[A week. He's taken a week away from his responsibilities, his duty. A week they don't have. Because the Druids have finally, finally been cornered and the ring of planets they've sunk their claws in to make their, he hopes, final stand in are death traps. The Resistance needs Voltron.
And Shiro is here, on Earth, listening to his grandmother talk and watching the news and it all seems so small and far away.
Haggar will be with the Druids. She has to be.
He owes her.
And he's on Earth.
Because he's greedy, because he's selfish, because he needs it before he walks into the dragon's mouth and goes after his nightmares.
Because he needs that time to say goodbye.
He won't be coming back.
He follows her up to the roof and he looks out over the water and - its beautiful. Nothing is ever going to be as beautiful as Earth. Not if he sees a million worlds and the stars sing for him. But he won't be back.
He breathes in the wind, lets it fill his lungs deep, and he knows he's taken too long already. There's a nightmare that knows his name waiting on the other side of the galaxy for him - and he's taken too long.
He turns his head, rests a light, lingering kiss on the top of her head. Hana. His woman. She's always going to be his woman.
He's not coming back...
His arm slips around her and he rests his chin on top of her head. He can't see her eyes. He's not ready for that. He has so many words to give her still - and they all dry up in his chest, husks of nothing.]
Thank you, Hana. For everything. For falling in love with me.
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And Shiro is here, on Earth, listening to his grandmother talk and watching the news and it all seems so small and far away.
Haggar will be with the Druids. She has to be.
He owes her.
And he's on Earth.
Because he's greedy, because he's selfish, because he needs it before he walks into the dragon's mouth and goes after his nightmares.
Because he needs that time to say goodbye.
He won't be coming back.
He follows her up to the roof and he looks out over the water and - its beautiful. Nothing is ever going to be as beautiful as Earth. Not if he sees a million worlds and the stars sing for him. But he won't be back.
He breathes in the wind, lets it fill his lungs deep, and he knows he's taken too long already. There's a nightmare that knows his name waiting on the other side of the galaxy for him - and he's taken too long.
He turns his head, rests a light, lingering kiss on the top of her head. Hana. His woman. She's always going to be his woman.
He's not coming back...
His arm slips around her and he rests his chin on top of her head. He can't see her eyes. He's not ready for that. He has so many words to give her still - and they all dry up in his chest, husks of nothing.]
Thank you, Hana. For everything. For falling in love with me.