[His shoulders tense. He doesn’t want to. He wants to show her better things but the dream is already swirling. The stars are being blotted out by thick storm clouds. He looks at them with sorrow in his eyes and says,]
I’m sorry.
[The world turns to smoke and darkness.
Hard lines form in the dark and resolve into the precise lighting known to Galra ships. The medical table is at an angle and the equipment moved away from it. This Shiro is long haired and jerks up in shock. He grips the side of his head and stares at his metal hand. He clenches it. The dream falls into flashes. This Shiro stumbling down the hall gripping the side of his head. Fractured images of a clinical voice and a light shown into his eyes. Liquid pouring into the chamber he was locked in and his fearful gasp. Peering into a room and seeing himself laying there, short haired and with techs around him. The light in the eyes again.
‘We will use this one for Project Kuron.’
Pressure. It starts subtle at first. Headaches and aches. Little decisions directed ever so subtly in new directions. He was among the team but it was harder to lead them. Keith is missing from these memories. The shadows are deep and only grow deeper the more the pressure increases.
‘You are mine now,’ The voice comes with pressure grinding down against everything. The images crack. Pain. It feels like someone is wrapping a vice around the mind and threatening to crush it. ‘Give in!’ Magic surges into everything and the world is tinged in sickly purple.
The memory is staticky as Shiro looks up at Hunk and swings his fist. His eyes are lit from within as he takes out the members of his team on the bridge. He lifts the fallen Lotor and slings him over his shoulder. The voice commands and he will obey.]
Cw: mind-control, human experimentation, body horror, ptsd
I’m sorry.
[The world turns to smoke and darkness.
Hard lines form in the dark and resolve into the precise lighting known to Galra ships. The medical table is at an angle and the equipment moved away from it. This Shiro is long haired and jerks up in shock. He grips the side of his head and stares at his metal hand. He clenches it. The dream falls into flashes. This Shiro stumbling down the hall gripping the side of his head. Fractured images of a clinical voice and a light shown into his eyes. Liquid pouring into the chamber he was locked in and his fearful gasp. Peering into a room and seeing himself laying there, short haired and with techs around him. The light in the eyes again.
‘We will use this one for Project Kuron.’
Pressure. It starts subtle at first. Headaches and aches. Little decisions directed ever so subtly in new directions. He was among the team but it was harder to lead them. Keith is missing from these memories. The shadows are deep and only grow deeper the more the pressure increases.
‘You are mine now,’ The voice comes with pressure grinding down against everything. The images crack. Pain. It feels like someone is wrapping a vice around the mind and threatening to crush it. ‘Give in!’ Magic surges into everything and the world is tinged in sickly purple.
The memory is staticky as Shiro looks up at Hunk and swings his fist. His eyes are lit from within as he takes out the members of his team on the bridge. He lifts the fallen Lotor and slings him over his shoulder. The voice commands and he will obey.]