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[ooc; Sometimes I sit here vibrating, my stomach all in knots, just trying to work up the courage to even talk to people.
Why you gotta be like this, anxiety?]
I feel this too ^^' Always hard when you are so unsure and you're body wants to roll a nope out of there
[[Relatable.]]
[ooc; bless u both. You understand my pain. ♥
Side note: I’m at work for all of eternity today (almost 11 hours, w/e) so responses likely won’t come today. Sorry. ;A;]
[ooc; Sometimes I sit here vibrating, my stomach all in knots, just trying to work up the courage to even talk to people.
Why you gotta be like this, anxiety?]
loverboilanceylance:
Looking away, Lance turned his nose up, trying to pretend like he was totally above this ridicule. He knew that it was his fault. He knew that he had slacked off for just a moment too long. But he wasn’t going to admit that to Matt of all people.
“I did watch our backs! You… you…” Ugh, trying to blame someone else for something he knew was his fault was hard. “You took too long!” He turned to face Matt again, pouting petulantly up at him.
‘‘As if!’‘ Matt rarely got angry, but man this Lance kid was annoying! The worst part is he didn’t act like this to the others. Matt knew he was six years older, and damn did it show. What a childish kid.
‘‘You’re just bitching ‘cause I have a crush on Allura, don’t worry, I’ll keep off if that makes you actually watch my back next time and don’t mess up! I’d like to stay alive!’‘ He snarled. He had just about had it with this kid.
Holy--
Lance honestly wasn’t expecting a response like that. His eyes went wide with shock before narrowing in anger. But for some reason the comments about watching his back actually pulled Lance up short and managed to stop this from turning into a full out yelling match.
With a sigh, Lance leaned back against the wall, very obviously deflating as his chin came to rest on his chest. “...Yeah, I know. I know it’s my fault. Just... don’t tell the others how bad I screwed up, okay?” With all the rage drained out of him, Lance just looked tired - and hurt.
loverboilanceylance:
It took absolutely no time at all for Lance to be completely plastered to the arm he was holding onto. Keith might be small, but there was a very obvious strength to him that had Lance delighted withing moments. He kept pressing himself up against the other’s arm and squeezing tightly intermittently.
“Hmmm, let’s see. We could start with the roof. I love to be up there, watching the city and the sunsets.” He paused and gave Keith a coy look. “You’re fine with me going up on the roof, riiiiight~?” Even though it wasn’t somewhere he was supposed to be…
‘‘With all due respect, Sire, I really can’t let you up there.’‘ He spoke, looking at the prince who was clinging onto his arm. ‘‘I apologize, I did ask you to show me your favorite places, after all, but I can’t agree with this.’‘
He kept his eyes focused on him as he spoke up again. ‘’However I’d be more than happy to see the legal ones. I promise I will always do my best to protect you while you do the things you love.’’
Lance huffed, pouting at his new guard. “Are you serious? You can’t be serious!”
Releasing Keith’s arm, Lance gestured widely to himself. “You know that I’m the prince here, right? So that means what I say goes! You should let me go wherever I want to.”
He leaned forward, raising an eyebrow at Keith and smirking softly. “Riiiight?”
loverboilanceylance:
Lance didn’t waste a single moment in getting together a milkshake for Allura. He was no master in the kitchen like Hunk was, but he could whip something good up, especially for his favorite lady in the whole universe.
It wasn’t long before he was back, bowing and holding up a strawberry milkshake to the empress. “Here you are, Your Majesty.”
Allura was talking to her mice and felt like her “old self” during the war. It felt nice to go back that part of her life but it was a small break. The Empress liked being private especially around her own paladins. Keeping the peace was actually difficult and couldn’t let it slip. The Altean looked up and put the animals next to her. She took the cup from Lance and took a sip of it. It had the same taste as before. “Thank you.”
Seeing Allura drink something he’d made for her filled Lance with joy and pride. He puffed up and grinned at her.
“Of course! I’m always happy to serve. Especially if I can get a smile out of the beautiful lady.” And he winked at her.
