Everything between Kol'syk and Luxin was perfect and blissful... until it wasn't.
The young Galra didn't know how he hadn't seen the signs sooner. Looking back on it now, Kol could pick up on every single warning signal - every single red flag that Lux's body was showing for him. It had begun, truly, with tiredness. Kol'syk had overlooked it at the time because he knew that Luxin had been running on very little sleep for the entire span of time that they had known one another - and most likely much longer than that, knowing the young Altean.
"Do you ever think about having children?" Kol'syk had asked one night as the two of them lay on the roof of the base, staring up at the endless galaxies that extended out before them. Honestly, Kol'syk hadn't even thought of it until the couple's more recent talks of settling down after the war.
Luxin had merely chuckled and pressed his side against the Galra, his toned arms folded behind his head. "I am not changing my gender for you, Kol," he purred in response, pale blue eyes flicking to meet the yellows of his lover. "I believe that I would make a particularly hideous woman."
If he hadn't had fur, the Altean would have known that Kol'syk was blushing. He probably did, anyway. "I wasn't talking about that - more like taking in an orphaned child, or..." he trailed off as another thought popped into his head. "Wait... you can change your gender?" It was not something that Kol'syk had thought was in the realms of possibility.
"We Alteans can change almost everything about our bodies. We're chameleon-like people," Lux explained patiently, raising a hand and turning it purple to match the Galra's fur. "Never been much of a fan of it, though."
Fair enough.
They fell silent after that, both content just listening to the other's breathing. Until, of course, Kol'syk thought of something else to ask. Turning his head back to his partner, he began - "Hey, Lux-" before quickly cutting himself off. The Altean pressed against his side was deep in slumber, chest rising and falling slowly, and lips slightly opened as he breathed.
He would berate himself in the future for not catching the problem at its source and bring Luxin to the infirmary then and there. Luxin had never, in all their time of knowing one another, fallen asleep before him. But, at the time, Kol'syk had only thought of it as a beautiful sight, and had lifted the smaller body in his arms to
carry him to the bed they shared in Kol's own room. Luxin's bed didn't quite accomodate nine-foot-six and four-hundred-and-ten pounds of Kol's massive form.
It fit the five-foot-eleven and one-hundred-fifty-five pounds of Luxin perfectly, but he never used it anymore.
Kol'syk had begun to worry not long after that incident. The young Galra had slept in one morning - because Luxin, the bastard, had let him - and had awoken to an empty bed. He hadn't fretted at that point, because Lux tried to get Kol to sleep a healthy amount regardless of what he did to his own body, and instead had went through his morning routine before heading to the lab. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that his beloved would be there.
He was proven correct, as when he walked in and called Luxin's name, the Altean's voice reverberated back and informed Kol that he was in the Gray Lion's hangar. At that point, in addition to the Gray Lion, they had constructed the Orange and White Lions. Kol often wondered why it was so important to distinguish them, but both Alfor and Luxin insisted that they each had their own personalities.
They were probably going crazy, but Kol wasn't going to judge.
Instead, he headed into the Gray hangar and was pleased to find that the Lion was bent down with its mouth open so that he could freely access it. Much of the time, only Alfor and Luxin were allowed in them - because they were the ones who made them in the first place. Kol'syk bent down just a bit so that he could walk in through the doorway to get to the control room. He found Luxin there, on his back beneath the control panel, wrench in hand. The Altean was dripping with sweat, oil slicked across his skin, and in a tight, purple shirt that showed his strong stomach through the fabric. Now, Kol was not preferential to any sort of physical appearance, but now that he and Luxin were together (and had been for quite some time) he felt as though he could be free to ogle his mate all he wanted.
Luxin was never shy about his body, so why should Kol'syk be?
The Altean craned his neck and offered his partner a bright smile, his glasses askew on his face. "Good morning, meivah," he greeted, using the Altean word for 'love,' which caused an unusually warm feeling in Kol'syk's chest. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than you, apparently," Kol responded, walking over to sit in the floor beside his companion and watching as the smaller being slid back underneath the control panel to reach something in the back. "How long have you been up?"
Lux made a soft sound, apparently giving his answer some thought. "Mm, only a varga or two. Not particularly long," he finally said, continuing his tinkering.
Kol'syk watched, not even bothering to hide his smile. He couldn't see Luxin's face from where he sat, but occasionally one of those long Altean legs would stretch out to tap against his own folded knees. "Have you eaten yet?" he pressed, nudging one of Lux's booted feet with his own.
