A/N: My first attempt at drabbles, and my first attempt at grantedshipping! It's not that great, but it's a start.
He despised her.
Her very existence cut him to the core, this…girl, tore down everything he had ever known.
He hated it.
Why did it have to be her?
When did he stop hating her being?
Now, the twisted strands of golden hair against her tiny form, made her look…cute. He found he wanted to see her smiling, instead of cowering in fear at his presence. An overarching feeling to protect her became the most prominent feeling, instead of an all-consuming hatred.
It was unnatural, yet so normal. This utterly, stupid kind of thing. It would never get him anywhere.
It became an all-consuming fire that he had no way of taming. To think that he would be reduced to this.
Lance hated it. Well, at least he was supposed to.
In the back of his mind…He kind of liked it.