The Galra turns his chin up again. "Why do you laugh, paladin of Voltron? Can you not see the odds have fallen undoubtedly in my favor?"
As Lance wiped the blood from his mouth, a weak smirk settled on his lips. "It's not so unfortunate-if this is h...
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For the moments after they emerged from the other end of the wormhole, all that would be heard was the sound of their labored breathing.
They'd leaned back in their chairs, Lance focusing on pushing away the ringing in his ears.
The silence of the proximity scanners was comforting, and as he still fought to calm his heart, he watched with tired eyes as Kova made his way from Narti's shoulder to Lotor's lap. The prince stroked the alien cat's fur in lazy strokes, with nimble fingers. Lance watched silently.
Lotor finally broke the silence. "I do so love fighting the Blades. What sporting opponents they've always been," he comments, a hint if passion in his tone. "It's terribly refreshing, isn't it?" He asks no one in particular.
The generals hum in response, and after that, well—Lance was too tired to keep himself awake any longer.
. . .
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't sure where he was—but he wasn't scared.
He was laying down, he realized. And the prince-Lotor-sat on a ledge beside him. He didn't meet Lance's eye, perhaps not yet realizing he'd woken.
Lance took his time taking it all in.
Lotor sat on the floor, looking over to a couple monitors at the messy desk a few feet away. The ledge under him descended into a pool-like structure, and the water that flowed patiently in it reflected an almost golden light. Lance found himself nearly submerged in this pool—head held above the water only so that it reached the tips of his ears. The rest of him was beneath the surface, donned only in a fragment of his under armor.
Lance frowned groggily. "You . . . cut my under armor?"
Lotor's head whipped around to face him, eyes wide before the prince managed to school his features. "Paladin. How do you feel?"
Lance blinked, taking another moment to absorb his surroundings before answering. "I'm good, why?"
Lotor's shoulders seemed to unwind with some sort of relief. Could it be that the prince was concerned for him? The thought made Lance feel warm.
But what was cause for concern?
"Lotor?"
Prince Lotor gave a smile then, leaning back on his right hand while his left was propped up on his bent knee. "Apologies for the damage to your under armor. The healing pool works best on bare skin," he explained quietly. The sound seemed to echo easily in the empty room.
Lance looked down at his mostly bare body as a blush slowly rose to his cheeks and neck. "Right. Um . . ." He almost thought about maneuvering himself into a more appealing position, but decided against it—instead finding the monitors with his eyes and noticing an outline of what looked like his body displayed on the screen. "What's that?"
