[ In the moments that Allura hadn't been looking at him, she backtracks in her mind what she should be doing now. She had been treating Shiro no different from the previous gifts until she had been able to arrange for their escape. Except that none of them had a way to force her hand into torturing them to the same extent as she is doing with Shiro. She knows how much of an impact of any hit from her has on an average human body by now. Obviously, Shiro is way above "average".
She concludes that what she had done in the past is no longer enough. If she is to have repairs on the Black Lion completed to make a successful escape and get the machine of her rebellion started, then she will have to play Zarkon's game, even if it means killing off pieces of her heart. What is her heart anyway compared to the fate of countless lives to be saved and spared from Galra rule?
The end justifies the means, Zarkon is fond of saying. Her father never truly agreed, and neither does she. What means and to what end, really?
Allura feels that if she is to have this... collaboration with Shiro, then she will have to start guarding her heart much more than she already has. She has revealed too much when she should have known, ever since the envoy stepped in, that this is different. She feels she can trust Shiro -- but she doesn't trust the arm attached to him, nor the bracelet locked around her wrist.
She feels his gaze more than she sees it, feels that he is seeking. She nods at that fact about Zarkon -- a broken man grasping for anything that would keep him alive, a broken Paladin, leading a broken Empire. Voice laced with bitterness, she says -- ]
He likes everything and everyone broken.
[ Instinctively, she meets his eyes and mentally notes that she will have to stop looking into them so much, if she is to play the part of Zarkon's little puppet princess effectively. Looking into Shiro's eyes stirs both fear and compassion, pulling her heart into polar directions. She needs to focus. Giving him a gentle smile -- ]
Yes you may. Follow me, I will show you to your quarters.
[ Of course, she will allow him rest, if she wants him to endure and to stretch the time that she will be buying. Setting the jar of salve aside, she gets up from the bed to lead him back out into the receiving room. She turns right and places her hand on a hidden console, and the wall opens to a near exact replica of the receiving room -- save for a palette of pale gold and lavender, and enough pillows in different sizes to cover the entire carpeted floor. To the side is a smaller arched opening that gives access to baths, while the wall panels simulate the view of the garden outside of it. A small bubbling fountain surrounded by twelve crystal goblets stand at the center. It is apparently meant to hold several occupants at a time.
There is no visible hand print console on the other side. There are small vents, but no real windows. A fancy prison.
Allura stands aside so as to allow Shiro to pass. ]
You have the whole space to yourself. [ There's a fleeting look of shyness in her fece. ] Contrary to popular belief, I'm not fond of the idea of having a personal harem.
Settle in. I'll see you in a few hours.
[ Allura lingers for a few counts, enough so as Shiro can get her attention if he had any immediate need. If there isn't anything urgent, then she will be leaving him to rest. ]
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She concludes that what she had done in the past is no longer enough. If she is to have repairs on the Black Lion completed to make a successful escape and get the machine of her rebellion started, then she will have to play Zarkon's game, even if it means killing off pieces of her heart. What is her heart anyway compared to the fate of countless lives to be saved and spared from Galra rule?
The end justifies the means, Zarkon is fond of saying. Her father never truly agreed, and neither does she. What means and to what end, really?
Allura feels that if she is to have this... collaboration with Shiro, then she will have to start guarding her heart much more than she already has. She has revealed too much when she should have known, ever since the envoy stepped in, that this is different. She feels she can trust Shiro -- but she doesn't trust the arm attached to him, nor the bracelet locked around her wrist.
She feels his gaze more than she sees it, feels that he is seeking. She nods at that fact about Zarkon -- a broken man grasping for anything that would keep him alive, a broken Paladin, leading a broken Empire. Voice laced with bitterness, she says -- ]
He likes everything and everyone broken.
[ Instinctively, she meets his eyes and mentally notes that she will have to stop looking into them so much, if she is to play the part of Zarkon's little puppet princess effectively. Looking into Shiro's eyes stirs both fear and compassion, pulling her heart into polar directions. She needs to focus. Giving him a gentle smile -- ]
Yes you may. Follow me, I will show you to your quarters.
[ Of course, she will allow him rest, if she wants him to endure and to stretch the time that she will be buying. Setting the jar of salve aside, she gets up from the bed to lead him back out into the receiving room. She turns right and places her hand on a hidden console, and the wall opens to a near exact replica of the receiving room -- save for a palette of pale gold and lavender, and enough pillows in different sizes to cover the entire carpeted floor. To the side is a smaller arched opening that gives access to baths, while the wall panels simulate the view of the garden outside of it. A small bubbling fountain surrounded by twelve crystal goblets stand at the center. It is apparently meant to hold several occupants at a time.
There is no visible hand print console on the other side. There are small vents, but no real windows. A fancy prison.
Allura stands aside so as to allow Shiro to pass. ]
You have the whole space to yourself. [ There's a fleeting look of shyness in her fece. ] Contrary to popular belief, I'm not fond of the idea of having a personal harem.
Settle in. I'll see you in a few hours.
[ Allura lingers for a few counts, enough so as Shiro can get her attention if he had any immediate need. If there isn't anything urgent, then she will be leaving him to rest. ]