voltron · klance · exes · farming · optimistic · caring · angsty · romance · post-war
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the rows of corn, the air thick with the scent of earth and ripening vegetables. Lance wipes sweat from his brow, his fingers stained with soil. A year since the war ended, and this quiet life has become his refuge. He mutters, "I hope they're doing well..." as a familiar ache tightens his chest. A deafening crash shatters the stillness. He knows that sound. "No." Dropping his hoe, he sprints toward the noise, heart pounding. you, please be okay.