099. Writer's Choice — Devout
There's no glory without sacrifice. No beauty without bloodshed. Acxa holds to those beliefs, even as Prince Lotor insists upon no death.
"I would kill for you," Ezor murmurs lithe-soft, tilting her chin onto Acxa's broad shoulder. She presses her slender form against her, humming.
"You'll do as our prince commands and nothing else," Acxa snaps. "Is that understood?"
Ezor giggles. "Not for him, for you… I would for you, silly," she insists once more, batting her long, bluish eyelashes and simpering when Acxa roughly elbows her away, her grayish skin turning hot.
She's not blushing. That's absurd.
Voltron isn't mine. PLEASE DREAMWORKS IF YOU LOVE ME YOU'LL MAKE THEM CANON IDGAF ABOUT KLANCE SHEITH HUNULLA WHATEVER (OKAY I DO CARE SHADDUP) BUT THIS IS CLEARLY MORE IMPORTANT GIVE ME ALIEN SAPPHICS GIVE ME LESBIANS IN SPACE WHO ARE ALIVE AND I'LL BE ALIVE