The Softest
Part 1: Voltron
- playing joyous and silly music to dance around the living room to
Trust from the Paladins was hard won. Lotor was closely watched, practically on constant surveillance, and constantly threatened with incarceration at the smallest slight. Still each moment of trust in his favor was a victory worth savoring.
Initially Lotor had hoped it would be Allura that would grant her, her good graces. They were both royalty, after all. If there was someone who knew the pressures of an all-powerful father, it would be her.
Plus, admittedly, Allura would make an excellent Queen by his side once this ordeal was over. But it was not meant to be, the princess despising him before ever even laying her eyes on him.
"Too bad princey," the Blue Paladin of the Red Lion hadn't sounded sorry at all when he said it. "You even had the right ears in your favor, too."
The comment had just been so out of place, Lotor wanted to ask for clarification but bit his tongue. He would just pretend to understand until he figured it out. Just because he had nowhere else to go doesn't mean he could afford further weakness.
Yet while Lotor was being watched, he found himself watching the Blue Paladin more often then not. Dedicating each gesture, each habit, each expression, especially smiles, and each movement to memory for further study.
Not much time passed before Lotor wanted Lance's trust more than anything else he had ever fought for. There was no rhyme or reason for it but it was motivation enough that pushed him forward and earned him some leeway among the Voltron crew.
At last Lotor could wander around the castle unattended. He immediately began to explore to commit everything to memory.
The Lotor heard music.
This was not music like anything Lotor had heard before though. This was loud, rambunctious and, frankly, had lyrics that made absolutely no sense.
When Lotor opened the door to one of the common areas, he was surprised how little he was surprised to see Lance there on his own. Moving to the music in a way that was too much of every movement Lance could possibly make to truly be called dancing.
"Hey there Goblin King," Lance greeted, unashamed. He continued to move, with and against the music as he pleased.
"What do you think you're doing?" Lotor asked before he could stop himself.
"Dancing," Lance stated simply.
"That is not dancing," Lotor argued.
Lance turned and raised an eyebrow, the rest of his body continuing as before if solely to disturb Lotor further. He wiggled his finger in a "come closer" motion and said, "Then show me what you got Space Legolas."
Staying in place, Lotor crossed his arms, "I think not."
"Scared Potter?" Lance's lips crooked upward.
"You do realize that I don't know what anything you refer to means, right?" Lotor's own lips turned downward.
"That's half the fun," Lance grabbed Lotor's arm, pulling the prince further into the room. "Now shut up and dance with me."
The demand should have had Lotor out the door. But it did not. He took hold of Lance in return and tried to pull him into a proper dance to spite the music.
But Lance would have none of it. He pushed and pulled and swayed against each attempt Lotor made to control the dance, more successful in making Lotor follow his movements then the reverse. At one point he bumped their hips together and laughed at Lotor's snarl.
Each step became a challenge, each trying to outdo and control the other. Lotor's elegance against Lance's wild nature. They clashed, yet moved together so well that Lotor nearly forgot what he had intended to do to begin with and that never happened before.
The music stopped and they were close. Almost chest to chest, almost touching almost kissing but the tiniest sliver of space existed between them.
"Dancing Queen, you are not," Lance stepped back first, grabbing his small device that played the music. "But you aren't horrible."
"Neither are you," Lotor admitted. He glanced at the device, then at Lance, "Could we do that again?"
Lance grinned and the music started up again, "As you wish.