Warm.
Not a day went by that Lance thought that the castle felt cold. Sure, it got physically cold, but never truly cold.
That is, until Shiro had gone missing.
There had been a chill in the air, persistently nipping at everyone. It didn't matter how much the paladins wrapped up in blankets, or cranked up the heat. They couldn't escape the cold.
That was the first time Lance nearly withdrew from the others. He tried, but found without them, everything felt so much colder. His friends, his family, brought warmth to the coldness seeping into his bones.
When Shiro returned, the chill lingered. It should've left, but it didn't. Lance still felt it, in the cold metal and his shower water, in the food he ate and in his fuzzy pajamas. Even in his bond with the Red Lion, which should've been warm, hot and fiery like the Lion himself, there was a streak of cold tainting it.
The chill gave Lance a sense of loss and hopelessness, of dread and fear. He could feel that something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be good.
How right he was.
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Super short, but that was kinda the point. Excited for this (^^)
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