Klangst Week: Day 2 - Mistake/Faith.
I couldn’t tell anyone I was sick. How would they treat me?
No one would let someone like me be a paladin of Voltron. They’d misunderstand; think I would hurt someone. People underestimate me enough as it is; I could never let anyone know my secret.
I can’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t have prosopagnosia.
This basically means that I can’t remember faces, even family members.
We found out when I was young. Mum and Dad thought I was just getting confused between people because we had such a large family; but when I got older and still had to ask the names of people when they walked in a room we knew something was wrong.
I have little things that help me. Like pointers. Mum had very long dark hair and it was always braided.
Dad was the only one old enough to have a beard.
When I see someone, even siblings, it is like they are a stranger to me. I have learnt how to identify most of my family, but it takes a while.
We decided not to tell Garrisons when I applied about my disease. They would never let me in.
After a few months I could point out the smallest person and the largest person in the crowd to be my team mates Hunk and Pidge.
But then I saw him.
A black mullet, seemingly purple eyes and a deep frown.
I didn’t know what it was but his face stuck with me. I could see him. FINALLY someone I didn’t forget.
I wanted to be near him at all times. Remembering someone felt amazing.
But one day, I walked into class, a sea of strangers. Instead of identifying the mullet and taking a seat behind him. Instead of being obnoxiously loud so that maybe he would turn around. I saw no one. I had been told that I had moved up to fighter pilot but I didn’t know that this was the cost.
My one face. The only one that I remembered. Gone.
The night that I spotted him. The night we rescued Shiro and Voltron was reformed was the best night of my life. I had my face back. My one face. Keith’s face; his beautiful, gorgeous face!
I grew close with everyone on that ship but no one as much as Keith.
I still never told anyone about my disability, not even when Keith and I started dating.
It was fine mostly. Everyone had their colours. I could identify a Galra or alien rather quickly. It was easy enough.
Until one night when it all came crashing down.
Growing up, I had never had alcohol before. I had joined Voltron as a teenager had never had a drop in my life. Two years later I am still here and am a legal age. I had never experienced the effects of alcohol on my brain and no one knew of my disease so couldn’t tell me that drinking it was a very, very bad idea.
“Come on, babe. We’ll be late to the party.” Called Keith as he stood at the door of our shared room looking at his watch.
I sighed waking over to him from my spot on our bed and began adjusting his tie.
“I know, sorry, you jut look so good in a suit.”
Keith rolled his eyes and slapped my arm away from his collar.
“Agh! be good. We are meeting the elders of the Blade tonight. Leave your horniness behind.”
“Fine… love you.” I said hopefully, moving my arms back around Keith’s neck and resting then on his shoulders.
“Love you.” He sighed and leaned in to peck me quickly. “But we have to go. You coming?” He said as he stepped away from me and started to walk down the hall.
I ran to catch up with him and grabbed his hand in my own.
“Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful face.”
“Only every day, Lance.”
The ground was moving, the room was spinning. Was everyone swaying or was I? This was a bad idea. I couldn’t see who anyone was and my brain was pounding against my skull.
I tried to hard to focus on just one face but I couldn’t keep myself still.
I tripped and fell trying to get my balance as I searched for anything to hold onto to keep myself upright.
Then I saw him.
Black Mullet… check.
Keith. Over by some old people looking very serious.
It must be him. He’s the only one I remember. And everything seems to check out.
In my drunken state I forced my way over to him and just as I was about to collapse I fell into his safe, strong arms.
“Wow, you okay there?”
His voice was so deep. Deeper then usual. I must be pissed.
He looked good though even if he was a little blurry.
So I did what I always did when I was with Keith. I leaned over and kissed him. He was so warm.
“LANCE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
I let go of Keith and turned to where I heard his voice.
The music had stopped and everyone was looking at me. Hundreds of strange faces that I should know but didn’t.
“Wait Keith?” I called out to my boyfriend, searching for him.
“Yeah, Keith.” His voice said coldly. “Or did you forget I existed while you were making out with this alien?”
He yelled, clearly hurt.
“What!?” I stumbled up to face the Keith that I had been kissing.
And… green skin, three eyes, seemingly female and is definitely not Keith.
I searched for the real Keith in the crowd, instantly finding my one face. It was distorted in the angriest expression.
Sorry it’s late. Yay mental illness