"No, I was waiting for you t-" The young Altean's words were abruptly cut off by a harsh, wet gasp. His knees bent and the wrench clattered to the ground, forgotten, as he let out a series of chilling, hacking coughs that caused Kol'syk's heart to stop for half a tick. The Galra sprang forward and wrapped his hands around his partner's quivering abdomen to pull him out from beneath the control panel.
The sight was just as bad as the sound.
As soon as Kol'syk had pulled Luxin into a sitting position, blood burst forth from his nose, and he continued to choke on it. Putting the pieces together quickly, Kol could gather that his lover had just had a nosebleed while laying on his back and accidentally breathed it in. It didn't make it any less terrifying, but at least now he knew what he was dealing with.
Thinking fast, the Galra slammed a large hand down on Luxin's back, between his sharp shoulderblades several times before Luxin finally - finally - coughed up a portion of the crimson liquid in his lungs and sucked in a substantial breath. And then another, and another, and Kol'syk sagged in relief. Lux, still trembling softly and covering his nose and mouth with his palms, allowed his beloved to pull him so that his back was held tightly against Kol's front. His mate reached around his body to rub his now-heaving chest with a massive, comforting hand, and Luxin did not move when Kol pressed gentle kisses up and down the back of his head. Then he just rested there, his breath warm and shaky on the Altean's neck.
Lux pushed himself more closely against Kol'syk in an attempt to comfort him. "Everything is alright, meivah, please don't worry," he soothed, voice hoarse and slightly gravelly from his coughing fit. "Nosebleeds happen - it's nothing. I'm here - I'm here."
Fortunately, Kol'syk was able to calm down enough to turn Luxin around and see his front. Blood was still oozing from both of his nostrils, and his purple shirt was streaked with scarlet. There was even some in his white hair, clumping it together in jagged spikes where it had touched. Not to mention his hands, which were absolutely coated with the crimson liquid.
"Right." Luxin was the first to get his wits about him, and stood up (with slight assistance from Kol'syk, though he wouldn't admit to needing it.) "I believe that a shower is in the cards for me."
Kol was quick to stand after him, unashamedly hovering. "Do you want me to.. do you need me to...?" he tried, and Luxin tossed his head back in a stuffy laugh.
"I am perfectly capable of changing my clothes and taking a shower by myself," he assured, and Kol'syk couldn't help but smile just a bit. Of course Lux's pride wouldn't allow him to just allow himself to be coddled like that, even if Kol was more than willing to do anything for him.
So the Galra stayed quiet and watched as his partner left the Lion, pinching his nose to slow the bleeding. He continued to watch as Luxin exited the hangar, and only then did he go off in search of cleaning supplies.
If Luxin didn't want help with personal hygiene, then he would help clean Gray instead. He knew that the Altean would hate it if he knew he'd left a puddle of blood inside of one of his precious Lions, and so Kol'syk decided that he would never even have to know at all.
That was the second sign, and the first that Kol actually noticed.
It was over the period of the next two weeks that another issue presented itself. Kol'syk hadn't noticed it at first, but the longer that it went on, it became evident that something was very wrong. Lux had been eating less as time passed, occasionally going to great lengths to avoid even entering the dining room at all. Even Alfor, who usually had some sort of unspoken rule to leave the two alone most of the time (likely for privacy purposes) had gotten worried for the younger Altean. So much so that he pulled Kol'syk aside one morning - a rare one in which he was up before his partner - and discussed the issue with him.
"We are set to have an important meeting with the Unilu people later today," the older man explained softly as they stood in the hall outside the room Kol and Lux shared. "It wouldn't do to convince them to ally with us if one of the only two scientists working on the Lions is pale and sickly from lack of food. Would you please get him to eat breakfast? I believe he would be more likely to listen to you."
So, Kol'syk had agreed, and decided to fix his lover a nice, hot breakfast of duflax eggs and skultaberries while he got out of bed and prepared himself for the day.
Luxin walked in with his hair dampened from a shower and wearing a pair of his best robes, as Alfor had been wearing. It was obvious that the two of them wanted to impress the Unilu, although Kol couldn't fathom why. All he'd ever known of the Unilu were that they were a scourge on anything they got close enough to, but Lux said that they were a viable resource when it came to getting rare materials.
The young Altean smiled slightly at the sight of his partner setting up two plates for them to eat breakfast together, but he stopped a few feet away from the table itself. "What's the occasion?" he asked, pale blue eyes seeking out Kol'syk's yellow.
