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┊┊. ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ, ᴋᴏɢᴀɴᴇ
❝There's something about you that just... makes everything better. I feel at peace when you're around, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. ❞
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ᴠᴏʟᴛʀᴏɴ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
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𖤓 ' I never imagined I could be the one to hurt her like this—my own sister, the very person I vowed to protect. How could I let my fears turn me into the very thing I despise? ' 𖤓
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A low, rumbling snore reverberated through the otherwise silent bridge, a curious contrast to the tension-laden air. Lunarae turned her gaze toward the sound, her golden eyes trailing over the dim-lit expanse until they settled on Hunk, whose large frame was slumped in his chair, head tilted back at an awkward angle. The gentle glow of the bridge's various monitors illuminated his relaxed features, highlighting the soft rise and fall of his chest with each breath. His mouth hung slightly ajar, a thin string of drool glistening at its corner, catching the dim light as it stretched precariously, a bead of moisture on the verge of dropping onto his collar.
His snores continued, a rhythmic cadence that vibrated through the metal confines, echoing off the smooth surfaces. It was a sound almost too mundane for their current setting, as though the very air itself resisted such triviality amidst the tension and looming danger. Yet, like a melody caught on the wind, it persisted until, abruptly, it faltered. Hunk's head began to tip forward, gravity pulling it away from the false balance it had found. For a split second, his body hung in the perfect stillness of anticipation before lurching forward, and with a startled gasp, Hunk jerked awake. His eyes shot open, glassy and wide, as he scrambled upright with a frantic flailing of limbs. "What? What'd I miss?" His voice sliced through the quiet, a jarring burst that made the room seem to shudder.
Nearby, Lance stood with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, his posture a blend of nonchalance and amused annoyance. His gaze flickered toward Hunk, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a sly grin. The dim lights cast shadows over his face, sharpening the glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, nothing important," he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with a feigned casualness that betrayed his underlying jest. "We've just figured out a way to defeat Zarkon." His voice was a teasing lilt, each word carefully drawn out, weaving a thread of sarcasm that hung in the air like a taunt.
