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Allura wakes and-
She is on a beach of golden sand and-
The silt sifts through her fingers and crystallizes hard sunstar yellow beneath her senses and-
Allura wakes, blinking slowly as the ceiling of her bedroom fades into focus. She sits up, breathes out, and settles her mind. She can’t remember what she was dreaming about, but it is not important.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knocking on her door. Hunk’s voice sifts through, asking about breakfast, but she can’t quite hear him through the door, so she gets up and opens it.
Her day begins. She has work to do, as always.
Allura wakes and-
What a beautiful black sky, she thinks, midnight on a war-dead home planet and-
An amalgam of star-fire and not-anything, strewn haphazardly across the above- her- head and-
Personified glow warm fingertips reach down brush her self her skin her arm-
“Allura?” Shiro says, hand on her shoulder gently shattering her from sleep.
Allura wakes and she has drifted asleep sitting on a couch in the sitting room, wakes to Shiro and starlight silver arm and eyes as he apologizes for waking you, Princess, but the Blades will be here soon.
That’s right, Allura thinks as she takes Shiro’s flesh-and-earth hand and stands up. Kolivan wants to discuss the plan with her and Voltron. They are to make an attack on Zarkon’s ship.
Her day continues. She has work to do, as always.
When they are left reeling, shot point-blank and gaping in the empty maw of the place where Shiro should be standing, Allura remembers her dream of midnight sky Altea and thinks, Father, I am so tired of loosing people. She resolves that they will find Shiro, and no sooner than does this settle within her chest, Keith bolts from the Black Lion’s cockpit. She twitches, but watches his silhouette as he leaves and finds it strange, in the back of her mind, that a human silhouette might spell out ‘lonely’ in old, dead Altean.
She follows him a few doboshes after, and sets herself down in her room. She allows herself time to rest. She needs it, they all do. Later, they will pull themselves off the ground and step back into bloodied starlight, because they must. She must.
She has work to do, as always.
Allura dreams of a blue blue blue ocean tinted violent red by a violent red sunset and when she looks to her own hands she is bare but the vibrant pink markings running up and down her arms are glowing in blue blue blue and as she watches the violent red sunset fades dully into a clouded black night and-
"It’s time to re-form Voltron."