Drabble Fics
Prompt:
Lonely Walk
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Lonely Walk
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
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Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
Warning: Unless otherwise noted, all Drabble Fics should be considered Rated PG-13 (or up!)
Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
"Lonely Walk Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"Darkness Before the Dawn"
by Mylari
"Weathering the Storm"
by Mylari
"Life Lessons: Perspective"
by KittyShan
"All Shook Up"
by Yoshi
"I Walk Alone"
by KittyLynne
by KittyCaro
"Darkness Before the Dawn"
by Mylari
"Weathering the Storm"
by Mylari
"Life Lessons: Perspective"
by KittyShan
"All Shook Up"
by Yoshi
"I Walk Alone"
by KittyLynne
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DRABBLE USING "LONELY WALK"
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Please Note: KC has written a short series through her drabbles.
If you'd like to read KittyCaro's "Wolf" drabble series,
the following is a list of the reading order.
Drabble for Howl
Drabble for Lonely Walk
Drabble for Sleigh
Drabble for Starlight
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #1
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #2
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Please Note: KC has written a short series through her drabbles.
If you'd like to read KittyCaro's "Wolf" drabble series,
the following is a list of the reading order.
Drabble for Howl
Drabble for Lonely Walk
Drabble for Sleigh
Drabble for Starlight
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #1
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #2
Allura rose at the crack of dawn and went down to the kitchen, feeling as if she hadn't rested at all. She could not forget the black wolf that had visited her bedroom and smelled her hair and licked her cheek.
She was finishing her breakfast when she heard Elena the pastry chef discussing pies with her assistant, and offered to pick blackberries. "You will be able to make several tarts," she said, grabbing her pink pullover hoodie and a basket.
She made her way toward the lush forest and saw blueberry bushes. Someone has been here before, she thought. But there were plenty left if she reaches them with a long stick.
Soon her basket was filled with huge berries. Grinning, she said, "At least dozen tarts."
After eating another berry, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply the pine-scented air. When she opened them, movement close by caused her to stiffen. An animal had darted from behind one tree to another, so she grabbed the stick.
Keith strolled into the site, carrying a red backpack.
"Keith!"
He wore a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, calling attention to his broad chest. His hair was wet and slicked back from his face.
He walked over and stood in front of her. "Princess, what are you doing here?"
"Uh..."
He took her wrist. "Are you okay?"
The deep sound of his voice. The gentleness of his touch. The clean soap-water smell of him. He had probably bathed in the nearby stream.
"Y-yes," she replied. "What about you?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I went for an early walk."
"A lonely walk?" she whispered softly.
Keith smiled sadly. "You needed one too?"
Sighing, she nodded. "I couldn't sleep either," she said, retrieving her basket. "I came to pick blueberries for Elena."
For some reason, Keith found her declaration funny.
"You find this amusing?"
"You look like Red Riding Hood with your basket on your way to grandma's house." He tilted his head to one side. "Pink Riding Hood to be exact."
She laughed too. "And you're the wolf that wants to eat me up?"
He leaned in, smelling her hair and then touching her cheek with his lips. "If you let me."
She stared into his eyes and thought she had looked into those eyes before.
"Goodness, what beautiful brown eyes you have," she whispered.
He frowned, glancing away. "We're not alone," he growled softly.
"What?" she blushed hotly.
"Hunk, come out of there!" he barked.
A grinning Hunk appeared from behind the bushes, carrying a sack filled with apples. "How did you know?"
Keith glared at him. "I smelt you."
He lifted his arm and sniffed at his armpit. "But I just took a bath."
"And used strawberry soap," Keith went on.
Allura covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing at something he obviously didn't find funny.
And suddenly she thought Keith had a great sense of smell, like the sense of smell of a wolf.
She was finishing her breakfast when she heard Elena the pastry chef discussing pies with her assistant, and offered to pick blackberries. "You will be able to make several tarts," she said, grabbing her pink pullover hoodie and a basket.
She made her way toward the lush forest and saw blueberry bushes. Someone has been here before, she thought. But there were plenty left if she reaches them with a long stick.
Soon her basket was filled with huge berries. Grinning, she said, "At least dozen tarts."
After eating another berry, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply the pine-scented air. When she opened them, movement close by caused her to stiffen. An animal had darted from behind one tree to another, so she grabbed the stick.
Keith strolled into the site, carrying a red backpack.
"Keith!"
He wore a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, calling attention to his broad chest. His hair was wet and slicked back from his face.
He walked over and stood in front of her. "Princess, what are you doing here?"
