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You don’t feel your own power at all right now, and I understand. Yours is not the kind that wants to announce itself. It is slow and quiet and tucks in behind things waiting to be discovered. Some people have power that is thick and neon-colored and races around the room making sure everyone pays attention. It’s fascinating, but it’s not yours. You are learning how to hold yourself up and believe in the strength of your own conviction. That is not an easy thing to do, and you are doing the best you can. Keep going. I’m very proud of you.
—  Sara Bareilles, from Sounds Like Me: My Life (so far) in Song.

Keith’s reaction

“Oh, most beautiful of all living things, marry me! Be this planet’s queen!”

Before you stood a small crowd of tiny aliens. They were no bigger than five year olds and kind of looked like five year olds, but they had three legs, and were brightly colored.

The one offering the marriage proposal was a bright blue and richly dressed in something similar to silk, obviously the leader. The race of neon five year olds were cute, but not ones you’d want to marry.

“If you marry me, oh most ethereal one, you’ll want for nothing! I swear it!” You looked behind you for advice from the rest of Team Voltron.

•Keith• decided to speak up. “You look like a toddler.” You gasped and looked at him.

“Keith, you have to be polite!” You lowered your voice. “We are on a peace mission. We’ve gotta play our cards right. Allura is counting on us.”

“Excuse me,” cut in the King, “what is a toddler? We do not have those here.”

Keith snorted. “Oh! The Paladin was complimenting you, your majesty! Pay him no mind,” you insisted, trying to cover his insult.

“You have a weird face too, ” Keith commented.

The King’s face twisted into a frown. “My lady! You do not deserve to be in such crude company! Let me whisk you away,” he offered.

“Your majesty, that’s a generous offer, but-” Keith interrupted you.

“They don’t want to be your queen!” You clenched your teeth.

“Pardon me for a second, your majesty.” You turned to face Keith. “Keith, a moment please.” You marched towards him and grasped his hand firmly, pulling him away from the group. “Explain.”

“Explain what?” Keith retorted, arms crossed. “I was just being honest.”

“A little brutally so! I just understand why you were acting so posses- wait,” you cut yourself off. Squinting your eyes, you questioned Keith. “Are you… Jealous?”

“What? No! Definitely not!” Keith shrieked. “I just didn’t like the way he was being so forward with you! If anyone’s gonna marry you it’ll be me!”

You giggled a little. “So you are jealous. Did you really think I was going to marry him?”

Keith’s posture stiffened. “Well…” He scratched the back of his head. “No?” It was more of a question than an answer, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You thought I was gonna marry that five year old! That’s hilarious!”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“… Did too.”

“AHHH! I didn’t!”

I have a weakness for neon lights and cant say I didn’t hope for something like this in Dancing All Night. But I wont complain, the game looks great!

Shiro’s reaction

“Oh, most beautiful of all living things, marry me! Be this planet’s queen!”

Before you stood a small crowd of tiny aliens. They were no bigger than five year olds and kind of looked like five year olds, but they had three legs, and were brightly colored.

The one offering the marriage proposal was a bright blue and richly dressed in something similar to silk, obviously the leader. The race of neon five year olds were cute, but not ones you’d want to marry.

“If you marry me, oh most ethereal one, you’ll want for nothing! I swear it!” You looked behind you for advice from the rest of Team Voltron.

•Shiro• spoke up. “Your majesty! I mean no offense to you or your choice in queens, but I don’t think you’d want this one as your queen.” You shot him a look of thanks.

“Why ever not, fierce lion tamer?” asked the King, not looking particularly convinced.

“Because, uh…” Shiro looked like he was at a loss for words.

“Because I’m already married,” you rushed out, hoping to cover for him. “Yes. I can’t marry you because I’m already married.” The King looked taken aback.

“Who could be good enough for you, most gorgeous light of the universe? The only ones who could treat you better than I would be these Paladins before you.”

“Ah, yes!” Shiro shouted. “They are married to me. That is why they can’t marry you. Yes…” He trailed off, looking satisfied with himself. You could feel yourself blush at the thought of marrying him. You could practically hear the wedding bells.

“Alas!” wailed the King. “You have found the only one person who could treat you better than I.” He sniffed, and you feared he would cry. “Well, if I cannot marry you, how can I assist the great lion takers?”

~~~

“So we’re married, huh?” Shiro jumped at the sound of your voice from behind him, and spun around.

“Well,” he started slowly, face slightly red, “I just didn’t want to leave you hanging in that situation you know. I mean, I know we’re not married.” His tone of voice shifted a bit, and he sounded a little down. You took his hands into yours, his prosthetic cool against your skin.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, head tilted to the side.

“Will we ever get married? If you want to, that is.” His eyes seemed to sparkle with something hopeful, something you hadn’t seen in awhile.

“Yes,” you said with finality. “Maybe after all of this is over with. Killing Zarkon can be our engagement gift.” You smiled, and lifted your left hand to his cheek. “Deal?” He laid his hand on top of the yours.

“Deal.”