Of Space and Birthdays
Okay, so I read all the comments on what to do for Lance’s birthday, and I don’t know what happened, but here’s a birthday fic anyway!
Happy Birthday, Lance my son!
Once upon a time, Lance would wake up on the first day of July and announce the start of his birthday month to whoever was closest to listen, usually his family or Hunk.
Birthdays in his family have always been a huge deal, and while they weren’t celebrated all month like Lance liked to do, the day of was always filled with treats and cheer and love pulling him into a warm embrace.
But now? Birthdays feel like a trivial, foreign concept. There’s too much to do with Voltron now, too much responsibility always pushed along a time crunch. There are too many risks in taking a day to celebrate something as small as aging up a year.
No one else has made any deal whatsoever about their birthdays, so why should Lance?