"Uh..."
He took her wrist. "Are you okay?"
The deep sound of his voice. The gentleness of his touch. The clean soap-water smell of him. He had probably bathed in the nearby stream.
"Y-yes," she replied. "What about you?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I went for an early walk."
"A lonely walk?" she whispered softly.
Keith smiled sadly. "You needed one too?"
Sighing, she nodded. "I couldn't sleep either," she said, retrieving her basket. "I came to pick blueberries for Elena."
For some reason, Keith found her declaration funny.
"You find this amusing?"
"You look like Red Riding Hood with your basket on your way to grandma's house." He tilted his head to one side. "Pink Riding Hood to be exact."
She laughed too. "And you're the wolf that wants to eat me up?"
He leaned in, smelling her hair and then touching her cheek with his lips. "If you let me."
She stared into his eyes and thought she had looked into those eyes before.
"Goodness, what beautiful brown eyes you have," she whispered.
He frowned, glancing away. "We're not alone," he growled softly.
"What?" she blushed hotly.
"Hunk, come out of there!" he barked.
A grinning Hunk appeared from behind the bushes, carrying a sack filled with apples. "How did you know?"
Keith glared at him. "I smelt you."
He lifted his arm and sniffed at his armpit. "But I just took a bath."
"And used strawberry soap," Keith went on.
Allura covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing at something he obviously didn't find funny.
And suddenly she thought Keith had a great sense of smell, like the sense of smell of a wolf.
~*~
Darkness Before the Dawn
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 490
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 490
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Shading my eyes against the glare and harsh winds, I watch as the ship dwindles out of sight. I should head back to the castle, but I can't bring myself to take that first step yet. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I drop my gaze to the blood stained ground before me. The image wavers and blurs as I fight to hold back the tears. My knees buckle suddenly, leaving me hunched in the dust, the battle to control my emotions lost. I watch numbly as the droplets fall to the ground and mix with the blood, Sven's blood, creating a swirling, muddy puddle.
A hand on my shoulder reminds me that Lance has remained behind, my stalwart companion through thick and thin. I turn to him, his face mirroring the emotions that I imagine must be playing out on my own. His lips twist into a wry grimace as he studies me. "C'mon, Keith. We need to head back to the castle. The ship should be landing on planet Ebb soon," he manages to whisper, his own cheeks bearing dirty, wet streaks.
I nod silently, not trusting myself to speak yet. Rising to my feet I cast one more glance to the sky, straining to see the ship that has long since left Arus's airspace with one of my men aboard. Lance is right; I need to be waiting in castle control when Sven's transport lands and the doctors contact us with an update on his condition. The medics were grim, refusing to give any opinions about the severity of his injuries, but the looks they gave were telling enough. Refusing to ever meet my eyes, they transferred him to the ship with a cold, clinical manner that spoke volumes. They wouldn't dare say anything because they were unsure he would survive the trip to the hospital planet and didn't want to offer me false hope.
A sigh escapes my lips and I turn to make the lonely walk back to the castle. Lance falls into step beside me, offering what comfort he can through his presence. I take what I can from it, but this is the first time I've lost someone under my command. All I can hope for right now is that Sven's loss is a short term event while he recovers, but I fear the worst; fear that I will have to figure out how to be as effective with 4 lions as we were with Voltron. I don't know how I'll manage it, but I have to find a way. I won't let Zarkon regain his hold on this planet. As we near the drawbridge, I see the others standing before the entryway waiting for us. They all look to me, hope, trust, and faith reflected in their eyes. Somehow I'll have to find a way to make Voltron rise again, the entire planet depends on it and I refuse to fail.
A hand on my shoulder reminds me that Lance has remained behind, my stalwart companion through thick and thin. I turn to him, his face mirroring the emotions that I imagine must be playing out on my own. His lips twist into a wry grimace as he studies me. "C'mon, Keith. We need to head back to the castle. The ship should be landing on planet Ebb soon," he manages to whisper, his own cheeks bearing dirty, wet streaks.
I nod silently, not trusting myself to speak yet. Rising to my feet I cast one more glance to the sky, straining to see the ship that has long since left Arus's airspace with one of my men aboard. Lance is right; I need to be waiting in castle control when Sven's transport lands and the doctors contact us with an update on his condition. The medics were grim, refusing to give any opinions about the severity of his injuries, but the looks they gave were telling enough. Refusing to ever meet my eyes, they transferred him to the ship with a cold, clinical manner that spoke volumes. They wouldn't dare say anything because they were unsure he would survive the trip to the hospital planet and didn't want to offer me false hope.
