Slow me down

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Who: Allura (quintessent) & Various
What: Nov/Dec Catchall + Quests!
When: November/December. After Dranbu
Where: Various
Warning(s): N/A



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this thread is so cute ;_;

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[In true selfie fashion, she leans in close so that they can both be in the picture, one arm propping up the lion plush so that it's also “looking” at the camera, and her other arm looping through Lance's elbow. For lack of a better place to put it, but also because it felt right.

When the pictures are finished, she takes a step away, but leans in to look at the pictures as he swipes through, laughing at the one where her eyes are half shut. But they're nice. They both look happy. And there's something about the multicolored glow of the festival lights around them that makes the picture seem even more dream-like.

She smiles, stepping away.]

Now we will both have a souvenir from our evening.

[With her hand still loosely hooked on Lance's elbow, she starts pulling him along once again.]

Are you ready to go?

all our threads are murder

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[Lance catches her eye as she tugs on his arm, and his heart skips a beat. He's always felt so lucky to have Allura as his friend, but this is a little more than just feeling lucky to be able to share a happy moment together. She's so beautiful, always has been, but she's so much more than that. She's the most courageous, giving and wonderful person he's ever known an in his heart of hearts, he knows there's a good chance that he could live an entire lifetime and never meet another person as special as Allura.... and more than anything else, he wants her to be happy.

And maybe he wants to just tell her how important she is to him, but it's such a strange thing to say in response to her question that he has to laugh at himself a little and shake the thought from his mind.]

More than ready! If this is your first carnival, we can't just stand around all day, we gotta try everything there is to offer!

[Keeping their arms linked, Lance starts walking along with her towards the ferris wheel line. Luckily, it's not too long and there are only a few people ahead of them. He fills in the wait with more enthused chatter.]

We gotta do all the classics like whack-a-mole! Oh! And we gotta try and find you some cotton candy. It's not a carnival until you've had some good old sugar to top it all off.

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[She’s smiling, listening to him chatter. She’s not sure why they need to whack any moles or how they made candy out of cotton, but she’s happy letting him fill the space between them with his enthusiasm. It’s always been like this between them, and as much as sometimes it could get a little overwhelming, she wouldn’t trade it for anything else. There was something inherently comforting about moments like these, walking arm-in-arm, listening to his excited chatter and letting herself enjoy the moment in all of its simplicity.

It was something she’d missed dearly in the time that they were apart, something that she’d taken for granted, the easy way they could talk, how naturally Lance could pull her out of her own head. She wasn’t sure if he realized it, but she considered his positive influence was just as much the heart of Voltron as anything else.]

Perhaps at the next game I can win you a prize- or maybe if we go back to the balloon game we can get a second lion- Oh, we’re moving!

[It doesn’t take long at all for them to reach the front of the line, and she releases Lance’s arm when the carnival worker opens the gate for the next open basket on the ride. The whole thing wobbles a little when she steps on, and she gives a little woah, before sitting down, setting the lion in her lap and offering her hand to help Lance up next.]

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[That gets a fresh burst of laughter as he takes Allura's hand and steps into the small compartment.]

Oh man, if you won me a prize, I'd treasure it forever and ever.

[He takes a seat, and the attendant closes the gate.]

Not that I don't already do that when it comes to you - [Uh. wait. This is getting real cheesy for talking to a friend -- ABORT. He rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly.] Heh.

[Yeah, just "heh." Real. Real smooth transition there, Lance. But he's spared a little because the ride begins to move and their basket swings a little as they move up into the air.]

Woah, alright we're heading into the sky! Bet the view's really something up on the top of the world.

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[Allura gets quiet when Lance turns up the cheese, and she can feel a tightness to her chest as she turns away, in a show of appreciating the view (which was just slightly-above-ground-level tents and trees at this point). It’s not the first time she’s felt like this, not even the first time this night, and she’s not obtuse enough not to realize what it is she’s feeling — she felt it in the moment that her mice told her about Lance’s true feelings, in the relief of seeing him on El Nysa and a dozen times in between.

But that doesn’t make it any less complicated.

She’s quiet for a bit, fiddling with the plush lion in her lap while she thinks. Abruptly, without looking at him,]

Lance, back home, do you remember… a conversation that you had with the mice?

[Being trapped on a ferris wheel is the perfect time to bring up vague awkward feelings. (And a great time to forget that their memories might not exactly match up.)]