@loturaweek2023 Day 4: Free Space!
Tw: Mentions of child abuse
She found him in the garden, hidden under a rosebush, pout to his cheeks and a very unhappy-yet-resigned cat clutched to his chest.
Allura dropped down to her knees in front of him, startling the boy and making him drop the cat, which yowled as it jumped away from him but only went two feet before it sat and started grooming itself.
“Hi!”
“You scared me!” he scolded. “You shouldn’t do that!”
“Oh you’re fine you big baby!” she said with a roll of her eyes, probably getting dirt on her dress (but who cared about that, really, they should’ve let her wear her normal dress if they didn’t want her getting this one dirty!).
He sniffed. “Not for my sake. Of course I’m fine! But you could’ve gotten hurt. I’m a powerful warrior, you know, I might have killed you in one blow when you startled me. You should never sneak up on a Galra.”
Allura rolled her eyes again, even harder this time. “I wasn’t sneaking!”
“Yes you were!”
“No I wasn’t! You just weren’t paying attention!”
“A Galra is always vigilant!”
“Well apparently that’s not true.”
“Yes it is!” he said, pushing forward off his sad little tuckus to shove at her, making her yelp and fall back onto her own rump.
“Hey!”
“That’s what you get,” he sniffed, crossing his arms.
“You’re rude!!” Allura said, all the accusation in her tone as though she’d just convicted him of murder.
“I’m not rude. You’re rude.”
“Me!?!?” she gasped. “I came over here to say hello to you because you were being a little pouty pouter and you shoved me!”
“I wasn’t pouting!”
“Yuh-huh!”
He turned his head away with a lifted nose. “Your way of talking is very low-brow.”
Allura stomped to her feet with a growl and dusted off her skirts, slapping the fabric harder than she really needed to. “Well fine! You just sit here and be miserable and alone! I’m going to take the kitty and go have fun somewhere!”
She scooped the cat up without further ado and started speed walking, the cat growling low in its throat but not making move to swipe at her.
“Hey!” There came a pattering of short legs and small feet behind her. “Hey! You can’t do that! He’s my cat!”
She whirled around to glare at him, sending him skidding to a stop, and stuck her tongue out at him. Then she resumed leaving.
“Oh fine! I’m sorry I shoved you, just give Kova back!”
Allura contemplated continuing to be stubborn, but that’d be mean. And it was his cat. She stopped short, holding onto the cat for a few more ticks for good measure, and then spun and handed the cat back to him.
“There.” She turned up her own nose a little bit, just to make sure he knew she wasn’t about to let him think this meant a victory or anything for him. “What’s even your name, anyway?”
“I am Prince Lotor, of the Galran Empire!” he all but shouted, standing suddenly straight. Then he relaxed, petting his cat on the bridge of his nose. “Who are you?” he asked quieter, now sounding almost shy.
“Princess Allura of Altea.
“Oh,” Lotor said, recognition in his voice. “My father doesn’t like your father.”
“My father says it’s complicated,” Allura said, with all the disdain a child might have for adults’ antics. “He says he used to be friends with your father but then ‘certain matters arose.’”
Lotor frowned. “He’s never told me that.”
“You’re probably just not old enough to understand.” She was, after all, a few years older than him, which meant she was wiser and infinitely more mature.
“I am too! I understand lots of stuff! My Dayak says I’m one of the smartest children she’s ever had the misfortune of overseeing.”
“Does she call you a special little boy, too?” Allura asked, turning and resuming her walk through the garden. She didn’t know what a Dayak was, but she imagined it was probably something similar to an aunt.
“No! Even though I am. Mostly she just tells me what I’m doing wrong and how to correct myself.” Lotor had to halfway trot in order to keep up with her longer legs.
“Oh. My governess does that a lot. Sometimes she makes me sit in a corner with books on my head whenever I’m being ‘difficult.’”
“Mine just hits me.”
Allura stopped in her tracks with a gasp. “That’s terrible!”
“What?” Lotor seemed taken aback. “No, it’s normal.”
“No that isn’t! My father says that people who hit their children are the worst!”
“Well my father says hitting children is necessary to keep them disciplined and promote order.”
“Your father is a real brute!” Allura proclaimed. “I don’t know why mine was ever friends with him!”
“Well, your father is a weak spined coward! So I don’t know why mine was ever friends with him!”
“Hmph!”
“Hmph!”
They both stomped their feet and turned away from each other, Allura’s arms crossed over her chest and Lotor hugging Kova tightly.
“...Maybe we could be friends though?” Lotor suggested. “I don’t think you’re very cowardly.”
Allura deigned to twist just enough to look at him out of the corner of her eye. She stared at him, mouth hidden in his kitty’s fur, and then sighed.
“And I suppose you’re not terrible, or a brute. Even though you pushed me.”
“I said I was sorry,” Lotor muttered, turning just slightly pinkish at the tips of his ears where his velvety fur ran thin.
Allura held her hand out, and Lotor examined it with wide eyed curiosity.
“Come on. I’ll show you how to steal cookies out of the kitchen.”
“Won’t we get in trouble?” Lotor asked, but nevertheless put his hand in hers.
“Only if we get caught!” she conspired, and set off in a run, skirts billowing behind her in the warm Altean sun.
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