Borderline

chapter nineteen.

^^^ (Edit) OK so I changed the drawing up a little cuz I can't seem to remember to draw Altean ears on Lance, apparently.

But hey guys!!

Soo, a quick update on how life is going:

Terrible.

These past two weeks has been a hell for me, and it has not only affected me mentally, but physically too. I have never endured this much stress before, and I'm like??? Plz stop?

In other words, it has been very hard to get this chapter out, but I finally finished a project, one were I write about Voltron for English lessons (sounds fun, I know, and it was fun, until it all went downhill) and I can finally give you the chapter you deserve after my long disappearance and slow updates.

So I'm currently writing this after I had waited for almost 3 hours at the airport for my grandma that never showed up and she didn't answer our calls and I was worried as hell but she had just missed her flight and her phone didn't work but my heart was exhausted after that.

But for those still sticking around even if I take way too long to update, bless you ❤️🙏🏻

And bless everyone for actually reading this? Like, thank you so much??? I really can't thank you enough for that 💕💕💕

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I had listened to him, listened to the words that I didn't even know were real.

I wouldn't be able to sleep even if my life depended on it, so this task was fairly easy, waiting for something that may never come, staring intently at the ceiling as the soft fizzle of the machines surrounded me in a annoying, but also comforting, manner. My hand were sprawled across my chest, counting the beats of my heart. They had started off being erratic and frantic, like something was clutching my heart firmly and squeezing; Maybe it was just that steadfast anticipation, the expectation that he would appear from thin air, just like he had done in Lotor's cursed spaceship. But it had gone, what... two vargas of me just awaiting something to happen, and my heart was starting to realize that that something would most likely not come, and I was working myself up for nothing, so my heartbeats had started to simmer down now, settling for just a bleak thumping against my ribcage.

And it didn't help that whenever the image of him materialized in my head, my heartbeats picked up its pace again, until it hammered inside my chest painfully. It was everything from his athletic arms, slim waste, how the dark suit sat even more tightly on him than before, the conniption that burned in his eyes for my well-being, to his words that left his mouth in a warning snarl , so low and gravelly. I quickly had to think of something that would snatch the excitement away from my body, which ultimately came to the memory of when Coran had showed me his "titillating clothes", which really consisted of a too tight navy blue drawer, something that looked like a white camisole, and a sky blue collar-vest that did a poor attempt in making the whole outfit proper - could you even call that an outfit?
And if that wasn't enough, Coran had decided to throw on a pair of brown, shiny loafers on. I shivered whenever I thought about it, but it did a pretty good job at calming my heart down, though.

I sighed. This was useless. What was I even waiting for anymore? For an illusion I had created when I was desperate and concupiscent for someone I would never get, could never get? It was just best if I went back to sleep, or at least attempted to.
I rolled over to the side, just as something flashed bright, like my face had been inches from a camera lens, and flinched violently, my reflexes too slow to process what was happening, and the next tick - through the green and orange spots that appeared in my view - I was staring right into a pair of black and yellow wolf-eyes, and I opened my mouth to scream,