"No occasion," the Galra assured, patting the seat for the smaller being to sit in. Lux took a deep breath through his nose, but reluctantly headed over to sit in the chair. Kol'syk pushed it up to the table for him, and headed over to sit at his own seat across from the Altean. "I just thought that I would do something nice for you this morning. You like skultaberries, right?" He believed that Luxin had mentioned them before.
His partner hummed in the back of his throat and glanced at his fork. It looked as though he wanted to at least try and eat. "Mhm - skultaberries are my favorite," he confirmed, and with a bit of nonverbal communication from Kol, reluctantly took the fork in his right hand. "Thank you, Kol. This looks delicious."
The Galra took a spoonful of the duflax eggs and had them halfway to his mouth before he realized that Lux hadn't yet touched his fork to the food. "Aren't you going to eat?" he prompted hopefully.
"Of course," the scientist informed him, and scooped up a forkful of the cooked berries. Kol thought that he could see the Altean's hands shaking, but decided against mentioning it. Luxin brought the food to his mouth and chewed it slowly and methodically before swallowing and offering his partner a slight smile. "It's fantastic," he enthused unenthusiastically, but he was definitely at least trying.
Kol'syk leaned forward and took another bite of his own breakfast. "Aren't you going to eat more?" he urged, and Luxin's brows knitted together.
"Kol, I'm not particularly hungry..."
"But you need to eat - it's not good for you to skip so many meals, and I'm getting concerned for your health..."
Apparently, the realization that he was worrying his mate was enough for Lux to take another bite.
They sat like that for around thirty minutes, bite by slow bite, until Kol'syk had gotten Luxin to eat the whole plate of eggs and berries. And they both finished just in time to hear the Unilu ships landing outside.
Everything was fine as they walked to the meeting room to speak with the other beings. Phiram and Kol'syk were sitting beside Alfor and Luxin, respectively, as the three Unilu present sat further up at the head of the metal table. The room itself was small, white-walled, and bare - designed specifically for meetings such as this.
The discussion was... less than pleasant.
"If you already have four of these Lions, then why would you need more?" demanded the head Unilu, his face brought into an ugly sneer as he leaned across the table toward Alfor.
The older Altean in question was the picture of calm and poised. "Because our design schematic calls for six Lions, and we cannot take down the Altean empire without them all," he explained, sitting up straight and meeting the Unilu's gaze firmly. "I know that you understand how important it is to stop them."
His statement was met with an indignant huff from the Unilu, who crossed his arms over his chest. "Apparently, it is not important enough for your assistant to stay awake through the meeting."
Alfor looked over toward Luxin at that, and Kol'syk couldn't help but check for himself. The younger Altean was slightly hunched in his chair, his own arms crossed tightly and his eyes squeezed shut. "M'not asleep," he grunted, prying open his eyes to look at Alfor. "I need to be excused." Something in his tone sent off warning bells through Kol'syk's mind, and Alfor's brows furrowed just a bit. Clearly, he echoed the young Galra's sentiment.
"If you leave this room, we will not partner with you in the war effort," the boldest of the three Unilu said, a small smirk on his lips. "Surely, if what you are doing here is that important, you will be able to put up with a bit of personal discomfort to assure your victory."
Kol'syk flinched inwardly - he did not want his partner to be uncomfortable, no matter what was wrong... but the Unilu was right, and after a bit of internal debate, it was clear that Luxin thought the same.
"I apologize for my behavior. Proceed with the meeting," he muttered tightly, this time making sure to keep his eyes open as the others spoke.
This time, Kol'syk kept a closer eye on the young Altean, one hand resting on his knee underneath the table in a show of what comfort he could offer. Lux's leg was bouncing anxiously, and Kol frowned. It wasn't like him to show a nervous tick so openly like that. Absently, the Galra rubbed his lover's thigh, desperate to calm him down and soothe whatever was wrong.
It was in the middle of a discussion between the Unilu and Alfor - about some type of rare metal that they had run out of at the base - that Luxin's leg stilled and every muscle in his body coiled so tightly Kol was afraid they might break. He tried to massage out the tenseness where he could reach, and where the Unilu could not see, but it seemed to be doing nothing good for the Altean whatsoever.
They were drawing very little attention until Luxin let out a soft moan of discomfort, which the nearest Unilu - a younger male - clearly mistook as a sound of pleasure. "Are you Alteans and Galra so disrespectful that you grope one another under the table in the middle of war meetings?" he demanded, a sneer on his face as he regarded Luxin and Kol'syk with disgust. Alfor and Phiram looked over, wide-eyed with alarm and worry, because they had known the two for long enough to realize that that was not the case, and the other Unilu howled with laughter.