The Garrison Trio!
loverboilanceylance:
Almost immediately, Lance was fumbling to salute her, a bright grin plastering itself on his face. “You’ve got it! One delicious milkshake coming right up. Any flavor preference?”
But he already had his back to her, ready to rush out and get some fresh milk to fulfill her majesty’s request.
Allura knew how to make Lance happy and it made for feel good for a little bit before reality set back in. “No. You know how I like them.” She told him then picked up her mice. “I’m sorry guys. You know how things are right now.”
Lance didn’t waste a single moment in getting together a milkshake for Allura. He was no master in the kitchen like Hunk was, but he could whip something good up, especially for his favorite lady in the whole universe. It wasn’t long before he was back, bowing and holding up a strawberry milkshake to the empress. “Here you are, Your Majesty.”
Another day on the grind. Lance let out a heavy sigh as he leaned on the counter of the little coffee shop he worked at. He wanted so badly to go home and just chat with the cute boy he’d been talking to on a silly little conspiracy theory forum he’d found months ago. It was a stupid whim, but meeting that boy had been well worth it.
They were very near to dating at this point, but Lance was afraid to meet the cutie in person. What if they both turned out to hate each other? That would be the worst!
The tinkling of the bell on the door jerked Lance out of his daydreams and he put on his (very fake) customer service smile to greet the guy coming through the door - and boy was this guy sporting an outdated as heck hairstyle.
“Welcome to Altea Coffee, how can I help you?”
Keith heard about the place on the net. There was a forum he liked to visit for the theories and the chat. And there was a boy who really like to chat and he talked about the Altea.
Keith had things to arrange in the area for school - he was in the library - and he remembered the coffee. He smiled to himself and decided to go in. A rang over his head when he entered and he faced with a cute boy wearing the fakest smile he had ever seen.
He stepped to the counter and offered a soft smile. “Hey. I’d like to have a caramel latte. Is it okay if I sat there?” he pointed to a table for one.
Oh. Nice. This guy had a nice voice. Lance could be okay listening to it for their customer-employee interaction at least. And dang if that little smile wasn’t cute as heck. Alright, for now he could forgive the bad haircut and play nice. Offering up a genuine grin, Lance replied with a wink. “Sure thing. You got a name I can put on the order?” He was already busy punching the order into the register. “Sit wherever you like, honestly. We’re not very busy right now.”
loverboilanceylance:
Caught off guard by the hug, Lance simply stood there looking baffled for a few long moments before he finally wrapped her up in his arms, squeezing her gently. “Hey, just as long as you know that, that’s all that’s important.”
Allura pulled away sighing then closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. “Can you make me a milkshake please?” She asked smiling putting her paperwork to the side. “If you don’t mind.”
Almost immediately, Lance was fumbling to salute her, a bright grin plastering itself on his face. “You’ve got it! One delicious milkshake coming right up. Any flavor preference?” But he already had his back to her, ready to rush out and get some fresh milk to fulfill her majesty’s request.
Another day on the grind. Lance let out a heavy sigh as he leaned on the counter of the little coffee shop he worked at. He wanted so badly to go home and just chat with the cute boy he’d been talking to on a silly little conspiracy theory forum he’d found months ago. It was a stupid whim, but meeting that boy had been well worth it.
They were very near to dating at this point, but Lance was afraid to meet the cutie in person. What if they both turned out to hate each other? That would be the worst!
The tinkling of the bell on the door jerked Lance out of his daydreams and he put on his (very fake) customer service smile to greet the guy coming through the door - and boy was this guy sporting an outdated as heck hairstyle.
“Welcome to Altea Coffee, how can I help you?”
loverboilanceylance:
That was a look that Lance was all too accustomed to seeing nowadays. He frowned and reached out to place a gentle hand on Allura’s shoulder, ready to pull it back at any moment should she respond negatively.
“You know that you can, you know, talk to me if you ever need to.” He smiled at her, though it was a little sad. “I’ll always be on your side, Your Majesty.”
