~Unknown Time Before~
He opened his eyes gradually, as to not be blinded by the light shining on his face. He brought his hands from his eyes as the light became less intrusive. He stilled immediately at his surroundings.
They were different. Oh no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening. This wasn't supposed to happen.
I shouldn't have...
I shouldn't have...
I shouldn't...
I...I...
He closes his eyes again and tries to slow his erratic breathing. In, out, in, out. It took a little time, but he was eventually back to normal. He looked again at his surroundings.
It actually wasn't too different from what he had but different nonetheless. It still had the appearance of a cell, purple tones and all - but something was missing...
The door opened, and someone else was thrown in.
They muttered obscenities as they sat up, and Lance got his first good look at their face.
They looked like Allura- which is to mean Altean- but with green markings and a pixie cut. Their clothes resembled Lance's in galran prisoner fashion but was dirty and torn from the time they had been wearing it. The originally purple top was reduced to what Lance could recognize as a crop top, showing their stomach, and their pants torn to shorts.
"What are you looking at?" They asked, eyebrow raised at Lance. That's when he noticed their eyes. They were different colors- what was that called again?
Heterochromia was what he was supplied with.
One of their eyes reminded him- surprisingly- of his friend/rival, Keith, with the shades of red, orange, and yellow that colored his personality.
The other reminded him of Pidge, with the browns and greens of her own soul.
"I'll ask again, what do you think you're looking at?" They speak again and startle him out of his daze.
"Sorry, I-I just..." he starts to say, but he finds he doesn't have the words. His gaze switches to the concrete of the cell. "You have nice eyes," he blurts out before clamping his hand over his mouth. Stupid. He shouldn't have said that. He can feel their gaze on him as he blushes in embarrassment. "Sorry, again," he tries desperately to save the conversation. "You remind me of some of my friends," he tries instead.
They give him a thoughtful look before they reply. "I don't think there are any reasons to apologize for." They give him a shaky smile. "The name's Hadley Fawke. You most likely haven't heard of me."
He shakes his head. "Can't say I have, Hadley," His smile was a little more stationary than theirs but had the same emotion.
He holds out a hand. "My name's Lance." They shook hands.
"So how'd you get stuck in this hell-hole?" They ask. Lance frowns. He tries to think back, but everything that happened right before he woke up in the cell was missing.
"I'm not exactly sure." He looks over as they adopt a thoughtful expression.
"Where is the last place you remember being?"
"Space," he says bluntly. "Somewhere in space. In a robot cat. I think."
Their eyes light up. "You're a paladin?"
Lance nods. "I'm the blue paladin," he confirms.
"That's so cool," they gush, eyes sparkling. Lance shrugs.
"It's not too bad."