Voltron: The Heart of a Tiger (A keithxoc & shiroxoc story)

Chapter 3: Vrepit Sa

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~Faux~

I woke up entangled in blankets. The room I found myself in was unfamiliar, but familiar at the same time. Over the past week since my father's death, I've been trying the best as I could to deal with it. Happy memories only seemed to make everything sadder than I wanted, so I chose to forget, and sometimes that included falling into the trap of my pleasures.

Untangling myself, I got up from the bed and looked at my companion. He was someone I had never met before, probably an alien that had recently moved to Refuge. I got dressed in the grey body suit I had worn the night before, the black and purple accents accentuating the curve of my body. It was easy to move around in, and was my go- to outfit to wear.

I knew that the memory of my father wasn't the only thing I was running from. I didn't want any of the leaders to find me, afraid that they were going to give me Dad's position. I couldn't do that. Every time I thought about taking over for Dad, it had always seemed wrong, I wasn't like him, in fact I was probably the exact opposite of him.

When I stepped out of the room, I knew exactly where I was. It was a tavern I frequented over the years. It was a popular spot during the sleeping hours, but during waking hours, only a few stragglers occupied the space.

My head pounded as I walked down the metal steps onto the tavern floor, a pink female alien smiling at me as I stepped up to the counter.

"Need something for the galactic headache?" She asked me, upon which I nodded.

I sat on a stool as the bartendress mixed a few different colored liquids together. When she was done, she placed the cup before me.

"You went pretty hard last night: She stated as I fumbled around my pockets "I highly doubt that you have any GAC or jewels in your possession, so this is on the house" I silently thanked her and watched her walk away, taking the cup into my hands. I never asked her what was within her miracle drink that made the hangover disappear. I didn't care, as long as it worked, I'll keep taking it.

I turned to face the tavern.

Everyone was seemingly having a good time. Laughs rumbled off the walls, and voices were pungent. None of them gave me any mind, one of the reasons why I frequented a place like this. I didn't have to try to be anyone I wasn't. Nobody cared who you were or how important to society you were. Everyone was equal and welcomed.

When the Marmora walked in, he immediately caught my attention. He was shorter than most that I had seen, and of slighter build. He also didn't carry himself like the others did, lacking the ego confidence that they usually possessed.

He sat at a shadowed booth of the tavern, looking as though he were some type of guardian. I don't know what intrigued me about him. I have met many Blade in my life time, but the air around this one seemed to be drastically different than the ones I have met before. He wasn't intimidating.

When the mask of the Marmoran landed in my direction, I could feel the heat immediately rise at being caught. I had to turn away from him, my heart pounding heavily as my breath caught in my throat.

"Ah, Faux. There you are" The voice made me stiffen. It didn't have the same authoritative tone that it usually held, but I could recognize it anywhere "You know the other Leaders are looking for you" I took a quick sip of the liquid before placing the cup onto the counter. I suddenly started to feel unsteady and I could a slight pressure squeeze into my spine. I swallowed and tried to keep the sparks from showing.