“Who are you?” Is the first thing he ever hears an alien say. It’s not the first time he’s heard someone ask that, which he counts as a victory of sorts.
He doesn’t know how to respond, anyways. Who is he?
He’s a boy from Cuba, youngest of five, younger twin of two, though twin of two is a little redundant. He’s a pilot, a student at the Galaxy Garrison; the guy who brought a team of five humans barrelling through space in a super-powered Blue Lion.
But who is he?He doesn’t know.
Written for the Cosmic Dust Zine and the True Colours Fund.
02 May 2019
Ari remembers the car swerving around the corner and Dante’s broken-winged bird. Remembers Dante in the middle of the road and yelling Dante’s name. And then he remembers waking up. Not pushing, not thinking about pushing or thinking about anything.
Ari doesn’t like thinking.
He spends a long time in the hospital, has a new visitor every day. Ari has a lot of time to think during the hours in between.
“It’s not like I cut myself off from all civilization.” Keith says. “Shiro’s neighbours are home—”
“I don’t think you’ve ever talked to Shiro’s neighbours.”
“Would it make you feel better if I introduced myself to Shiro’s neighbours?”
“It would make me feel better if you had told me that you were going to be alone this winter break.” Lance grumbles lowly, leaning back until his shoulders hit the chair behind him.
“I’m telling you now.”
Lance rubs his hand over his face, tries not to sound frustrated. “Why are you telling me now?”
Keith falters, thinks over his words. Lance bets he doesn’t know why he’s telling him now either. “Because I thought you should know.” He finally settles on. Because you can’t do anything about it.
In which Lance travels across 1,681 kilometers, sees the sky and the water meet for the first time, and falls in more ways than one.
The ship continues it’s advances, and Lance can feel it now. The ocean currents against his skin. The blue of the sky and the roughness of the grass. He can feel the Earth and the stars as they press promises against his skin.
We will not forget you. They will not forget you.
He closes his eyes.
(he must have been terrified, to know it was hopeless-
-and stand up anyways.)