A sigh escapes my lips and I turn to make the lonely walk back to the castle. Lance falls into step beside me, offering what comfort he can through his presence. I take what I can from it, but this is the first time I've lost someone under my command. All I can hope for right now is that Sven's loss is a short term event while he recovers, but I fear the worst; fear that I will have to figure out how to be as effective with 4 lions as we were with Voltron. I don't know how I'll manage it, but I have to find a way. I won't let Zarkon regain his hold on this planet. As we near the drawbridge, I see the others standing before the entryway waiting for us. They all look to me, hope, trust, and faith reflected in their eyes. Somehow I'll have to find a way to make Voltron rise again, the entire planet depends on it and I refuse to fail.
~*~
Weathering the Storm
(Drabble #2)
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
(Drabble #2)
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
A cold wind whips across the landscape, sending large snowflakes swirling around us at the base of the mountain trail. Peering through the hazy whiteness, I try to make out Prince Lotor waiting for me at the peak. I swallow hard, not really wanting to take the first step toward him. I glance at Keith, standing firmly beside me; his posture rigid, shoulders straight with no sign of fear or doubt in his stance. Drawing strength from his determination and my complete faith in him, I nod and begin my lonely walk through the snow.
I hesitate for a moment, wanting to turn back, to throw myself into Keith's arms, but I have to be strong, have to do what it takes to rescue my cousins. "Go slowly, Princess. Take all the time you can," he whispers. So, thrusting my shoulders back, I hold my head high and begin my slow upward trek. I stumble in the deep snow, my limbs growing numb from cold. Knowing that I can't give up, I get back onto my feet, determined to give Keith's plan all the assistance I can.
A soft hissing sound draws my attention as I near a rocky outcropping. I'm shivering, covered in show, and at first I wonder if I really heard the noise or just imagined it. Turning slightly, I search the snowbank, almost missing him. Keith stands before me, so covered in snow that I can barely tell him apart from the landscape. Holding one finger to his lips, he beckons me toward him. When I get near enough for us to touch, he merely whispers to me, "I'll take things from here, Princess. Head back to your lion and leave the rest to me."
He disappears into the storm, swallowed by the whiteness before I can react. I wait for a few moments, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he's up to, but it's no use. Following his orders, I return to Blue Lion, hoping that he hasn't gotten in over his head.
Once in the cockpit, I fumble with the sensors and scanners, willing them to give me a clearer picture. The storm clears for a moment, just long enough for me to see Keith on the ground, Lotor's sword pointed at him. My heart races and I can't breathe as the snow resumes and I lose the image.
"Keith..."
I don't realize that I've actually spoken his name until Lance cuts into my communications channel, his voice soft, warm, and compassionate. "He'll be alright, Princess. He's gotten through worse." But there is a hint of doubt in his tone, his own worry evident.
Then Lotor unleashes a robeast: huge, powerful, ugly. Tearing my attention from Keith's predicament, I concentrate on my own. With only four lions, this isn't going to be easy.
"Keith's in the Black Lion again," Hunk shouts and I thank the heavens, a huge weight lifting from my shoulders. With him back in the pilot's seat, we can't lose.
I hesitate for a moment, wanting to turn back, to throw myself into Keith's arms, but I have to be strong, have to do what it takes to rescue my cousins. "Go slowly, Princess. Take all the time you can," he whispers. So, thrusting my shoulders back, I hold my head high and begin my slow upward trek. I stumble in the deep snow, my limbs growing numb from cold. Knowing that I can't give up, I get back onto my feet, determined to give Keith's plan all the assistance I can.
A soft hissing sound draws my attention as I near a rocky outcropping. I'm shivering, covered in show, and at first I wonder if I really heard the noise or just imagined it. Turning slightly, I search the snowbank, almost missing him. Keith stands before me, so covered in snow that I can barely tell him apart from the landscape. Holding one finger to his lips, he beckons me toward him. When I get near enough for us to touch, he merely whispers to me, "I'll take things from here, Princess. Head back to your lion and leave the rest to me."
He disappears into the storm, swallowed by the whiteness before I can react. I wait for a few moments, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he's up to, but it's no use. Following his orders, I return to Blue Lion, hoping that he hasn't gotten in over his head.
Once in the cockpit, I fumble with the sensors and scanners, willing them to give me a clearer picture. The storm clears for a moment, just long enough for me to see Keith on the ground, Lotor's sword pointed at him. My heart races and I can't breathe as the snow resumes and I lose the image.
