It’s almost an exact replica of her and he doesn’t really know why he did it, but he goes into her hangar to give it to her. He thinks she won’t like it, or just say a thank you to be kind, but she actually gets super excited. She’s never had one of her paladins give her something before. She nuzzles against it, but she’s a bit too rough; one of the seams breaks.
Her face immediately whips up to Lance, checking to see if he’s mad, but he’s just laughing. It’s an easy fix, but she feels horrible about ruining his gift. She tries to carefully place it back together, but her claws rip into it more. Upset, she plops down, refusing to touch it and ruin it anymore.
So he brings his sewing kit into her hangar, just to show her how easy of a fix it is. He threads the needle quickly, and stitches it back together with a skilled hand, the seams barely even visible once he’s finished.
Before he leaves, he makes her promise not to neglect it just cause she’s worried about ruining it again; he’d be happy to come back to fix it. After a bit of convincing, she does promise, almost immediately rolling onto her back and playing with it between her paws. Lance watches from the side of the hangar, far out of the way of the giant, metal lion.
He feels a faint jealousy coming from their bond, something far off and slightly foreign; the other lions. He and Blue laugh, her purring becoming purposefully louder as a bright, happy smile spreads across his face.
Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]
He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her.
Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company.
He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.
So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.