Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defender


Blue

As bright as the Earth's sky and as wild as the ocean, he's blue. Bluer than blue, new and old at the same time. He is a reminder of the life he's left behind, but it is never nostalgia he feels when he looks at Lance. Lance is the source of many things that burn his insides and flush his face, but never nostalgia. He's blue to the core and it ripples out of him with every breath he takes. First, there's the blue building up in the expanse of his chest. It swallows them both whole when he laughs; from loud and ungracious to soft and affectionate, it rings blue. Then, there's blue at the corner of his fingertips and Keith is beside himself with joy and rage when that touch is bestowed (depending on the recipient). It's the kind of blue that burns. Then, there's the blue of his heart, low and hidden where Lance's sadness meets longing. Sometimes that particular shade sneaks up like a shadow and then there's nothing to Lance but this wave of dullness that presses at his shoulders as if to hold him underwater and drown him. There's a part of him that's afraid Lance will become that blue; that though he fights it with every fiber of his being, it will eat away at Lance and destroy every bit of blue he's ever been. It's scary, though it fuels him in an unexpected way. Lance is always changing, evolving, going through waves when he thinks nobody is watching. He's blue and sometimes it feels like nobody knows but Keith.

Nobody at all.