"Keith..."
I don't realize that I've actually spoken his name until Lance cuts into my communications channel, his voice soft, warm, and compassionate. "He'll be alright, Princess. He's gotten through worse." But there is a hint of doubt in his tone, his own worry evident.
Then Lotor unleashes a robeast: huge, powerful, ugly. Tearing my attention from Keith's predicament, I concentrate on my own. With only four lions, this isn't going to be easy.
"Keith's in the Black Lion again," Hunk shouts and I thank the heavens, a huge weight lifting from my shoulders. With him back in the pilot's seat, we can't lose.
~*~
Life Lessons: Perspective
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Warning: violence
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Warning: violence
Allura giggled as her mother tucked a sweet-smelling blossom behind her ear and kissed her nose.
"You look beautiful," the Arusian Queen beamed. "Now, are you ready to join father?"
"Yes, Mama!"
The queen took her daughter's hand and they made their way to where King Alfor was currently meeting with his cabinet. Coran, his oldest friend and most trusted advisor was just finishing up a presentation; he smiled widely when the young princess climbed into her father's lap and kissed his cheek.
"Brilliant idea, Coran," Alfor's voice was filled with admiration and appreciation. "I'd like to see more research before beginning such a massive undertaking. We will meet again tomorrow, I want everyone to bring their findings so we can make a decision about how best to proceed."
The room was filled with the hum of excitement as its occupants bade their Royal Family farewell for the afternoon and returned to their work.
Once the room was empty, Allura tugged on her father's sleeve. "Papa?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You're the King."
"I am."
"You don't have to talk all the time, Papa, you can do what you want."
"You must understand being King is a great responsibility, and no one should ever be given absolute power," Alfor hugged his child close. "You must turn to those you trust to help guide and advise you, for when you are Queen, you must govern justly, and there will be times when that is a difficult task. Be sure, daughter, everything you do is touched with love, for that will ensure your life shall never be a lonely walk."
"You look beautiful," the Arusian Queen beamed. "Now, are you ready to join father?"
"Yes, Mama!"
The queen took her daughter's hand and they made their way to where King Alfor was currently meeting with his cabinet. Coran, his oldest friend and most trusted advisor was just finishing up a presentation; he smiled widely when the young princess climbed into her father's lap and kissed his cheek.
"Brilliant idea, Coran," Alfor's voice was filled with admiration and appreciation. "I'd like to see more research before beginning such a massive undertaking. We will meet again tomorrow, I want everyone to bring their findings so we can make a decision about how best to proceed."
The room was filled with the hum of excitement as its occupants bade their Royal Family farewell for the afternoon and returned to their work.
Once the room was empty, Allura tugged on her father's sleeve. "Papa?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You're the King."
"I am."
"You don't have to talk all the time, Papa, you can do what you want."
"You must understand being King is a great responsibility, and no one should ever be given absolute power," Alfor hugged his child close. "You must turn to those you trust to help guide and advise you, for when you are Queen, you must govern justly, and there will be times when that is a difficult task. Be sure, daughter, everything you do is touched with love, for that will ensure your life shall never be a lonely walk."
~*~*~*~
"Lotor, my boy, it's important you learn this lesson now, I know it's hard but you'll thank me later."
"B-b-but Father," the ten year old prince fought to hold back his tears - he knew it would be an unforgivable sin to cry in front of the members of his father's court, yet he couldn't stop his protestations. "My Mother-"
"Your mother had outlived her use," Zarkon spared a moment to eye his young son. "You'll understand when it's your time to take my place as king. Love is a liability for anyone who rules."
There were murmurs of agreement throughout the crowd, who now stood around the body of the once Queen of Doom, watching as her life's blood ran onto the cold stone floor. Lotor fell to his knees, reaching out for his mother's hand.
"Get up, boy," Zarkon's voice was cold as he cleaned his wife's blood from the blade of a miniature sword before handing it to the prince. "This will serve as a reminder, son. Whenever you start believing you can have love and power, remember the day your mother forced me to slit her throat because she was foolish enough to believe the same."
When the boy stood and reached for the blade, his father offered one last piece of advice.
"Never forget, Lotor, being king is a long and lonely walk."
End
"B-b-but Father," the ten year old prince fought to hold back his tears - he knew it would be an unforgivable sin to cry in front of the members of his father's court, yet he couldn't stop his protestations. "My Mother-"
"Your mother had outlived her use," Zarkon spared a moment to eye his young son. "You'll understand when it's your time to take my place as king. Love is a liability for anyone who rules."
