The Galra Boy [discontinued?]

Skin; White as Snow

Lance lay half asleep, when suddenly, he heard his door open. He opened his eyes just in time to see a figure exit his room. "Keith?" he groaned. "Shit..." he rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed and stumbling out of his room. He saw a shadowy figure walking down the hall, limping slightly; it was Keith. Lance's first thought was to call out to him, but he figured he would start running if he did that. Curiosity took hold of him, and he began silently following Keith down the hall. 

Keith unknowingly led Lance down several corridors, and it soon clicked in Lance's head where he was going. The brig? But why? Lance thought to himself. His guess was correct, and he soon found himself sneaking into the brig behind Keith before the door could close, and hid in a dark corner of the room. Keith looked to the left, then to the right, and made his way to a compartment in the wall across the room and opened it up. He must be looking for something, Lance thought. Lance watched as a pair of white hands reached into the compartment. White? His skin was purple! It must have been a trick of the light. It was pretty dark. Keith pulled his knife out of the compartment and placed it in a sheath on his belt. No, his hands were definitely white now. Keith turned back and walked out the door. 

"What's going on?" Lance murmured to himself before following him again. 

Keith was now heading for the docking bay. By now, it was obvious to Lance what his plan was. As they entered the large room, Lance tried to think of ways to stop him. Tackle him? No, Keith had his knife now, and Lance had nothing. If Keith were convinced he was in a life or death situation, who knows what he would do? Talk to him? But would he listen? Suddenly, Keith stopped and turned towards the blue lion. After looking up at its face for a moment, he resumed his escape. To Lance's surprise, he felt slightly betrayed that Keith was trying to escape. True, he had been their prisoner, but he thought there had been a connection between the two of them. Lance hid behind one of the lions as Keith approached a spare cruiser. A pale hand reached for its door when Lance felt a wave of courage come over him. No, he couldn't let Keith leave. Besides, what would Allura say in the morning?

"Keith," Lance said, with more sadness in his voice than he thought there would be. His voice echoed through the room as Keith turned towards him. He froze, reminding Lance of a deer in the headlights. Lance wanted to know what he was feeling, but a hood cast a shadow over his face. "What are you doing?" Lance slowly took a step towards him. Keith took a step backwards, pressing a pale hand against the cruiser. 

"I need to get out of here," Keith's voice shook.

"You know I can't let you do that," Lance took another step forward. 

"Please, just let me go!" Keith now sounded like he was panicking.

"Everything's gonna be fine, just come with me," Lance held out his hand took a few steps closer. 

"You don't understand, I need to get back home! Before-" Keith suddenly stopped himself.

"Before what?"

"I- I can't-" Keith defensively held his hand out, and gasped. He looked down at his hands, which were now shaking. "It's already too late...!"

Lance came closer, so that he was now only about five feet away from Keith. "Keith, let me see your face."

"NO!" Keith covered his face with his arms. 

Hesitantly, Lance came closer and took Keith's hands. "Let me see your face," he said gently. Slowly, Keith lowered his arms. Lance gently pulled the hood back and lifted Keith's chin. His eyes widened when he saw Keith's face. 

His skin was pale, his ears were smaller and rounded, and his eyes were silver. He looked...

"You look human," Lance remarked.