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[ladiesloveme]

princessences

Summary: An unknown force draws Lance to Oriande, thought to have been lost forever
Warning: s8 spoilers and breaking fucking hearts

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[ladiesloveme]

[ For years now, Lance felt an energy pulsing through him. The whole world felt different, in fact, since the last time he kissed the love of his life; and he understood even without needing it explained to him that it was a last gift Allura had left him. He could feel life at its very essence. Every living thing felt like a piece of her; he remembered crying after touching the grown belly of his pregnant sister. She made all of this possible again. Every year it seemed to grow stronger and he believed that it was just the quintessence she had left behind starting to settle into his unfamiliar body, until one day he knew it was not. He went to Shiro, a stern look in his eyes rarely seen before, and whispered with a crack in his voice: Take me to space.

Touching the castles crystal before launch surged the ship with energy before residing, leaving behind a pulse located in quadrant Gryl of the Valkra region; no one quite knew what it meant, but it was the only request the former Red Paladin of Voltron had ever made of the garrison. Off they went into the sky. For the days it took to get to the location of the pulse, Lance spent many of them in the helm of the ship with Shiro, staring at the display that had their heading locked onto the mysterious coordinates. Light talk passed between himself and his former Black Paladin and captain, Shiro. A piteous look cast over the countenance of his captain–"Do you think it's her?" Lance couldn't answer but for the strained look on his face, and Shiro apologized.

At last they came to the spot; at last their eyes laid upon the white hole that had been made lightyears away from their home. Earthlings stared in shock, exclaiming to themselves about the phenomenon, but those of the Castle of Lions stared in silence and wonder, remembering all too well the last time that they'd seen something like this. Coran turned to his captain, but paused as something else caught his eyes–"Lance, your markings!!" All eyes settled on him as light and tears filled the corners of his eyes. ]

I know. [ Dressed in the garrison spacesuit, he took a scooter into the void.

He'd never heard the whole story from Allura about what had happened in Oriande, so when he arrives, he hardly knows what to expect. The colors take his breath away, reminding him of the juniberry flowers he'd been growing ever since Allura had left him. His feet carried him, alone and quiet, through the surreal and beautiful landscape unto an old ruin; and through there it wasn't brilliance that lead him through. A part of him felt as if he had been here before; walking past the trials as if they'd already accepted him. It... it couldn't possibly be him, though. A curious hand falls on the pedestals at the back of the ruins, filling his eyes with light.

Able to see again, he sees before him a lion standing on the white planes of some existence, looking somehow different than what he remembered the white lion to look like. Tired eyes stare out at it. He can't speak. He hears the low growl of an eminent attack but doesn't shy away. At last his feet, as they had for too long now, carry him forward, drawing out no attack from the beast as his pace hurried to it. In front of it he collapses, unaware completely what had come over him, and wraps his arm around the neck of the lion. His face buries into its fur and he closes his eyes, feeling its warmth and energy, filled with an emotion that can't be described.

And then his eyes open, finding himself back in the ruins, holding onto something that had not been here before. ]