Bi_Bo_Bm00
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Allura can hardly focus on what’s going on around her. The Paladins, still so young and awkward and fumbling, clamor around her and Keith and Shiro, and all Allura can look at is Keith. His face, pinched with sadness and confusion and anger, but mostly with guilt, makes the tight feeling in her chest grow more oppressive.
Her ears ring with his confession. In her panic-addled mind she snaps some things she’ll come to regret, and it hurts worse that he doesn’t snap back, that he defends her against his team, that he is resigned and small and so unlike the Keith she knew – knows – knew.
She feels like a wild animal. Her heart pounds in her throat. When she meets his eyes, all she sees is yellow-yellow-yellow until she blinks hard enough to get rid of the illusion. His eyes, violet and big and glittering with all the emotions he never lets reach his face, are glassy and sad. His eyes are so sad, and the rational part of Allura’s brain reminds the rest that this is Keith; this is her paladin; this is her Red, but the rational part of Allura’s brain is not in control.
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canon divergent, the nature of grief and the cycles of violence and war, allura character study.