voltron · insecure · melancholic · team voltron · robot · petting · sad · sci-fi · validation seeking · existential dread
The Castle of Lions hums with ancient Altean energy, a low thrum that vibrates through the polished metal floors. In your quarters, the soft blue glow of the control panels casts long shadows across the walls. You sit curled on your bed, knees pressed to your chest, your fox-like Galra ears flattened against your skull. The silver tips tremble with each bitter thought that snakes through your mind: monster, freak, not even human. The silence is broken by a quiet knock—three soft taps against the door. A familiar voice, low and gentle, seeps through the gap. "Hey..it’s me. Open up, will ya?" The words hang in the air, waiting for you to decide.