Eenie Meenie

Unwanted Dreams

A/N - It starts getting gayer from here. This chapter is just Gay: The Beginning. Enjoy! <3

{Lance POV}

Lance. What a pretty name. 

Lance lazily blinks himself awake. The only clear part of his dream, those almost infuriating 4 words. What the FUCK do they mean? The rest of the dream were soft exhales, gentle touches, and so much purple. Specifically lilac. The stupid lilac of Prince Lotor's stupid skin. The soft, smooth skin, that goes perfectly with his hair. Oh dear Lord, his hair. It's so long, and perfect. He wants Lotor's shampoo. He groans, and hops out of bed. Time to talk to Coran, Coran, the Gorgeous Man. 

Quick Headcanon - I like to think that whenever Lance is stressed, or lonely, or sad, that he goes to Coran. Because Coran is like a father to him. And to Lance, maybe Coran is his father. Because his real one was never around. 

Lance pokes his head through the doorway. "Coran?" The mustached man in question smiles at Lance. "Ahh, Lance come in! I don't have any Nunvill, but I do have tea! Just give me a few ticks to warm it up." Lance smiles, and slides into his chair. "I'll make do without the Nunvill." Coran hops around, than places a mug in front of Lance. Lance blows onto the tea, and takes a tiny sip. "It's flowery, like hibiscus. It tastes really good Coran." Coran cracks a grin, and sits down next to the blue paladin. 

"It's blue jordah. An Altean flower. It was sent all over the universe, to be used for everything. At the space mall, I found a collection of the tea. I have some whenever the nostalgia gets too bad." Coran looks off, and Lance can see the pain in his eyes. The pain of loss. Coran brings the smile back to his face. "So, Lance, what may I help you with?" 

Lance chuckles, and takes another sip. "Coran, I.. I saw this person a while ago, in a ... video...transmission.... and I've never seen him before in my life, but, he looked, so, so, so, familiar, like I've known him since birth. But I haven't even met him in real life. So why is he haunting my dreams?" Lance bites his cheeks, hoping that Coran won't find out who it is. 

Coran nods, and pats his back. He strokes his bushy, ginger mustache. He then looks at Lance. "Did you as a young child, have a, the term is 'Imaginary Friend'? I might not be using the right term, but Hunk mentioned something about those." Lance eyes widen. Friend. Lance nods, and fondly recalls the long hours he spent speaking to the entity he called his friend. "He wasn't actually an imaginary friend, but someone I  would entrust my secrets too. I never saw him, or had a name, I would just talk to him." Coran smile grows wider, and pats Lance's back. 

"That's even better. On Altea, we called that Binding. If your Bind, or 'soulmate' as some called it, was one of the other species, you would have an Imaginary Friend as a child. This 'Friend' would be unnamed, and the closest one to you. The first time you see them, your heart goes aflame, and they dance in your dreams. The dreams don't stop until you kiss your Bind!" Lance pales. That purple guy is my soulmate???  What?? I..Oh dear fuck. 

Lance looks at Coran. "Are you sure, Coran?" 

Coran chuckles. "It's true, my boy! Why, Honerva had those very dreams! So, who's the lucky alien that has your heart, Lance?" Lance stutters, and avoids the question by chugging some tea. It burns his tongue, and he has to spit it out. Coran's laugh grows louder, and he fetches a rag to clean up the mess. "That's okay, my boy. You'll tell me when you're ready." Lance smiles, and starts to help Coran clean up. "Thank you, Coran."