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Color Me Intrigued

Color Me Intrigued

dreamcp

yes fellow artists, this is for you.

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Lance, for as long as he could remember, had liked to draw. He was one of those kids who scribbled all over his notes and sketched made-up creatures when he was bored in class. It wasn’t a skill he planned on doing anything with, he just liked to keep his hands busy. And if it kept him occupied during boring lessons when he should have been taking notes, well, that was even better.

Things were a little different after he found himself far away from home, sharing a giant castle-spaceship with six other people and some mice. Suddenly Lance found himself with the burden of protecting the entire universe from the spread of evil. Seven people and a big robot couldn’t topple an empire in a day. Or a week, or a month, or maybe even a year. Lance didn’t mind being a hero, not at all; everyone looked up to heroes, believed in them, praised them. But no one had ever mentioned the drawbacks.

He missed his family. It hadn’t registered at first, not with all the excitement of being a part of Voltron. Seriously, who’s got the time to care about that when you’re a savior of the universe? Soon though, reality began to sink in. He was so far away, and his family had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. Did they think he was kidnapped? Killed? What did the Garrison tell them? How long had it actually been since he’d left?

Seeing Pidge with the photo she carried around hit it home even further. Lance didn’t have any pictures of his family with him. He hadn’t really been planning on going anywhere permanent when the three of them snuck out that night. Hindsight was a bitch.

So he drew. He came across a small notebook in one of the castle’s many rooms, and the first thing he did was capture his parents’ faces on the paper as best as he could. They were followed by his siblings, then some of his extended family. It wasn’t a very good substitute, and Lance was sure the drawings weren’t completely accurate, but he felt a little better afterwards.

Drawing became something of a comfort to Lance after that. When they weren’t training or saving planets, Lance sometimes drifted back to his room and let out his frustrations onto paper. He drew his teammates, or the aliens he’d met, or the places he’d seen, or whatever came to mind. The hurt never fully went away, but it was much more manageable, and he started to draw more for fun like he used to. Lance soon saw himself as quite the artist.

Being an artist meant needing practice, which meant needing references. They were hard to find. Lance didn’t have his phone with him, and even if he did, service was unsurprisingly poor this far from Earth. Asking one of the others to pose/model/whatever wouldn’t be a problem. He might get some strange looks though, and Lance decided it wasn’t worth the embarrassment. Besides, he kinda preferred to keep his drawings to himself. Pidge and Hunk knew he doodled, sure, but he’d chosen to keep most of his art a secret. It just wasn’t something he needed to share.

So Lance tucked the book into his jacket and quietly embarked down the halls of the castle in search of someone to draw. He didn’t really have anyone in mind, though he was hoping to come across Allura somewhere. But she was probably in the main control room, and she’d notice him immediately; that or Coran would instead. His steps guided him instead past the training deck. He ducked into the room, expecting at least Keith to be there.

Much as he hated to admit it, Lance admired the effort Keith put into his training. Even when everyone else was lounging around, Keith could still be found working out and practicing for combat. His commitment was almost inspiring. It reminded Lance to work hard too, made him try a little more when they occasionally sparred together.