would rebel. ]
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gossiptalk to Keith about it, should it come up.She takes a casual sip of her pink drink which is very tasty thank-you-very-much.]
You're right, it was a long time coming. Regardless of the fact that it's mainly because you and the others cannot handle Altean spirits.
[There's a bit of a sly smirk.]
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Another reason Alteans are superior to humans, huh?
[ Shiro takes a long sip and gradually, slowly, leans his shoulder against hers once he's sure he won't squish her by melting. ]
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But for someone sounding and looking like death, he seems to be managing just fine. Her smile grows warm and fond as he leans into her, laughing lightly.]
I wouldn't say superior, it may just be biological. [She rests her free hand at his knee, patting him sympathetically.] Keith seemed to be able to hold his own for a bit longer than you and Lance.
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Being part Galra didn't give him an iron liver or make him immune to hangovers, but hopefully it doesn't hit him too badly. How are you feeling?
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[Because like it or not you Earthlings are light compared to certain other alien races like the Galra.
And even Alteans. To some extent.]
But I will make sure everyone has something to eat and drink. You were the first to respond to my message.
[She takes a pointed sip of her tea, pauses for a moment of playful consideration, and then:]
Me? Why, I feel fine.
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Pidge is probably finally asleep or still awake but distracted. Hunk likely figured out last night that there was no way I'd be fit to run drills in the morning. The other two are probably going to be out for a while yet.
[ Keith, he trusts, to simply read the message and go right back to bed. ]
I haven't done that in... well. A while.
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[Convenient how there are four space mice for the four younger paladins.
She moves her hand from his knee, if only to brush back a lock of white hair from his forehead, which still feels a bit damp from his shower.]
As loathe as I am to see my team hungover, it was nice to see everyone unwind a little, even if it was a bit much. Coran was certainly having fun with your little contest. [A pause.] You owe him a ride in the Black Lion, by the way.
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[ He's a little amused as he says it, leaning into her hand with a low, slow breath out. Post-hangover leaves him feeling gross, still a little fuzzy and like he's still over-warm despite his cool shower. ]
We'll see if he even remembers making me promise that.
[ Black'd allow it, though, and Shiro doesn't mind but the idea of driving anything right now makes his stomach twist. ]
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[There's good humour to her tone, however, and as he leans his head into her hand, she lets herself linger for a tick. She feels an urge to fuss over him, perhaps because she so rarely sees him like this. She quite likes this sense of normalcy, that the team is tired from a night of drinking, and not over weary from battle.]
Oh, he'll remember. [She goes back to cupping her mug with both hands, taking a pointed sip.] He may be...older than he used to be, but it takes far more than alcohol to get Coran to forget a winning bet.
He'll be instructing you to barrel roll in no time.
when u heck up ( @ shitshow )
Who says I'm fishing? It's simple curiosity.
But tell me more about yesterday. Although I can arrange for the other two things you've mentioned.
@ tempredmental
So says her tipsy logic.
As Keith settles in next to her, she takes it upon herself to shift closer to him, to lean her head against his shoulder.]
It is nice. And like I said I can arrange for everyone to get these sheets.
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Keith nodded a little stiffly.]
It wouldn't be a bad thing.
[It might help some of them sleep better. He knew that was something of an issue for all of them at times for various reasons... missing home, dealing with the stress of the situation, fears, flashbacks, lack of familiar food... it was all there. None of them really talked about it much, though they probably should. He pushed the idea aside for now, not really willing to open up about some of his own issues, let alone force others to open up about theirs.]
We could ask tomorrow.
[When she was feeling a bit more like herself and less "tipsy".]
@ disestablish
[the look she gives him is wide eyed, hopeful, her longing look turning into a comforted one.
a future that is theirs...searching together for their people...it's a thought she does tuck away, to think it over, to hold onto a whole world of possibility following the end of this war and their shared hope of peace.]
You should join me. [she says this without actually realizing it could have a different connotation other than what she means.] We can have some tea, relax together until the others are up to figure out how to fix the leaks.
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[ he leaves it to spin just long enough for the change in inflection to sink in, because there's a fine line between being good and being kind. but he smiles before the sting settles in, lazy and indulgent, sharing the joke. ]
I was under the impression that I already had.
[ see also: the voltron coalition; taking the black lion to the kral zera; all the banners he apparently printed within hours of retaking central command, bearing the sigil of their fathers' once-alliance. ]
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You're right. You have already joined. [but she'll hazard a chance to reach and take his hand, holding it between hers and looking up at him, much like how he's done in the past with her. there is no doubting the connection she feels with him, the ease of this friendship after having been enemies in the past. there's their shared heritage and Oriande to thank for that.] Then how about you accompany me for some tea.
I also know Hunk has left a batch of Earthling cookies to cool down in the Castle's kitchen.
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You do take care of each other, don't you.
[ it's a little thoughtful, and a thought worth considering. he tilts his head, naming them one by one to the open air. not that he doesn't have a sense of their names by now, but it's convenient to check. ]
Hunk is -- the yellow paladin. Pidge is the little one in green. And Lance is ... the one who wears your armour into battle.
im so sorry i thought i responded ages ago omg
We do. [it's said with a fond, soft smile, walking side by side with him now as they enter the elevator to exit the hangar.]
That is correct, though I would not necessarily consider Lance's armour to be mine. It's his, even if he pilots Red.
[she's still holding his hand as the elevator doors close behind them, and after a small moment of considering she lets go.]
There is Keith as well, even if he is now with the Blade.
np np!
[ his hand flexes with the separation, but he leaves it unremarked upon. there's a finer network of topics to navigate: the links which bind voltron's paladins and the roles they'd once occupied before some seismic, still unspoken, shift.
he could ask more explicitly. she'd tell him. but it's always easier to let someone volunteer their own explanations. ]
The Blades of Marmora. I suppose you would need to send an emissary to maintain their alliance. They've historically proven resistant to -- [ a pause just long enough to choose and inflect his irony ] ... outside cooperation.