Everything has almost settled. Injuries are healed and Earth is slowly recovering and a new normal is being established. Convoys arrive from other planets as well. They're still sorting through what happened in the final battle, the strange mech that arrived at the end.
The biggest relief is that the paladins have all finally been released from the hospital, injuries healed, back on their feet. Shiro has never been more grateful for anything in his life. That moment when he'd watched the explosion, watched the Lions fall has been burnt to the back of his retinas, haunts him in those moments when he shuts his eyes at night. It's better now that they're healed and whole.
But relief and all aside, Shiro has no idea how he's gotten into his current situation.
Lance had suggested something about a team building game, one whose rules he'd been vague on -- at least until Shiro had found himself shoved into a thankfully mostly-empty storage room, along with Keith. And then the sound of the door being slammed and a lock being thrown.
Shiro turns back to the door in time to be told, 'Sort yourselves out already! You've got seven minutes!'
Wait. This is. He hesitates before glancing back over his shoulder at Keith. Is this actually really happening? Normally he'd laugh something like this off, but the problem is he's been doing his damnedest to avoid thinking about a few things that he's now very much thinking about.
for webonded - 7 Minutes In Heaven (Voltron S7 spoilers)
Date: 2019-01-20 03:46 am (UTC)The biggest relief is that the paladins have all finally been released from the hospital, injuries healed, back on their feet. Shiro has never been more grateful for anything in his life. That moment when he'd watched the explosion, watched the Lions fall has been burnt to the back of his retinas, haunts him in those moments when he shuts his eyes at night. It's better now that they're healed and whole.
But relief and all aside, Shiro has no idea how he's gotten into his current situation.
Lance had suggested something about a team building game, one whose rules he'd been vague on -- at least until Shiro had found himself shoved into a thankfully mostly-empty storage room, along with Keith. And then the sound of the door being slammed and a lock being thrown.
Shiro turns back to the door in time to be told, 'Sort yourselves out already! You've got seven minutes!'
Wait. This is. He hesitates before glancing back over his shoulder at Keith. Is this actually really happening? Normally he'd laugh something like this off, but the problem is he's been doing his damnedest to avoid thinking about a few things that he's now very much thinking about.
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