She made the screen disappear after she felt him put his hand on her shoulder. It felt like this whole thing was very annoying to her but after being with him for so long it felt numb. “I know.” Allura said turning around and gave Lance a hug. This wasn’t like her but something changed a little bit inside her.
Caught off guard by the hug, Lance simply stood there looking baffled for a few long moments before he finally wrapped her up in his arms, squeezing her gently. “Hey, just as long as you know that, that’s all that’s important.”
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loverboilanceylance:
He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward for keeping the empress from her business for any longer. But he was in it now, he wasn’t going to back down.
“It’s just that… well, to be perfectly honest, I kinda miss your smile.” Well, there went all pretenses of him being a servant for his master. “You seem unhappy. Pretty much all the time.”
She stopped what she was doing because Lance was right. She didn’t smile anymore. There was a lot of stuff that weighed down on her shoulders ever since the war ended. Allura remembered the “good times” but then pushed them aside. They weren’t important anymore. “I just have a lot in my mind.” She said in a flat tone. The Altean sighed and stopped what she was doing. The mouse appeared at her feet and hoped she notice them.
That was a look that Lance was all too accustomed to seeing nowadays. He frowned and reached out to place a gentle hand on Allura’s shoulder, ready to pull it back at any moment should she respond negatively.
“You know that you can, you know, talk to me if you ever need to.” He smiled at her, though it was a little sad. “I’ll always be on your side, Your Majesty.”
[ooc; Woo-hoo!!
Back from my weekend away and I'm all caught up~ Let me know if you want to do anything/need anything from me!]
loverboilanceylance:
Lance blinked at the guard before narrowing his eyes. His name was ‘Keith’? Seriously? What a plain, weird name. And on top of that, he seemed completely unfazed by Lance’s arrival and appearance!
“Hmmm. I guess I wouldn’t MIND showing you around. So long as you’re alright with a tour of my favorite places to be~” Which he ought to be, since he should be okay with whatever Lance wants, riiiiiight? He reached out to tuck his hand into the crook of Keith’s elbow, ignoring the way his father pinched the bridge of his nose and his sister started to laugh behind her hand. “Right this way, Keith.” He emphasized the name, trying to make it sound as silly as he could.
“That’s fine with me, your majesty.” He felt only a bit surprised as he felt the other male’s hand around his arm but let it slide for now. It couldn’t hurt.
The castle was huge, Keith often didn’t even really know where to look. It was much different from a Galra ship and a lot different from the Blade of Marmora headquarters. It was light, too.
To be fair, Altea was a beautiful planet in it’s own. Even though Keith is a Galra, he couldn’t deny enjoying the warmth of the sun and actually preferring it over the cold back in Daibazaal.
“So… about your favourite places.. where are we headed?”
It took absolutely no time at all for Lance to be completely plastered to the arm he was holding onto. Keith might be small, but there was a very obvious strength to him that had Lance delighted withing moments. He kept pressing himself up against the other’s arm and squeezing tightly intermittently.
“Hmmm, let’s see. We could start with the roof. I love to be up there, watching the city and the sunsets.” He paused and gave Keith a coy look. “You’re fine with me going up on the roof, riiiiight~?” Even though it wasn’t somewhere he was supposed to be...
“Do you remember anything?”
└meme. – accepting.┐
❛ ugh… no… w-wait… who’re you? ❜
{ keith’s head is ringing so badly right now, and he’s very dizzy. he looks up at the man dressed in blue armor-like padding, and he immediately gets defensive, raising his sword. }
❛ who are you? ❜
{ his tone is defensive, eyes narrowed as he watches for any sign of attack or threat from this mysterious guy. }
[At first, Lance looks hurt - betrayed - by the fact that Keith can't seem to remember him. But then he finds himself at the other end of a raised sword and, well, that's an entirely different can of worms. He raises his hands up in what he hopes is a placating gesture.] Whoa there, buddy. Calm down, put the sword down. I'm unarmed, see? [He wiggles his fingers, indicating his empty hands.] My name's Lance. I'm just a totally normal, very cool guy.
