↳ 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 @shiroganc » 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧.
» officer griffin never gave much thought to sleeping , especially after the war that destroyed his home . things were never the same after that . he had lost so much : the photos of him and his brothers and sisters as well as his parents , the necklace that his mother had given to him when his grandmother passed , the house that he had grown up in …
everything . his heart panged with guilt at the thought of them being gone , and how he couldn’t be there to save them …
thoughts are interrupted by a ping from his phone , and he pulls it out of his pocket , unlocking it to see a text from admiral shirogane . as he heads over to the meeting room , he sees that almost everyone is off doing their own things . why was he the only one who was pinged ?
❝ admiral , you wanted to see me ? and … only me ? what is it ? ❞ asked with a
wariness in his tone of voice , much unlike the chirp of confidence that the mfe pilot usually greeted his admiral with . he wonders , in the back of his mind , if previous unknown actions or words may have gotten him into this situation .
It’s hard raising a young kit in a universe like this, especially alone. When time and time again you stand at the front lines putting your neck out to save the lives of other’s all while trying to make it back home. Yet, it was something she would do willingly without fail if it meant giving her son a chance for a better future. A life she never had the opportunity to have. One where he could grow up and choose what he wanted to be. A soldier, scholar, baker, scientist, or whatever he decided, it would be his choice to make. Not the preconceived notion that he had to play his part and fight for freedom to fix the mistakes of the ones who came before him.
To give her son the choice of freedom and rule over his own path. Just as she has found hers.
In order to give him that choice she would have to leave his side to the safety of another to fight for freedom where needed. Yet even that was sometimes an ISSUE in of itself. Finding somebody who could watch the kit and keep him safe while she was away. Which just so happened to be the issue she was having currently. The normal babysitter who looked after young ARVIK was currently away on their own mission. Leaving ACXA to struggle to find somebody she trusts enough to look after the young 3 deca-phoebe-year-old boy.
Well …perhaps there was one other person she could ask.
❝ SHIRO? ❞
Her voice called while walking into the room of the last known location he has been in. At least according to a few crew officers of the ATLAS she had spoken with. The young boy in her arms with his head resting against his mother’ shoulder a bit lazily. A stuffed toy of one of the lions of Voltron cradled between his arms. A duffle bag hanging from her left arm as well.
@shiroganc Liked for a Mama Acxa starter
a purr escapes, one so soft that it could almost be missed. a fondness for the captain remains ( though bond does not! ), one that she can not lose and never will. the lioness leans in, presses against the other’s side. for even she tires and with him ( and only him! ), there were no secrets even now. a hum. black can still tell, bond or not.
❝ still tense i see. ❞
Unlike most nights, this wasn’t training to make him sleep. Hunk was actually on his scheduled rotation day for training- which meant he was around other people who were in and out, but it was, thankfully, not so common. They were often distracting as they watched him brawl in the modified cage fighting sim he’d made.
Hunk was aware someone had entered the training room, but he had no chance to actually stop and look. The distraction of simply knowing had been enough for the bot to land a blow in on his shoulder. He didn’t go to his knees, but his shoulder joint ached and he could feel the flesh already darkening with broken blood vessels.
His guest came in at the tail end of the cage match though- they didn’t get much more than a few more zaps before Hunk’s winded form took a fist in the chest and went down, and was thoroughly pinned for the time needed for the simulation to register the bot as having ‘won’.
Hunk groaned, and rolled onto his back, puffing out a breath before hauling to his feet, his skin mottled in a fair few bruises from his match. It wasn’t anything a quick pod trip or some bruise cream couldn’t handle- the healing creams on the ship were phenomenal.
He froze as he spotted his guest. Oh. Well that was embarrassing.
“Ah jeeze. Well, I hope you at least got to see something good before I got my ass handed to me. Hi Shiro.” Hunk stretched his back, rolling his arms, before striding over to get one of the water pouches to hydrate himself. He fished out his tube of bruise cream, and set it on top of his gear so it could be used when he was done.
When Sendak arrived at the Garrison base, he had assumed he wouldn’t see much snow there at least not in the area it was in. He had been delightfully surprised when he had walked out of the base the day before and had been greeted by several feet of snow. It was barely comparable to the type of snow Sendak was used to back home but since the galra hadn’t seen snow in at least four years it was definitely enough to get him excited.
Unfortunately the day before had been busy and he had been able to go outside and enjoy the weather. When Shiro had come to him with the offer of a tour, Sendak had jumped at the chance to get out and stretch his legs. The galra had been paying close attention at first but as they walked walked out into the open field covered in snow, his focus began to wander.
He just couldn’t take it anymore. He kneeled down and scooped up a handful of snow, packing it very tight with both hands, before flinging it straight into the back of Shiro’s poor head. Sendak was not worried for a second that Shiro couldn’t handle the full strength of his throw, Shiro was strong. He would be fine.
Sendak watched as Shiro carefully got back up from the ground, a big smirk on his face as Shiro gathered up some snow and swung it in his direction. He ducks just in time for it to miss him by less than an inch, gathering up some snow in his prosthetic hand to return fire. Sendak hadn’t done something like this since he was at least 200! It was great to feel like a kit again.
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─── he hears FOOTSTEPS coming across the hallway to his hospital room , and , thinking it’s a nurse , he rolls over slowly to act like he’s asleep , only to catch a glimpse of STARK - WHITE hair in the dimness of the garrison hall lights . breathing a sigh of RELIEF , he smiles and sits up , flicking on a small light by his bed . ❝ shiro , ❞ he chuckles softly , letting a smile DRAPE across his face , ❝ i haven’t seen you in a while . how’s piloting ATLAS going for you ? i miss black … how’s she doin’ ? how’s the rest of the TEAM ? did you have a chance to visit them earlier ? have you seen my MOM yet ? ❞ he’s shooting off a MILLION questions because he’s nervous about what else the GALRA could be planning for earth . after all , there were STILL galra who were vastly loyal to zarkon even BEFORE this whole earth - under - attack fiasco started .
❝ Woah ! Space is so cool ! ! ❞ She tugs on Shiro’s arm as she looks outside the windows of the castle. // THIS PLACE IS HUGE ! ! ! Asuna couldn’t hide her excitement as she let out the first real laugh she had since before her planet was taken over by the galra. ❝ You get to see this every day ? That’s amazing ! ❞