Okay, so I am not trying to bash Lance I swear but man, this was a tough one to write. But the song prompt for this story was 'Halo' by Bethany Joy Galeotti and I did always feel because Allura is so pretty and powerful, Lance did put her on a pedestal, similar to how he did with Shiro, so I think that could cause problems. Post-season 8.
Maybe he didn't mean it – Lance could be a bit dense at times but after she had come back, it was clear their relationship had either changed or she had been too blind to see it before. Lance saw her as perfect – beautiful, strong, without flaws. And while that may sound flattering coming from an outside point of view, it did not help Allura when the cracks began to show. Lance would comfort her when she missed her parents – when she missed her relatives but not once the attacks started.
She would see something small like smoke – and it was like she would forget where she was. Her mind would drift back to all the destruction as if it was happening within that very moment. Lance would call out her name in a panic, but she didn't respond. The first time, he was sympathetic but when it started happening a little too often, he was…disappointed, so to speak.
"I never thought you'd have any of these problems," Lance admitted. "I mean, you're always so strong."
"I never said everything would be perfect, Lance," Allura said frowning a bit. "You see me as perfect but I'm not. I'm tired of fighting and a lot has happened."
Lance sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. "Then, where do we go from here? I care about you a lot, but I think maybe I saw something different; you know?"
Allura had always known this to some extent, but she had not ever expected it to be the reason things fell apart. "I don't know." There was no real answer. Where did they go from here? Separate ways? Maybe, in the end that would be for the best because she needed to come down from this pedestal and just be herself. This may be the only way.