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Title: Fallen City
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Frost Spirit
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Lance, Allura, Keith
Rating: T
Length: 323
Summary: The stone was slick with lichen, though Lance kept his balance with little difficulty.
The stone was slick with lichen, though Lance kept his balance with little difficulty. He had a delicate grace about his movements, and didn’t have to stick his arms out awkwardly to maintain an easy gait across the shattered stonework. Keith moved quickly after him, though he carried a sword in his hand and kept an uneasy eye on their surroundings. It wasn’t unheard of for robbers and bandits to make camp in ruins, and the last thing they needed was to be pulling arrows out of their scouts.
“You’re worried,” Allura’s voice was a soft whisper, directly into Shiro’s ear. He didn’t jump or look about, far too used to her magic to be startled by it. He shifted position slightly, in the shade of the overhang, and watched as Lance made a leap from the downed column to a wall support that was jutting out at an unnatural angle. Keith wouldn’t be able to make the same jump; but he wasn’t looking to, his attention drawn by something that Shiro could not see.
“I am allowed to worry,” Shiro said in return, his eyes trained on Lance alone. His heart was thudding in his chest and Shiro placed the palm of his right hand over his breast, trying to will the calm that he felt toward Lance’s heightened uncertainty. There was a soft clatter of stonework as Lance vanished into the remnants of the tower and out of view. Keith remained at his post for a moment, sword held tight and the faint glimmer of magic in the other hand before he followed Lance. They were lost to view, and after a moment Shiro stood, his hand on the tree for support. Lance was untested, yes, but he had Keith by his side and together they would prevail.
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Frost Spirit
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Lance, Allura, Keith
Rating: T
Length: 323
Summary: The stone was slick with lichen, though Lance kept his balance with little difficulty.
The stone was slick with lichen, though Lance kept his balance with little difficulty. He had a delicate grace about his movements, and didn’t have to stick his arms out awkwardly to maintain an easy gait across the shattered stonework. Keith moved quickly after him, though he carried a sword in his hand and kept an uneasy eye on their surroundings. It wasn’t unheard of for robbers and bandits to make camp in ruins, and the last thing they needed was to be pulling arrows out of their scouts.
“You’re worried,” Allura’s voice was a soft whisper, directly into Shiro’s ear. He didn’t jump or look about, far too used to her magic to be startled by it. He shifted position slightly, in the shade of the overhang, and watched as Lance made a leap from the downed column to a wall support that was jutting out at an unnatural angle. Keith wouldn’t be able to make the same jump; but he wasn’t looking to, his attention drawn by something that Shiro could not see.
“I am allowed to worry,” Shiro said in return, his eyes trained on Lance alone. His heart was thudding in his chest and Shiro placed the palm of his right hand over his breast, trying to will the calm that he felt toward Lance’s heightened uncertainty. There was a soft clatter of stonework as Lance vanished into the remnants of the tower and out of view. Keith remained at his post for a moment, sword held tight and the faint glimmer of magic in the other hand before he followed Lance. They were lost to view, and after a moment Shiro stood, his hand on the tree for support. Lance was untested, yes, but he had Keith by his side and together they would prevail.