[ 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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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.