<#voltron #shadam#vld#voltronlegendarydefender#shiro#takashishirogane#voltronseason7>> Oh, the stars watched over everything. The Earth that was inhabited by such primitive creatures had grown up so quickly. From tiny micro-organisms to complex, societal creatures. The stars watched it all, and watched as curious, bipedal creatures grew curious, sent out metal asteroids to say hello to them, near and far.
The struggle that all went through, the stars paid testament to.
Every being under their gaze, went watched, and the stars whispered about them. The sadness of death, the joy of every life.
The ups and downs of every single life rippled through the cosmos. “I know I can’t stop you, but I won’t go through this again.” Shiro cringed as he remembered those words, harsh and painful and grating as he thought about it. They were already on the way back to Earth, and as the other paladins chatted about seeing their families again, or perhaps trying to rebuild their lives, Shiro was stuck in turmoil.
Oh, they had talked in the past. About everything. Life, love, their future. Adam had wanted to be wed, to grow old together teaching and training the next generation of pilots. Shiro had wanted to live fast, experience what he could while he could. Before the disease came and struck him down in his prime. Adam had smiled at his lover, leaned over and kissed him with the hundreds of thousands of stars above them to bear witness as he chided him about his philosophy. “You have plenty of years ahead, Takashi. Don’t speak like that.” Adam, ever the realist, always seemed so much more optimistic when it came to the man he loved.
Shiro had laughed, playfully kissed him, then reminded him that those statistics were there for a reason. “I want to leave my mark on the world, Adam, and I’ll be damned if anything stops me before I do.” “You’ve already left your mark on me, my love.”