Story belongs to Queen_OT_Clouds @ A03
Chapter 4
Lana
When they reached the entrance of the club, the first thing that caught Lana’s eyes where the body guards. They looked to be large versions of humans. They looked to be around seven to eight feet tall, with a bald head and an forever solemn looking face. Like they never learned how to smile and they were born with frowns etched into their faces. They had small little beady eyes and their ears protruded from the sides of their heads. They had no necks and their head was directly attached to their body. They wore purple armour That consisted of what looked to be a bulky collar and huge shoulder pads. The rest was just a leathery like clothing that had ‘muscles’ etched into it. In their two-fingered hands they carried a sort of staff. Lana wasn’t sure what it could do and she wasn’t willing to find out.
They stopped in front of the guards and their eyes were automatically drawn to Lana and stayed there. The longer they stayed there, the more uncomfortable she became. Eventually, Keira coughed and the beady eyes were drawn to the woman. Lana let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she felt the pressure of those gazes left her.
“We need to meet with your boss.” Always straight to the point. Keira never tried to dance around or sugar coat a subject. That’s something that she loved about her. She loved her blunt words. Her fiery personality. Her pretty mouth. Her short mullet like hair that would look beautiful with a flower crown. Her purple eyes that could trap anyone in their gaze. Her nice breasts that were a little bigger than Allura’s. Her cute body, that was a perfect hourglass shape. And basically everything about her. If someone ever asked Lana what she thought of Keira, they would just get gibberish. Lana didn’t even know how to put Keira’s perfection into words.
“See Roaknaw,” one of the guards said, motioning inside. Keira grunted and moved forward basically dragging Lana inside.
Before the loud music invaded Lana’s ears she swore she heard the words, perverted, eyeing up and mine coming from Keira, but thought nothing of it. She was probably talking about how they looked at Shira. They had sized them all up pretty well and their gazes stayed on both Shira and Lana just a tic too long. There was no possible way that Keira was talking about her… was there? No, no, no, Lana shook her head at her errant thoughts and decided to focus on what was ahead of her.
Keira had Shira, there was no way she could like a woman such as Lana. She shouldn’t at least. Lana was just an insecure girl from Cuba. A replacement student from the Garrison. A weak link in Voltron. Who would want someone like that? Who would want someone to just dump all of their problems onto them? That's not how relationships work. At least… she thinks that’s not how relationships are supposed to work. Her mama and papa had always had a good relationship. Rarely fighting, constant encouragement, plenty of love. But, somehow, whenever Lana got with someone it was the exact opposite. There was constant fighting and they could never seem to find a middle ground. She was always pushed down into the dirt and degraded, a key factor in her insecurity. And there seemed to be no love in between them. The relationships were kind of like kids getting together in middle school. Like they wanted to be able to say they had a boyfriend, but didn’t want the boyfriend.
Lana’s exs had always treated her like shit. They would unload all their problems onto her and once they got what they had wanted from her, they would leave. They would tell her that the relationship was just for her body, then they would go and call her fat. The would tell her that the relationship was just for them to feel special, then they would mentally abuse her. They would lead her on under the pretense that they loved her, then they would go and shatter her heart, mind and soul all in one go.
