nsfw call me out 2019.

[legalized]

【my ❝NSFW CALL ME OUT❞ post】
get my ass in gear.

♛ here is my muselist. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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allura.

[unpatriarchal]

[ it has been months, of not seeing one another. months, of transitions of power, of figuring out his new place in this universe. months of tip-toeing around the obvious. and months, since he had first laid eyes on the new altea.

he had wanted to talk to her, to see her, to be near her, but his arrival on altea had been a cacophony of people demanding his attention, people doubting his intentions. and allura had been there for him, to silence doubts, and to place her trust in him. again, when he likely did not deserve such a thing.

he had meant to talk to her at dinner, and couldn't. and then he had meant to see her afterward, but was separated quickly. and so he had wanted to wait, until night fell properly, but once lotor finally got rid of his own aides, it was nearly midnight, and lotor found himself slipping into the palace well past any reasonable hour.

inappropriate, he lectures himself, but lotor continues onward regardless, and with a bit of guesswork, finds himself to what is surely the queen's chambers. and after a quick and quiet knock: ]

Allura?

[ it's a quiet murmur. ]

Are you awake?

[juniberries]

[it's late, but Allura has a bad habit of staying up well past bedtime. even with the lions gone, disappearing into the ether of space time and what lies between, there is still residual paladin work to be done on top of being New Altea's queen.

and, of course, Lotor's visit to New Altea weighs heaviest on her mind. so much so, that she had a hard time speaking matter-of-factly to the others during her conference call, letting everyone else talk as she remained uncharacteristically quiet.

but she's finally settling down, dressed down, hair down, and about to lay down into bed when she hears a knock at her door, followed by a voice.

his voice.

she doesn't say anything at first, pausing before getting up out of bed, grabbing and tying around herself a silk bathrobe from Earth.]

I am. [she moves near the door, pressing her hand against its panel for it to slide halfway open.] Though I have to wonder how you slipped past Castle security.

[said chidingly.]

[unpatriarchal]

[ the door cracks open, and lotor is met with allura peeking through it. and he offers a (slightly sheepish) grin at her comment. ]

I have my ways.

[ knowingly, as he crosses his arms. eyes flickering briefly over the robe before he inclines his head toward her door. ]

May I come in? If you would not mind late-night company.

[juniberries]

[her heart skips a beat as she catches the way he looks at her, brief as it may be. and, after a tick or two of consideration (mostly for the sake of propriety), she responds by moving aside.]

Of course you may. [the door doesn't open any wider, but it's opened enough for him to slip in.] It's...well, it's been awhile since we've been able to talk without feeling like the whole planet is watching us.

[though, the reality is, it's everyone watching him.]