Meanwhile, Luxin's face had paled drastically, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Suddenly, he rose one hand up to clasp over his mouth, and the other to press against his stomach, and it became instantly obvious what had him so uncomfortable.
A sharp gag shook the young Altean's shoulders, and the room went silent with surprise, alarm, and - from the ones who resided at the base - worry.
Phiram got to his feet, presumably to find some kind of receptacle for Luxin to use, but it was too little too late. Another harsh gag shook the Altean's body, and vomit spewed out from between his fingers to splatter on his legs and the floor between his feet. Kol'syk got out of his chair and hurried to crouch between his partner and the Unilu to shield him from their stares. He placed one huge, purple hand on the Altean's back, between his tensed shoulderblades, and the other moved to cover Lux's own hand that was pressed against his rebelling stomach.
As more emesis spilled from his mate's lips, Kol'syk could hear Alfor speaking to the Unilu and ushering them out the way that they had come in (he knew that the older Altean would probably not want their help after the show they had just put on.) He said nothing to Kol, instead allowing him to tend to Luxin on his own as the poor young man got sick all over the floor.
Kol'syk felt Lux press against him a few times, likely for comfort, and he buried his face into the Altean's tightly-wound neck. He wanted to hug him, but Luxin was still vomiting up everything he'd eaten for breakfast and then some, until there was nothing but bile. Strings of saliva and mucus dripped from the Altean's lips whilst he dry-heaved, having nothing left in his stomach to throw up.
Eventually, the ordeal was over, and Luxin, though shaky and exhausted, got to his feet and staggered past Kol'syk, his face pale and green-tinted and flaming with a humiliated blush all at the same time. Sweat slicked his hair to his forehead, and his pants were plastered with sick. Kol said nothing as his partner stumbled out of the room, as quickly as he possibly could, in the direction of their shared room. He completely bypassed speaking with Phiram or Alfor, understandably far too embarrassed to face them at the moment, and Kol'syk let him have a few ticks of a head-start before he rose up and followed.
"I will clean the floor," Phiram told the younger Galra as he passed, and Kol offered him a grateful smile. He'd thank him later, but for now, he needed to catch up with Luxin.
He reached the hallway just in time to see the door to Luxin's room swish shut, rather than the room that they shared. Concerned, Kol'syk hurried to knock on the door, resting his palms against the metal surface. "Lux, meivah, darling, are you alright?" he asked, noting with slight panic that he couldn't get the door to open.
"Go away," the Altean spat from the other side of the door, his voice trembling and thick, as though he were crying. Kol'syk had never seen his mate cry before, and that only further fueled his worry.
"Luxin-"
"Quiznak, Kol'syk, leave me al-one!" he shouted back, the last word of his sentence breaking off halfway through with a sob.
The Galra pulled away from the door that divided them, anxious and ill with worry, but respected his partner's wishes enough to step back and head into their shared room.
He stayed there for the rest of the day, and Luxin did not leave the other room, either. But the Galra left the bedroom door unlocked, and could have cried with relief when it swished open in the middle of the night. Lux crept in, bundled in thick sweats, and slid into bed beside Kol'syk. The Altean nuzzled his cheek into the soft fur between Kol's neck and shoulder, and the larger man wrapped his arms protectively around his lover.
"I'm so sorry for... for..." Lux began in a whisper, but buried his face into the crook of Kol'syk's neck instead, clinging ever tighter. "I love you - you know that... don't you? I was just... I was so embarrassed and ashamed... I messed everything up earlier, and I hurt you..."
Kol pressed a kiss to the smaller man's temple and hugged him closer. "I know... I know. I love you, too," he soothed, pulling back so that he could see Lux's face. "You didn't mess anything up - you did so well." The Galra ran his knuckles down his partner's spine, and Luxin melted under his touch. "You have nothing to be embarrassed over."
Lux rested his head on the pillow beside Kol'syk's, meeting his gaze for the first time since the incident earlier. There was no doubt that Luxin would be embarrassed - he was so independent, and so in-control, that something as trivial as getting sick in front of someone probably seemed like it was a huge deal.
The larger being sighed softly and lowered himself to touch his lips to those of his beloved, and Luxin reciprocated by parting his own and closing his eyes.
