There has to be an After for Us ~ (shadam / klance)

Chapter 13 - Seyoncé

Five lions stood guard, protecting their flock of paladins who sat in a circle, hands held, eyes closed, motionless. Not even the wind dared to pick up and disturb a single hair on the heads of their empty bodies as their souls explored worlds unknown.

Total peace and then...

"Hello?"

... Coran arrived.

"Allura? Paladins?" he called out as he peeked around from behind Black's leg. "I got this invite from Lance inviting me to a...Se-yon-cé?" Coran looked down at the card Lance had slid under his door. "Am I pronouncing that right? I'm sorry I'm late." He walked in between the legs of Black. "I brought snacks as requested." Coran held up a tiny, personal sized bag of plain chips.

"Oh, there you are!" Having spotted the group in the middle, Coran approached them. "Sorry. Have we started?"

No answer. I mean... how could they?

"Ah, a bit of mediation time, eh? Great great grandpoppy used to the lead the Altean first infrantry in mediation practices before battle. Really cleared the mind and created focus for combat. Of course there was that one time everyone zoned out so hard the battle started without them. Lost half the soldiers before anyone snapped out of it. That was grandpoppy's last battle... Oops." Coran's foot had knocked over one of the candles. "That's a fire hazard."

Coran set the candle back upright and stepped over Pidge and Hunk's arms and into the circle. "No one get up, I'll just join in. Wanna nudge over, numbers three and four?"

Coran sat down and wiggled himself in between Lance and Keith. He tried to push back against their arms, but the boys wouldn't let go of each other's hands while in deep mediation.

"Bit snug," said Coran, squished between Keith and Lance. "Okay..." He took a deep breath in and out then closed his eyes to match everyone else in the circle.

He was still, but only for a moment. He peeked with one eye and looked at the mask-like faces of Hunk, Pidge, Allura, and Shiro. Coran slowly lifted a chip to his mouth and crunched it. He chewed it, thoughtful...

"No, I don't like this," said Coran. "This Seyoncé feels wrong."

He hopped to his feed and scuttled off.