Fics like your eyes are full of stardust (have you ever wondered why?)

In the back of Lance's mind, Allura whispers, “Can you feel it?” with the constancy of the tides. “Waves form and fall apart with your every breath, and your every hope becomes a trickling brook. When you sing, rain falls onto dry earth, and when you cry, a land begins to flood. All the oceans are living with you, Lance, and your eyes are full of stardust.” Lance remembers swimming and only coming up for air when he remembered he’s supposed to need to breathe, and decides that limits can no longer hold him. “What do I care how old I am?” and his voice breaks before it becomes something that is not quite his own, older than any grand river grinding its way through earth and stone to make deep seated canyons, all in its endless mission to reach the sea. The voice is of the Ancients, and it clambers out of his chest like a siren’s song. Eyes glow blue, and the alien takes a step back as the once calm ocean begins to rise and thrash. “The ocean,” Lance calls, “is old as fuck.” (And when he smirks, it is unholy.) “It will still drown your ass with vigor.” (In which the Paladins are not so much humans as they are ancient primordial beings reborn into physical bodies...)

Fics like your eyes are full of stardust (have you ever wondered why?)

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