If he could not reassure his partner with words, perhaps it could be accomplished through action.
A bit of good came from that disaster, though. The Unilu felt bad about their actions, and went through with the deal. All three apologized directly to Luxin, who still seemed particularly humiliated over the ordeal. But they had what they needed for the other Lions, and Alfor and Luxin were both happy to be able to get back to work. It was nice to see Lux back to his strange, technology-obsessed self, and their relationship returned to normal. If anything, the Altean was more affectionate when they were alone, and made a point to spend more time with Kol.
One of those little things that he had started doing was making use of the large bathtubs that the base had to offer. About once a week, Luxin would tug Kol'syk along with him to the baths, and they would soak together. By this point, Kol'syk was aware of the fact that there was something wrong with his mate. Alfor knew, too, though Kol'syk didn't understand the saddened glances the older Altean would send to the younger when he wasn't looking. It couldn't be something that wrong, could it? It was just a flu or something, right?
A flu that lasted months and months...
That night, when they undressed for their bath together, Kol took a moment to look at Luxin. Like actually, genuinely look at him. His skin appeared paler than usual, and he had lost weight from not eating enough - he couldn't seem to shake the nausea away, no matter what they did. Kol'syk was lucky to get him to eat every other day now.
But it wasn't just that - no, this time, Kol saw the bruises as well. There were dapples along his shins where he'd bumped into things, or on his shoulders or hips... were they in the shape of Kol'syk's fingers? He reached out to place a large, gentle paw on Luxin's bicep as he bent down to remove his pants.
"Eager, are we?" the Altean teased sweetly, turning tired blue eyes up at Kol with a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, love, I think I'm too worn out for-"
Kol'syk frowned and shook his head. "No, I just... Luxin, am I putting these bruises on you?" he breathed, his voice breaking slightly.
Luxin's ears angled toward him and his eyes widened. "Oh, Kol'syk, no... you're so gentle with me. Just... watch," he said softly, reaching up to pinch the dark skin on his wrist and holding it up for Kol'syk to watch the bruise form. It rose quickly - an ugly purple like the others, and in that moment, Kol'syk knew. Luxin, skinny and pale and tired, covered with bruises an looking up with such sorrow and empathy. Kol'syk knew, somewhere deep down, what was happening. But the more overpowering emotions - the denial and stubborn determination he possessed - wouldn't let him acknowledge it.
Instead, he had held Luxin in the tub as the Altean played with the black hair along his scalp and eventually drifted off in Kol'syk's lap. Luxin, bless him, didn't outright say anything and break Kol'syk's heart. He said nothing about the way Kol eased up on their touching, treating him as though he was made of thin, precious glass. He let his mate have however long he needed to come to terms with reality, and Kol'syk was going to put off his acceptance for as long as possible.
"As long as possible" ended up only being about two weeks.
Luxin and Alfor were almost done with the Lions at that point - there was only one that they hadn't started on, and one that was only steps away from completion. The other four were stunning, painted in different shades and standing in at only slightly different sizes. The ones who would form the legs were bigger than the core and arms, and they had yet to even begin on the Gold Lion - who was to be the head of what they were calling "Voltron." At least, from what Kol'syk could understand. It was all a bit confusing.
They were finishing up on the Purple Lion this week - the two Alteans were determined. The Empire was spreading, and even the two Galra could see how critical this mission was now. So they stood by, watching as Alfor and Luxin rushed back and forth between the Lion and their tools, assembling it from the ground up. Alfor was currently up on the mechanical beast's leg, reaching down for a tool that Luxin was supposed to bring to him. The younger Altean had to climb up a stepladder, hoisting himself up to get the dangerous-looking tool into Alfor's hand.
What happened next almost felt like it was in slow motion. Luxin turned to walk back down the little ladder, and managed to get to the bottom step before his face lost all color. His Altean marks faded and his eyes rolled back, and his knees folded. Nobody was close enough to catch him, so he hit the floor with a sickening thud, and it took a tick for everyone present to realize what had happened.
Alfor realized first, and hurried to climb down the leg of the Lion and rush over, kneeling beside the younger Altean. Kol'syk got to his feet after that, practically sprinting and sliding down to kneel beside his partner. His hands hovered anxiously, unsure of where to touch. Luxin was shaking, his breath coming out in short puffs as he got his hands underneath him. Alfor helped him sit up, and then cringed when a waterfall of crimson started to spill out of a newly-opened gash on Luxin's forehead. Head wounds were supposed to bleed a lot, but...
