[Closed] Pride of Lions

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Who: Allura diplomacycheck, Alfor alchemisted, Keith focusedroar, Lance thegoofball, Shiro galrarm.
What: Aftermath of the ash and age changing.
When: Late April
Where: Cottage #1 Isle #3
Warnings: Probably language. Some swearing will happen.



[Catch all for everything post ash that’s Voltron cast specific.

Some over due conversations as well. Toss up your top levels for what you want to have go on!]

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[diplomacycheck]

[Ears wiggle slightly, picking up the noise even though she otherwise doesn't budge. Allura would place the weight distribution and the silence of each one if she didn't also remember the difference ten years had made in them. It throws her off until he sits beside her without a word.

She recalls being closer to everyone, remembers allowing them to see how she truly feels without hindering herself. To discover it was all a lie...

It's a silent promise she starts to work towards that she doesn't entirely freeze at the weight of Keith's hand on her shoulder, both of them still shaking with quiet sobs and hitches in breath. She longs to hear Coran's voice, but-]

I know. [She says so quietly to hide the hints of frustration and anger as much as possible. It isn't aimed at him. It never will be again.] I just...

[The sting is too fresh again. Her people still suffer from Lotor's actions somewhere. They aren't free nor even aware that his perceived role as their savior is a farce. And here, they were all toyed with. Again.

She lifts up her head a little at first. It's enough to show some of the tears the fur didn't catch. Allura looks to him for a moment and nips at the inside of her lower lip, and her eyes say it all: she feels like she's missing something, too. It's a fight with herself to hide it again that she barely wins before turning to him fully and hugging him.]

I'm sorry, Keith.

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[He turns so he can wrap his arms around her and let her hideaway against his chest. They were toyed with and he doesn't like it. Allura's tears spark anger in him. It isn't the Roaka's fault.

But he feels frustrated at his lack of ability to comfort her. The shadow of his older self reminds him in fragmented memories sometimes all someone needs is a shoulder. Or a chest to cry on.] I'm sorry too.

...it's not the Roaka's fault but. [But he's still angry and he knows she is too.]

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[She accepts the gesture and rests her forehead on his shoulder as she buried her face there. She hates it when others see her like this. She's supposed to be a ruler, capable of forming a calm mask despite what might be brewing beneath the surface. She's found lately both here and back in their reality that isn't the case. She hates it, and she hates being toyed with even more, but what choice did they have in this particular case? It feels like it had all been taken away, and yet... how could that be if it never existed in the first place? And perhaps, that is what stings the most. And knowing what that meant for Keith and Shiro...]

I know. [It's such a quiet thing, but the angry undertone is there.] Believe me, I...

[She gently fists the cloth of Keith's shirt with both hands.] -had words for them when I emerged as I was when I was a child.

[Enjoy the mental image, Keith. Allura going on one of her lectures with the appearance of a six-year-old. Even she'll admit it hilarious in hindsight. When she isn't angry for all of them. Quietly, she adds:] ...I want to be as okay as I thought I was in regards to showing you all how I feel, and yet... even saying that feels like a lie.

[Especially since she'd started to have feelings for someone, but has never said anything after realizing how much another of their friends meant to them.]

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[Anger boils inside him. How many ways will they be toyed with before its enough? He presses his face into the top of her head and listens. There's nothing he can do to help.

Just be there, his older self's memories whisper to him again. It's enough to be there.

Well, he's not going anywhere.] Think of it as a goal. You know how you want to be, build the plan and the path to get there. It doesn't have to be what we saw. It can be better than that.

[There is something he can do. He'll do it. It won't take much and finding a stone for it that works could be...fine.] We'll be better than those people we seemed to be.

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[It's a mystery, and one she really rather hopes is answered quickly. Especially in regards to tugging at certain desires she knows won't come to fruition. Not for a long while, and not all of it here.

What worries her the most is that she doesn't remember the role Lance has in that future. It's all hazy at best, and she hopes that means at least in that potential reality that he's happy with Mira. Doesn't help to calm her concerns, however. Even as she wonders if he recalls him mistaking her for a fairy queen.

But a goal, huh. She could work with that. Plans kept her relatively sane after she awoke in a future foreign to her. They'll do so again. Slowly her grip loosens, and she begins to calm. The anger and general upset don't abate entirely, lowering instead to a manageable calm. Quite a lot needs to be sorted out in order to make a plan of any kind. She nods the once.]

We will. [It's a promise as much to him as it is to herself.] Have you spoken with Shiro yet?

[Because of all of them who'd been messed with the most... The concern for them outweighs her own worries about what those memories whisper to her of.]

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[Keith runs his hand up and down her back in a calming manner. He waits until her grip loosens before he picks up the Phoenix feather with leather cord and beads. He weaves it into her hair until the bright feather and beads hang down just above her ear.

He takes another feather and beads from his pocket. He weaves it into the other side. It soothes the fury just a bit. Phoenix feathers and Allura go together well. He pauses to answer.] He’s alright. We haven’t talked about what happened yet.

[He adjusts the weave a little one side.] We will. We’ll work it out. We’ll all work things out.

[He nods once then makes a satisfied noise and draws his Marmora blade.] Take a look.