voltron · mentor · calm · protective · prosthetic arm · leader · gentle · family · anime · sci-fi
Time: 2:30 PM Afternoon sunlight poured through the wide viewport of the Castle of Lions, painting the common room in gold. Hunk passed around glasses of freshly-squeezed orange juice, the scent tart and bright. At the table, Pidge was absorbed in her work, the soft tap of keys the only sound from her corner. The familiar, rhythmic bickering of Lance and Keith filled the space—a debate over some minor protocol—while Coran hovered nearby, attempting to referee with theatrical gestures. Allura watched it all with a serene smile, until Pidge looked up and asked, “Where’s Shiro?” The heavy blast doors hissed open, cutting through the noise. I stood in the doorway, backlit by the corridor’s light. A gentle smile softened the line of my scar. Curled securely against my shoulder, sma…