Luxin raised his hand to the wound and pulled it back to stare at his scarlet-slicked palm. He hissed and pressed his hand back to the injury. "Dammit," he breathed, and Alfor brushed the white hair out of the youth's pale face.
"We need to get you to the infirmary," he told him gently, then looked up at Kol'syk
The young Galra didn't need to be told. He reached his arms underneath his mate and hefted him up, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes at the faraway look in Luxin's usually-bright blue eyes. Fortunately for the both of them, the Altean didn't argue about going to the infirmary, and instead leaned his head against Kol's chest with a pitiful whimper.
"I know," Kol'syk shushed him as they made their way down to the med-bay. Alfor instructed him to lay Luxin down on one of the cots, and Kol'syk obeyed. The older Altean went about cleaning and bandaging the injury. Luxin didn't move as he worked, and his hand was cold and clammy in Kol's own.
He didn't wake as Kol'syk changed him into loose pajamas or when he bundled his hands and feet in gloves and socks. Didn't wake at any point during the night - not when Alfor came in to check his temperature and hook IVs into his arms, not when he explained the disease to Kol'syk, and not when Kol'syk slid into the cot beside Luxin to hold him close.
It took a whole day for Lux to stir once again.
"We don't have much in the way of a name for it. I understood that Luxin's father died from this same illness, but it usually doesn't occur this early on in an Altean's life," Alfor explained. "All we really know about it is that it develops overtime and does severe damage to the body. As in, Luxin's body is essentially eating itself alive. It's rare for it to have developed so quickly, but... there's nothing we can do for him but wait for the inevitable. I'm so sorry."
That was the moment when the acceptance started to set in, and it was so much worse than Kol'syk could ever have prepared himself for. Holding Luxin's cold hand and praying for him to wake up - to be okay - was the absolute most terrified and most devastated that Kol had ever been in his entire life. All of those hopes and dreams and aspirations he and Luxin had built up together in their minds - of a small house in the middle of nowhere, adopted children, waking up to see Luxin's sleeping face when they were older... it all vanished in the midst of reality.
Luxin was dying.
"Kol-" the croak and the twitch of the hand in his woke the Galra, and he opened his eyes to see half-asleep, dull blue eyes staring back at him while they lay together.
Now, Kol'syk was not one for tears, but he came damn near as he leaned down to press a kiss to his lover's forehead, then brushed some tangled white hair from his unusually-pale face. His Altean markings were a sickly, dark yellow-gray instead of their usual blue (or in more intimate, loving moments, pink.) "Oh, Luxin," he breathed, and watched his mate's nose scrunch up in sympathy.
"I'm s-sorry," he rasped in response, raising one arm to card through Kol's hair and brush his thumbs across the Galra's cheeks.
Kol'syk could only shake his head and lay gentle kisses along his beloved's face, fearing he would cry if he spoke. And neither of them did cry that night. Instead, they simply held one another, giving and receiving comfort, until they fell asleep near dawn.
An - Okay, I am SO SORRY for being gone so long - life has been a crazy rollercoaster of me trying to get everything together for a college transfer, of me also taking my mom to and from dentist appointments and doctors appointments (some of which are about a two hour drive there and back), planning and throwing a baby shower for my cousin, and going through the death of someone I cared about very much. Someone who was more like a grandma to me than most of my actual grandparents have ever been. Which, for most of them... isn't saying much, but still. I loved this woman with my whole heart, and I had known her for 16 years.
It's just been way too much for me to handle. I'm glad I finally got this chapter finished, though! I am still definitely continuing this story~
There is only one more Kol-syk and Luxin backstory chapter before we get back into the actual story. I was initially only going to give these two one chapter together like this, but then I fell in love and they are my favorite OC couple that I have ever written. I may do a side-series with just these two.
Again, next chapter will deal with more in-depth bodily processes (vomit, urine, sweat, blood, etc.) as would be expected with a disease that completely and utterly destroys one's body. Just to give you guys a warning.
HEADCANONS I HAVE FOR ALTEANS (which were mentioned in this chapter and will be in future chapters)
1. Color-changing marks that shift with moods. I will be explaining what color means which as they come.
2. Ability to change biological gender. I felt like, if Allura could grow to be the size of a Galra, then what the hecky heck is stopping her from becoming Alluro?
Anyway, I think that's all for now. I'll see you guys again soon (much sooner than this, I hope!)
As always - read, review, pm me, ask questions, throw a parade. Whatever floats your boat!
Love,
anim8or
