Till Death Do Us Part [Langst]

Cнαpтer 1: Pαper Lιĸe Sĸιɴ

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The team had just returned from another mission. It had actually been successful. But of course there was those few comments, from Keith, on how Lance almost caused them the mission.

It wasn't his fault though. If Lance wouldn't have shot the Galra soldier, the others would have gotten shot and the lions would've been captured

Unfortunetly when Lance did shoot the soldier, it caused a huge ruckus within those perimeters of the Galra ship. He was immediately scolded by Allura's voice through his head gear. Luckily, they were able to get the information they needed and escaped just before any major battle can occur.

As the lions had entered their hangars, Allura greeted and congratulated them on the mission. Then everyone focused on Lance. Lance tried to tell them the truth but they didn't even want to hear his side of the story.

"The mission would've gone a lot smoother if someone hadn't acciddently shot his gun," Keith spatted. Lance didn't even try arguing back.

"Now now Keith, Let's not place blame on anyone, we should be grateful we got out before anything else could happen," Shiro calmed Keith down as he looked at Lance with an emotionless expression.

"Great Work Paladins," Coran cleared his throat and tried to focus their attention else where, "We got what we needed so we should all call it a day."

"Coran's right, everyone! clean up and rest easy for the rest of the day. We got a busy day ahead of us tommorow." Allura stated as everyone began to leave the room.

Lance stood there with the rest of the lions while everyone left. Lance was about to open his mouth before Hunk's voice interrupted.

"Hey Lance." Hunk said with a slight concern in his voice. Lance turned his attention towards Hunk. "You're not coming?" Hunk asked with curiousity. Lance shook his head, "Nah," he smiled at Hunk,"Imma stay here and bond with Blue more." Hunk nodded, "If you say so, and also, dont forget about Dinner later"

Lance nodded and Hunk procceeded to leave with the others.

As soon as Lance was sure everyone had left he sighed spoke to Blue, "Sorry you have to put up with me girl."

Lance's eyes slowly began to burn as he felt a pang of guilt within his chest
"I'm sorry I'm not good enough.." Lance pet his Lion before leaving off to his room. Dinner wasnt important anyways. Neither was he.

Dinner With Rest Of The Paladins

Everyone had figured in the beginning Lance was just running late like always.  Halfway into dinner everyone still didn't question why Lance hadn't shown up. But the silence was weird. Too weird. There was something- no someone missing.

"Where's Lance?" Keith questioned breaking the silence amongst everyone. "I don't know, probably looking at his mirror admiring himself." Pidge retorted. "That's probably it." Allura rolled her eyes, as everyone broke into a fit of laughter.

As soon as the laughter died down it was that same damn silence again.

"This silence is making me queasy." Hunk finally spoke. Allura batted in, "I actually find the silence quite relaxing, it's always so loud." She lied.

Hunks laughs nervously, "Yeah maybe..."
Before anymore can happen Keith got up and spoke, "Im out of here, thanks for the dinner."

Everyone watched Keith as he left. Whiched caused even more tension and silence. Soon dinner was officially over and everyone headed to do their own thing.

Back With Lance

He had already showered and changed into some laid back clothing.

In fact, he was now looking at himself in the mirror. But not the way the others pictured he would.

Lance stared as his own reflection as his own self, spoke back to him with much hatred.

You're Pathetic

Loser

Worthless

Useless

Disguisting

No one would care if you disappeared.

Nobody cares about you.

"Get lost Lance."

"This is adult talk Lance, something you wouldn't understand."

"How did HE become a Paladin of Voltron?!"

"Stop joking around Lance, this is seriou--"

Lance had finally snapped deciding he had enough. One minute, his own self was telling him how much of a disgrace he was, the next there was glass all over the floor and his fisted hands covered in dark red blood.

Lance slumped down to the floor with blood dripping everywhere.

[X]

Lance just sat there watching the blood run down his knuckles. He looked at his arms which held stories of his past. Some were freshly new whilst others had already faded into his light dark skin. His pain didn't matter to anyone. No one would even have to know.

He deserves the pain doesn't he?
He had found razor like objects in the castle not too long ago. Was it wrong he told no one? Was it wrong he kept them? Was it wrong he used them?...

Lance could feel hot tears spill down his face. He mumbles to himself quietly, "God..you really are pathetic Lance."

He picked up the razor with such ease as if he had been done numerous times before

He slowly grazed the surface of his paper like skin leaving nothing but trails of thin blood resurfacing in it's path.

Each time was deeper and deeper.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7       

Seven marks for the Seventh Wheel.

Lance could feel himself getting light-headed. He knew he had past his limit.

The blood that was once dripping from his knuckles were all dried out. The freshly new marks now running dry.

The broken mirror still in pieces.
The razor that was used more than once now covered in dry blood. 

[X]

All these things would eventually change. Except his wounds and  those emotional tears. Those would never change.

They would never leave. And neither would his demons. He dared not to even bother cleaning the restroom. He would do that tommorow. Though he would clean his wounds before heading to sleep.

If he could get any.

Another Day, another chance.