Note: Voltron doesn't belong to me, I'm just borrowing characters and ideas from people who paid for them (like WEP, Devil's Due, etc.). I haven't written anything like this before, this is the first time in a long time I'm writing anything for fun...if it sucks at times, that's probably why. However, I do read a lot and I wanted to explore some aspects of characters I don't feel get enough attention without taking them waaay too out of character (ugh, I hope). Also, the rating on this might change later depending where the story takes me. Thanks!
"You have to leave." She said, her voice muffled by the dirty fabric of his shirt. The two of them stood in the doorway of an escape pod, holding each other so tightly she could swear she didn't know where she ended and he began. She held back bitter tears, burying her face in his warm chest.
"The security cameras will be back online in a few seconds-" He interrupted her by lifting her chin to kiss her deeply. She wished that kiss would never end, that they could throw their lives away and just be in this moment forever. He pulled away from her and stepped in to the escape pod.
"Allura, I love you." He said, his glassy eyes intensely holding her gaze. Her lips trembled, this was it. She had to let him go, or else risk losing him forever by putting his life in danger. She pressed a button on the wall of the ship and sealed the airlock, looking out at him through the window. She pressed her hand up against the bitterly cold glass, watching him slowly drift away.
"I love you too..."
Allura couldn't ever remember wanting to wake up as fast as she just did. She sat straight up in bed, feeling her sweat covered forehead, looking around to make sure she was still in her own room. To her immense relief it was all still there - pink, fluffy bedsheets and all, muted by the blue darkness. She sighed and rubbed the corners of her eyes. Allura had both dreams and nightmares like this before that had been more than simple dreams, a realization that made her stomach turn over. Sometimes they were simple things like cutting her finger slicing vegetables or the visions she had of the Voltron pilots coming to Arus, but they all had the same vivid feeling this nightmare of hers had.
She swung her feet to the edge of the bed, her messy blonde hair clinging to her face. There was still a lingering heaviness in her chest she wasn't sure was sleep deprivation or being so deeply disturbed from just a dream. Allura reached over to her nightstand, turning the clock to face her - still five more minutes before the alarm clock went off. Opening the drawer, she rummaged around until she found a small photograph of a dark-haired young man in full dress uniform. She traced the lines of his profile, admiring his exotic features. This was the man she had feelings for, not the one that she said goodbye to. Gently putting the photo back in the drawer, she stood up to stretch.
Looking out her window through sleepy eyes, she watched the growing light in the east begin to drown out the night. She had gone to bed pretty late in preparation of today, making a picnic lunch for two for this afternoon after the castle kitchens had closed down. Her bedroom door opened suddenly after a sharp knock, startling the princess. The alarm clock that Allura had forgotten unexpectedly went off, and she moved toward her night stand to turn it off. Her toe caught on a tattered hem on her night gown, causing her to crash down to the floor. The figure in the door wasn't able to catch her in time, but it was a welcome sight none the less.
"Are you alright, Allura?" Coran asked, offering his hand to the confused blonde on the floor. She took it, hoisting herself up, rubbing the side of her hip that had caught her fall for her.
"Yeah...are the others already awake?" She asked, silencing the offensive noise of her alarm clock.
Coran nodded, turning on the light in the room. He walked over to her bed and sat on it. "Everyone except for Hunk. I suspect that young man is not much of a morning person, if you know what I-" Suddenly, there was a loud thud and an angry yell that sounded very much like Hunk, and laughter that sounded like Lance that drifted down the hallway. Allura giggled, walking over to her closet to retrieve her pilot's uniform.
"Oh, poor Hunk...Thank you for coming in to wake me up," Allura said, smiling at Coran. He reached over the side of her bed, grabbing a large, pink, overstuffed bear.
"You know, it wasn't very long ago at all that you were playing with this..." He said, making the bear dance in his lap.
"That was such a long time ago! Ten years, at least." Allura said, snapping her head back to look at her surrogate father.
"Your twentieth birthday is coming up, as well."
She paused. "Oh, I know. I'm reminded of it almost every day. In fact, any time anyone brings up relationships AT ALL Nanny reminds me of it. Bless her heart, I know she means the best for me but I think it's more important we secure Arus first before I start something as mind numbing and frivolous as finding a husband. Is that what you came to talk to me about?" Coran simply smiled at the princess as she finished her rant and strode over to her. Allura fished out a pair of socks, held them up to the light to briefly inspect them, and stuffed them in to the leg of her boot. "I know this is too early for you to be up, too. You usually wake up an hour and a half later than this." She said, looking at him suspiciously.
Coran embraced the sleepy princess. "I'm just glad to know you're thinking about it one way or another. Good luck on your training session." He winked and tussled her already messy blonde hair, leaving her to get dressed. She closed her door, and looked at the clock. Shocked her conversation with Coran had eaten up so much of her time, she threw off her nightgown, and quickly got dressed. She yawned as she ran a brush rapidly through her tangled golden hair, deciding she could put it in a neat bun on the way down to the command center. She stopped to take a deep breath before she left her room, closing her eyes. A vision of a flash of a blue hand holding hers tightly interrupted her moment of calm, causing her to grimace. She walked out of her room, gathering her hair in to a ponytail.
For once, I don't actually want to know. Put it behind you, it doesn't matter. What does matter is getting through this training and spending time with Keith later.