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finalguard) wrote2028-07-29 12:44 am
finalguard) wrote2028-07-29 12:44 am
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Alcacer. Boa: [ 1B-BBG36 ]
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Please do not hesitate to hit up this CMO even years after Camp has ended.
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[ This seems relevant given all the rapid changes their situation went through within the last week. ]
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It's been a while. Before I died.
[Stated out loud like that, it sounds an awful lot like he's given up on Blue... and maybe the truth is that he kind of has? But it's an awful kind of truth -- something that he's visibly kicking himself for at least metaphorically.]
... man, that's messed up.
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That was all when we were still in camp then... Contained there.
[ As opposed to being contained here which is a very similar deal but with a stable internet connection this time. ]
1/2
[It's a nice thought, even if truthfully he's really not all that hopeful about it. But it's also not like him to quit before he's started. He breathes out and cracks his knuckles loudly.]
Only one way to find out, I guess!
[So despite the fact that his hands are a little dirty because they were in the middle of food prep, Lance closes his eyes and focuses. It's not the easiest task in the world -- his attention tends to drift outside the heat of battle when there's an immediate threat to deal with, but he thinks hard about Blue.
About the way the controls for her thrusters feel in his hands, About the way she roars and somersaults in the air, the blues blending perfectly into Earth's sky, and the smooth way she glides through the water - almost like she can't decide if she's a lion or a fish. Lance smiles.
But it's not enough to simply imagine Blue from an outside point of view. He has to connect with her, become one with the lion, two bodies one mind, one purpose. That's the bond between a lion and its paladin - a psychic connection that defies barriers like language, time and space. Lance mutters under his breath.]
Come on...
[Nothing. There;s nothing but a familiar darkness behind his closed lids. Just him alone with his own stupid thought What else was he expecting? In the back of his mind, he knew that this was what would happen. It's what happened for so long that he gave up on it a long time ago and it's the reason he's so damn ashamed to call himself a paladin at this moment. What kind of paladin of Voltron gives up on the bond they have with their lion?
His hands curl into fists on the countertop. All this time, he'd thought things like... failing to save the people his friend died to save, setting a boy on fire over a misunderstanding, stabbing a boy who was every bit as scared as he was straight through the heart with his bayard and being too much of a goddamn coward to fucking admit that to everyone right away were the things that would make Blue turn away from him, all while he'd pushed Blue out of his mind as a pipe dream.
His brow furrows, as he bites the inside of his lip. No. All this time it was his basic failure to trust and believe in his bond with Blue, his own doubts and fears that he's allowed to spin so wildly out of control that he's forgotten who he is. What he's capable of. What he and Blue can accomplish together with the rest of the paladins.
All along the enemy was never someone on the outside. It was himself. A boy who, in the midst of all the trauma and death and sadness, had forgotten his destiny. That Blue had chosen him for a reason.]
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Then the world around him shifts into a swirling mass of dark blue flowing all around like a swift river current going in all directions, vast and desolate, but Lance is not alone. There aren't any words in this astral plane, just a stream of pure quintessence that form Blue's outline, and large glowing yellow eyes, inexplicably following his movements just as they did on the first day they met in that underground cave.
Lance turns to her hand outstretched as if trying to reach her. Blue rises onto all fours, and throws her head up to roar at the sky. The sound echoes in Lance's head, but he doesn't care. He's never smiled harder in his life. He closes his eyes and just for a moment, he's able to see through her eyes. It's only a flash, but it's the inside of the Castle of Lions, late at night -- he was probably already asleep at this point, he was exhausted after their fight with Zarkon. But evidently not everyone had crashed. A figure stands by Black's hangar, looking concerned.
She turns, and makes direct eye contact with Blue.]
Allura!!
[Lance yells her name, then blinks as the kitchen comes back into focus. For a moment, he's too dazed to do anything but stare at Boa in stunned silence. But as he gradually collects himself, he dabs the corners of his eyes with this shirt sleeve and smiles.]
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Except that when the meditation ends, Boa knows even less what to say or do. Lance looks so touched, so fundamentally affected and he's.... just standing here, having no real idea what just happened. ]
... so.... that went well?
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I wasn't able to keep the connection going for long, but....yeah. I was able to reach her. I don't know if that means she'll be able to come here... or if I can use her to send a message to the other paladins, but this is a really encouraging start to getting the heck out of here.
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Good job! This proves that dying isn't our only way to reach outside this world.... thank goodness.