Keith was lying on the floor, staring at an inconspicuous spot on the ceiling. Clear water was steadily dripping out of the area, and he closed his eyes.
The steady beat aided his train of thought.
Drip
Dest came.
Drip
Lance left in a pod.
Drip
Pidge can find him.
Drip-drip.
The rhythm suddenly broke, and Keith scowled at it. His 'analysis' gave him nothing but more questions. Why did Lance leave? And why did Allura yell at him for it? Why didn't anyone care? Why was Hunk staring at him for so long?
Keith attempted to answer those questions himself, but who was he to? He simply stood by and stared at the floor. The edgy red paladin who screamed at Lance like the rest of Voltron. Who was he to answer these questions if not Lance?
"Argh," Keith groaned and sat up, casting one last look at the water. It had stopped dripping.
Well if a stupidly philosophical approach didn't work, Keith would do what he's always done, train, fight the thoughts away.
"Activate Level One," Keith hesitated, "Nevermind. Deactivate Level One."
The gladiator emerged from the ceiling, only to be swallowed up by the floor a second after.
First time I don't feel like fighting.
Keith swung a towel over his shoulder. Seems like thinking is inevitable. I guess I could always analyze my moves. That seems like something a thinking person would do. Like Pidge, or Coran...
Keith climbed into the control room, where he and Lance had to help each other get through a maze. The memory was painful but filled to the brim with the bittersweetness of the moment. Keith navigated through the buttons and controls and found the security logs. They were organized in a strange way, the oldest footage was the first thing you saw. Alteans. Keith rolled his eyes. Scrolling through all this would take a while.
I have nothing else to do, what the hell. Let's try.
A few moments later, Kieth had fallen to the floor. Half of the footage, it was all Lance. Lance training, day and night, fighting the gladiator, shooting all the targets with impeccable accuracy.
How the hell didn't we notice-
(It's been 80 years. Well, not really but you get the idea. I don't know how long I'll keep updating, but I'll do my best and try to finish this time. I don't exactly want to abandon the 5 people who want an ending.)
(Have fun reading, and let's all hope I don't die from cringe reading this book to remember the plot lol. Anyways, rambling done, enjoy :)
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Lover Boy - A Voltron Fiction
FanfictionLance was alone in the hangers, again. Blue was resting after a long week of missions, but she still tried her best to comfort him every day. His only friend. His only support. How hilarious...Lance thought. I spend more time with a robot than I do...
