so the summary has almost nothing to do with what i'm about to post! yay!
I don't own Voltron: Legendary Defender, if I did it would be a very different show
everything's gonna be a lil bit disjointed
Sometimes when he dreams he's back at the Garrison. Eating shitty mac'n'cheese and stressing over theoretical physics. In those dreams there's a table full of cadets, complaining along with him. In those dreams it's just the two of them, him and Matt helping Keith with his algebra. In those dreams he's talking to himself and the person across the table sits and sobs and screams and- it's alright, because it's only a dream. Besides, Takashi knows Matt would never-
I'm not gonna make it
Takashi knows Matt-
I'll never see my family again!
Takashi-
TAKASHI!
sometimes he wishes he didn't dream at all.
Matt bolts upright in a cold sweat. Shit like that was why he didn't sleep anymore. How the fuck was he supposed to sleep after that recurring nightmare! He kicked his sheets off and scrubbed a hand over his face, one more sleepless night probably wouldn't kill him.
That decided he wrapped himself up in his sheet, slipped his slippers on and shuffled out the door. Allura was usually awake at this time and training against a gladiator or two; unless she was demonstrating a move she hated spectators and whoever wandered in before breakfast usually ended up limping out it. That person was normally Keith which worked out fine as they seemed to be working out their combined stress levels on each other and wouldn't go back for more until 48 hours had passed.
But Keith was still bruised from Voltron's last mission. Matt yawned and shuffled faster, his sister might be up.
Katie always, (Pidge he scolded himself) left a disaster zone wherever she worked and normally Hunk or Coran were the ones attempting to sort out the trail of used tech she left behind. When they'd asked Matt to help he'd laughed in their faces and explained how this was way better than the mess she usually made. Passing her open and, he looked in, empty room he realised this meant he'd have to pry her tech out of her hands and then bully her into bed after. He rested his face against a wall, she probably hadn't slept at all since yesterday.
He considered it, remembered her Bayard was a taser and promptly scurried in the other direction- Allura could beat him up but at least she wasn't going to electrocute him for fun.
Probably not.
'Probably.'
Matt stopped dead at the end of the corridor. ...He could have sworn he heard someone speak but as he strained his ears, holding his breath all the while their was nothing but the hum of the castle.
Matt started walking.