The start of the story is by another Tumblr account, i'll mention them after their part is added.
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There was no one there to catch the flash a bright blue. And no one there to see the tips of his hair become a bright white. He walked alone through the hallway as he started slipping, negative emotions a powerful deterrent. If no one was there to witness him slipping, did he really ever slip at all? It was a question he used as a mantra when he did slip, alone and safe to be as dangerous as he could allow.
Unfortunately no matter how reassuring the question could be it didn't solve the problem of freezing everything he touched. Automatic doors helped, he thought walking into the bathroom, but Lance was still angry and sad and alone and one wave of emotions away from turning the Castle of Lions into floating space icicle.
He found himself leaning against the wall of his personal bathroom without any recollection of getting there. Regardless he started his breathing exercises, in and out and willing the emotions away. Forgetting deep breath by deep breath how useless Shiro made him feel- he had to stop. A crawling sheet of ice made its way to the edges of the floor, and up the wall he was leaning against. A cold mist floating from his palms. Deep breaths. Deeper breaths.
Lance huddled in on himself, eyes closed tight and still seeing the disappointed face of his leader. It shook him and this time he heard the ice. He threw his head up to find the source and found the swap-shop sourced makeshift shower curtain as stiff as a board. The metal was iced over, the Altean plumbing. He couldn't see all of the mirror from where he was sitting, but of what he could, a thick layer of frost could be seen over every inch.
For the better, he thought. He already knew what he would see; A white haired, blue eyes ice witch version of himself that never should have left Earth.
Lance continued to try his breathing exercises, but they didn't seem to be working.
Especially when he heard a knock on the door.
"Lance, can me and hunk talk to you?"-Keith
Crap, of course it had to be now of all times.
Lance knew he couldn't answer, he didn't want them to notice he was in his room.
"Lance, c'mon."-Hunk
Lane started to panic more, turning the floor to slick ice, slinking and expanding to his room.
"I'm going in. You coming with?"-Keith
"I am, but don't say it was my idea."-Hunk
The door opened.
Lance was too panicked, hearing the blood pumping in his ears but not the door of his room sliding open.
"Why is it so cold in here?"-Hunk
They both could see their own breathe when they entered the room.
"I think there is something wrong with lance's room. I-ack!"-Keith
Keith partially slipped on the ice that was in front of the bathroom, but he caught himself.
"Ice?"-Keith
Keith and Hunk stood for a second, listening. They could just barely hear heavy breathing coming from the bathroom.
Lance clutched his head aggressively, and continued to see the entire team's disappointed faces in his mind.
"I think he might be in there.."-Hunk
Keith opened the bathroom door, and found lance, curled in on himself on the floor.
