[Closed] Girl, Put Your Records On, Tell Me Your Favorite Song

[heartofalioness]

Who: Lance, Princess Allura, Rainer Michelle, Romelle, and Keith
Where: Cherrygrove City Spa
When: Sometime in early February
Summary: A few friends mourn a loss through self-care
Rating: PG to PG-13 (thanks, Lance), will warn as necessary


Hearing that Jaskier had been sent home was… quite a blow among the Voltrons. He’d been a good friend to all of them, especially to Shiro, and of course poor Geralt and Kiri were left behind… And honestly, Allura was starting to miss her friends back at the house, at least in person. Shiro and Pidge and Sasha chose to sit this out, but Allura decided to invite a few of her friends who knew Jaskier to do something in his memory, and Lance came up with the idea of a mini-spa retreat in Cherrygrove City. Mud baths, massages with hot stones and scrubs and aromatherapy, hair and nail salons, the works. And thanks to working part-time jobs almost the whole time she’s been here, especially in Violet City, Allura actually has quite a bit saved up to chip in for the small group to stay a full weekend. So kick back, chat over manicures and herb-infused drinks, and enjoy.

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[spacebaloney]

[Lance squints right back in similar confusion, thinking Allura's not quite getting Earth slang again. He's pretty sure he's taught her all the curse words, or at least tried to, but maybe this one has slipped her mind since then.]

The ass? Their butt? The roundest part of their body?

[heartofalioness]

I gathered that part. [SHE KNOWS WHAT ASS MEANS.] What I mean is why the Galra part is what you have issue with. You were always willing to work with our Blade allies in our world, especially after Zarkon's first defeat.

[Especially since... there's something far too familiar about it. Something awful Allura had banished from her own heart, and it's chilling even thinking of seeing it in a heart as bright as Lance's.]

[spacebaloney]

[Lance shifts in the water, turning away to grab the bottle of champange. He doesn't need a refill, just a distraction so he doesn't have to look Allura in the eye as she pushes.]

Yeah, well, that was before.

[Before the Galrans destroyed everything he held dear and made the lines between friend and foe too blurry. Why bother working through the trauma to clear the air when it's so much easier to ignore it? It's been working fine for him so far!]

Things are different now and that's that. Thace and I don't get along and we won't be getting along, so let's just move onto another subject.

[heartofalioness]

[Is he really ignoring it, though?]

Lance... [Her voice is soft as she makes her way over to sit next to him, eyes hurting but also hoping for more trust.] This is about more than the auction, isn't it? What happened? Please?

[spacebaloney]

[He's trying to, but SOMEONE keeps poking the sleeping bear of unhealed wounds.]

Allura...

[Her name is both tinged in wariness of holding this weight for so long and a warning that she's dipping too close to sore spot. Whether she takes this to tread lightly or to back off, that's up to her. Lance is just tired.]

It doesn't matter. What's done is done and again, we're not gonna be friends. You're free to be friends with him all you want, no skin off my nose.

[Because no matter what the Blades did for Voltron behind the scenes, Lance can't seem to shake evil poisoning the good just yet.]

[heartofalioness]

If it's bothering you this much, it matters to me.

[And clearly to him, but she feels she's pushed far enough. A pause... and then a slow nod.]

But you are right. We don't need to discuss this all at once. I just... want you to know that I am here to listen if you wish. [A bittersweet smile.] And I've missed talking with you in general.

[spacebaloney]

[He thinks they don't need to discuss it at all, but for a rare moment, Lance keeps his mouth shut and doesn't say that out loud. Last thing he wants is her crying again.]

Yeah, I know.

[He does know. He's just not at a place where he feels free to without fear of being lectured on how he should know better, as if he can never have the freedom to just be angry sometimes, if only for a little while. As if their situations are exactly the same so he should resolve his issues the same way she did hers. Nothing's worse than the thought of him feeling invalidated. Lance might be the dummy of the group, but even he would like have room to brood.]

I just want to relax now, okay? It's a spa, not a psych's office.

[Ha ha... sigh. If only it was.]

[heartofalioness]

Agreed. And Lance? Thank you... for sharing that much with me.