There were murmurs of agreement throughout the crowd, who now stood around the body of the once Queen of Doom, watching as her life's blood ran onto the cold stone floor. Lotor fell to his knees, reaching out for his mother's hand.
"Get up, boy," Zarkon's voice was cold as he cleaned his wife's blood from the blade of a miniature sword before handing it to the prince. "This will serve as a reminder, son. Whenever you start believing you can have love and power, remember the day your mother forced me to slit her throat because she was foolish enough to believe the same."
When the boy stood and reached for the blade, his father offered one last piece of advice.
"Never forget, Lotor, being king is a long and lonely walk."
End
~*~
All Shook Up
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Yoshi, Secret Space Mouse
Word/Theme: Lonely Walk
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Yoshi, Secret Space Mouse
"Garrett." Hunk stretched out the kinks from a few hours spent hunched over his drafting table. Wonderful devices, those communicators. As long as he answered his, he could spend his entire shift in his workshop.
"This is Castle Control, Sir. We have a White Lion situation."
Hunk drew a blank on the unfamiliar code until he recognized the reference. Right. The updated Castle Guard Operational Protocols. Lance insisted that they read them as soon as possible. "Who?"
"Elvis has left the building,"
"Where is he?" Hunk disguised his startled laugh with a question.
"Sitting at the base of the Black Lion Monument, Sir. Situation looks green."
"I'll handle it," Hunk said. "Guard Squad on standby. Do not approach unless there's trouble."
"This is Castle Control, Sir. We have a White Lion situation."
Hunk drew a blank on the unfamiliar code until he recognized the reference. Right. The updated Castle Guard Operational Protocols. Lance insisted that they read them as soon as possible. "Who?"
"Elvis has left the building,"
"Where is he?" Hunk disguised his startled laugh with a question.
"Sitting at the base of the Black Lion Monument, Sir. Situation looks green."
"I'll handle it," Hunk said. "Guard Squad on standby. Do not approach unless there's trouble."
~*~*~*~
It was a long, lonely walk from the Castle to the Black Lion.
Knowing that it was never a good idea to sneak up on Keith- or any of the Space Explorers actually- Hunk started singing, his voice loud and only slightly off-key. "Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising, Higher higher. It's burning through to my soul..." Much to Hunk's disappointment, Keith walked out to meet him before he could get to the hunk hunk of burning love part.
"You read the damned protocols Lance wrote."
"Haven't gotten to it yet, " Hunk replied cheerfully. "I just got the 411 from Castle Control. I will say though, I'm surprised you didn't beat Lance into a pulp. Elvis. Really?"
"Coran signed off on it. Lance spun a lot of bull about a legendary king."
"He got you good, eh?" Hunk laughed. "Hey, we missed you guys at dinner. Everything alright?"
"As good as it gets. The Kub's just as stubborn as his mother. He's going to be born when he's ready and not a moment before that."
Hunk chuckled as he was expected to. Keith would talk when he was ready and not a moment before that. He settled in to wait.
After a few minutes, Keith spoke up, "Look, words aren't my thing, so I'm just going to go ahead and ask you...If something happened to Allura and me, would you… could you… be the Kub's guardian?"
Hunk blinked. He hadn't expected this. "Umm…Like Coran? Is Allura onboard with this?"
"It was her idea." Keith said solemnly. "And before you ask, you're the best choice. Lance would be too visible. The Arussians wouldn't like having their heir raised on Pollux and well, Pidge can't go to ground and hide in plain sight like you can."
"I'm honored. My life in service to you and all that." Hunk said gruffly, thumping his friend on the back and nudging him towards the castle. "Now, Your Keithness, let's get back inside."
"Sounds like a plan," Keith agreed, ignoring the hated honorific. He turned to look at the Castle for a long moment before turning to Hunk again with a noticeably lighter demeanor. He lowered his voice and curled his lip, "Hunk? Thank you. Thank you very much."
Fin
Knowing that it was never a good idea to sneak up on Keith- or any of the Space Explorers actually- Hunk started singing, his voice loud and only slightly off-key. "Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising, Higher higher. It's burning through to my soul..." Much to Hunk's disappointment, Keith walked out to meet him before he could get to the hunk hunk of burning love part.
"You read the damned protocols Lance wrote."
"Haven't gotten to it yet, " Hunk replied cheerfully. "I just got the 411 from Castle Control. I will say though, I'm surprised you didn't beat Lance into a pulp. Elvis. Really?"
