I had to do a double theme day for @sorielweek due to not wanting to overload myself (but still actually complete the week long project) so I combined Day 4: Protection and Day 6: AU with my second favorite duo UF Sans and Toriel.
A follow up to the other entries, sometimes your actions speak louder than any word you could come up with to explain how you feel. And often times they betray a truth you would otherwise keep hidden.
Very late, but I wanted to get this dang thing finally over and done with ;A; For Day 4 of Voltron Week: Day Off/Vacation. The Paladins have some time off so Allura starts teaching them one of her favorite Altean pastimes: dancing!
Meanwhile Coran… the little princess he took care of is not so little any more, and all these Altean dances bring back memories and it really hits them both that they are the last to pass on their traditions to others…sorry my thoughts got a bit heavy– also! First time drawing Coran!!
When she was a child, Jeremiah would wiggle himself out of Alex’s bedroom window onto the roof as she laughed. He’d collect her into his arms and tell her about the stars until she fell asleep, until Eliza had to come to the window to help him carry their daughter back inside to dream of meteorites and lakes of liquid nitrogen.
When she was a child, the roof of their house in Midvale was her safe place. With him.
And then he died.
Well, sort of.
And she went up there alone.
Alone, her knees drawn into her chest, staring up and wondering where souls went when bodies die. Wondering if souls even exist.
Wondering if her father exists, anymore.
If he was scared. In that plane. If he thought of her.
Eliza would come to the window and try to pass her eldest hot cocoa. Try to get her eldest to talk to her.
But all Alex did those days was yell.
And then one night, she slips.
One night, she slips, her footing lost as her body convulses in a fit of futile frustration.
One night, she slips, and she screams, because she’s falling.
Like her father had in that plane.
But then strong arms are breaking her fall, arms that are too small to carry the world in them, but that’s exactly what they do every day.
Arms that carry the world – the weight of a world lost – are carrying Alex, tonight.
Breaking her fall. Breaking her weeks of silence, her weeks of a refusal to laugh, an inability to smile.
“That was amazing!” Alex gasps at her wide-eyed little sister. “Can we do it again?”
“You… want to fall off the roof again?” Kara blinks rapidly, wondering if she should tell Eliza that Alex needs her mother.
“You’ll catch me, Kara! You’ll always catch me. Just like I’ll always catch you. Sisters, right?”
But Alex pouts – a pout that Kara will become an expert at – and Kara can’t refuse the eyes that haven’t glistened since Jeremiah… went away. Lips that haven’t laughed since her father was ripped from her.
“Alex, yes!” Kara’s big sister laughs, and it’s Kara’s turn to grin.
Because she’d be lying if she said it hadn’t been fun.
And it was, all throughout that night.
Finding the best spots of the roof to jump off of, falling toward the earth – falling into Kara’s arms – spots where Eliza wouldn’t be able to see her girls from the windows.
Finding the best spots to reclaim falling, so that it was about the safety of her sister’s love, not about the death of her role model and her mother’s light.
But it’s less fun, for Kara, when Alex just decides to… leap.
Without warning, without hesitation, without consideration of the consequences.
Because she trusts only one consequence: that Kara will catch her. Always. Every time.
“Alex, no!” Kara will murmur every time, and sometimes, she hears her sister’s almost maniacal laughter in the wind.
But it doesn’t last.
Their nightly flights.
Alex’s extreme trust falls.
Because they could get caught. Kara could get caught. She could get sent away. Experimented on. Locked up.
And it could be Alex’s fault.
So they stop with the flying and they stop with the trust falls.
Until Alex’s plane starts going down.
Until she’s comforting the poor IT guy with a child on the way sitting next to her, desperately trying to keep her mind clear of her father. If this was how he felt when his plane went down.
Hoping Kara will be alright.
Hoping Kara knows she loves her.
But Kara catches her then, too. And not just Alex: the entire plane.
And so the trust falls begin again.
“Alex, no!” Kara’s exasperated cries will come, and Alex will just oomph as her sister catches her deftly.
“Alex, yes,” she’ll grin, and Kara will sigh and shake her head, but she’ll smile every time.
It gives J’onn a headache and it makes Winn squeal with nervous anticipation and it makes James whip out his camera and contort his body for a good angle.
It makes Maggie comfort eat tiramisu like no tomorrow.
“She could have been halfway across the city, Danvers! What absurd version of ‘I’ll meet you outside’ has ever meant ‘I’ll casually jump backwards off the roof and hope you catch me’? It was a war zone, babe, you could have been – “
“But I’m not, baby, I’m fine. I’m here, I’m in your arms, I’m alright. Kara had me. She’s got me. Always.”
“Yeah, she’d better,” Maggie calls over Alex’s shoulder, and Kara nods solemnly behind her.
I really start getting the hang of this challenge :D so here’s my underwater themed picture - with a mysterious, completely misunderstood creature that comes from the deep darkness of the ocean to play with some friendly sailors…