summary: she never knows what to do with her hands. shallura.
also read on: ao3
notes: blehhhh, ignore me and my current state of shallura trash.
After the Five Paladins are told who and what exactly they are, Princess Allura sighs deeply.
Whatever Coran will say to convince her, Allura still does not think that these Earthlings are the interstellar legendary defense force that she’s been looking for. Four creatures—young even by their planet’s standards—and sure, the Black Paladin is the oldest one of them but even he doesn’t seem recovered or at least completely put together—less so prepared to function as the core of Voltron.
Well—she’ll take who she can get, right?