"Coran signed off on it. Lance spun a lot of bull about a legendary king."
"He got you good, eh?" Hunk laughed. "Hey, we missed you guys at dinner. Everything alright?"
"As good as it gets. The Kub's just as stubborn as his mother. He's going to be born when he's ready and not a moment before that."
Hunk chuckled as he was expected to. Keith would talk when he was ready and not a moment before that. He settled in to wait.
After a few minutes, Keith spoke up, "Look, words aren't my thing, so I'm just going to go ahead and ask you...If something happened to Allura and me, would you… could you… be the Kub's guardian?"
Hunk blinked. He hadn't expected this. "Umm…Like Coran? Is Allura onboard with this?"
"It was her idea." Keith said solemnly. "And before you ask, you're the best choice. Lance would be too visible. The Arussians wouldn't like having their heir raised on Pollux and well, Pidge can't go to ground and hide in plain sight like you can."
"I'm honored. My life in service to you and all that." Hunk said gruffly, thumping his friend on the back and nudging him towards the castle. "Now, Your Keithness, let's get back inside."
"Sounds like a plan," Keith agreed, ignoring the hated honorific. He turned to look at the Castle for a long moment before turning to Hunk again with a noticeably lighter demeanor. He lowered his voice and curled his lip, "Hunk? Thank you. Thank you very much."
Fin
~*~
As Allura made her way down the corridor of the Castle of Lions, the swish of her gown and light taps of slippers conveyed none of the trauma she felt in being under siege for the past twenty four hours.
The Voltron Force had sent Lotor's army packing after defeating the Old Witch's latest robotic monstrosity. They'd dealt the forces of Doom a severe blow that the evil empire wouldn't soon recover from. As always, victory had been toasted with her teammates, who were still celebrating as she quietly slipped away from the party.
No one knew. She never showed the fear she felt during battle, or gave any hints of the trauma and waking nightmares she had long after a battle was done. No one was aware the one way she'd found to set her mind right was to take a lonely walk to visit the crypt of her father.
Often his spirit spoke to her, offering solace and encouragement. Once again, she was that little girl who had a father watching out for her.
But he didn't always appear. And strangely enough, she was okay with that. In those times she was able to cry and rant about the devastation of her world, of having witnessed harrowing losses of life. Being able to express her horror and anger gave her a release from the almost unbearable weight of knowing she couldn't show weakness to the enemy, or to her people, who were counting on her to protect them.
She suspected her father stayed away to allow her to vent and gain strength for herself.
The double doors of burial chamber loomed above her. She paused a moment, wondering what she would- or wouldn't- find within the room. With her heart beating steadily and her shadow trailing in her wake, she pulled the doors open.
Light from the eternal candles within the room spilled forth, and bathed her form with an angelic glow as she continued her lonely walk to the crypt where her father stood, arms wide and smiling.
Allura blinked back tears as unbidden hope rose within her breast.
Someday, she wouldn't be alone on this journey. Someday, someone would find her.
Someday, this lonely walk would become a walk of joy.
The Voltron Force had sent Lotor's army packing after defeating the Old Witch's latest robotic monstrosity. They'd dealt the forces of Doom a severe blow that the evil empire wouldn't soon recover from. As always, victory had been toasted with her teammates, who were still celebrating as she quietly slipped away from the party.
No one knew. She never showed the fear she felt during battle, or gave any hints of the trauma and waking nightmares she had long after a battle was done. No one was aware the one way she'd found to set her mind right was to take a lonely walk to visit the crypt of her father.
Often his spirit spoke to her, offering solace and encouragement. Once again, she was that little girl who had a father watching out for her.
But he didn't always appear. And strangely enough, she was okay with that. In those times she was able to cry and rant about the devastation of her world, of having witnessed harrowing losses of life. Being able to express her horror and anger gave her a release from the almost unbearable weight of knowing she couldn't show weakness to the enemy, or to her people, who were counting on her to protect them.
She suspected her father stayed away to allow her to vent and gain strength for herself.
The double doors of burial chamber loomed above her. She paused a moment, wondering what she would- or wouldn't- find within the room. With her heart beating steadily and her shadow trailing in her wake, she pulled the doors open.
Light from the eternal candles within the room spilled forth, and bathed her form with an angelic glow as she continued her lonely walk to the crypt where her father stood, arms wide and smiling.
Allura blinked back tears as unbidden hope rose within her breast.
Someday, she wouldn't be alone on this journey. Someday, someone would find her.
Someday, this lonely walk would become a walk of joy.
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