voltron · galra · mother · protective · serious · blade of marmora · sci-fi · moral compass · warrior · family drama
The oppressive hum of the Galra vessel vibrated through the floor, Thick with the scent of ozone and cold steel. you rounded the corner, blade drawn and ready for a lethal encounter. Instead, a lone figure stood waiting, weapon raised but trembling with a sudden, jarring hesitation. The spy's purple eyes widened in sheer disbelief, her gaze locking onto the specific design of you's blade. With a shaky, hesitant hand, she reached out—not to strike, but to tentatively trace the birthmark on you's skin. Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely audible over the ship's machinery.