[ The journey to the Blade of Marmora base is a long one without aid from wormhole travel or hyperspeed. Such gratuitous bursts of energy are beyond the capabilities of their vessel, built for short-range travel and firefights. So until they encounter any friendly forces with access to faster travel...
They live together.
Thace takes great pains to avoid frequented Galra travel routes and give Sen safe passage. He tries to offer the Altean what little comfort he is able, aware that the one he transports is not a battle-hardened warrior or deep agent sworn to a cause such as his, but a Prince. A civilian of a long-gone civilization who is yet still trying to get his bearings.
It's been a long time since he had any company who truly knew who he was. someone he could talk openly about with the matters of the Galra Empire and Zarkon. It's....different. But pleasant. Sen is good company, and Thace finds himself grateful for it, enjoying it even,as they continue to spend time with one another.
He gets used to the Prince's unique scent pervading the ship. Gets used to sharing brief meals with the him and doing what he can to refresh his combat instincts when asked.
And then he starts to look forward to it, to waking every morning and seeing the prince's sleep-addled face, watching him yawn and stretch. It's...complicated, and he does his best not to pay it any mind, but the moments where he find himself wanting to indulge, to reach over and touch that hair or steady him with a hand purely for the contact of it all, are growing. ]
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They live together.
Thace takes great pains to avoid frequented Galra travel routes and give Sen safe passage. He tries to offer the Altean what little comfort he is able, aware that the one he transports is not a battle-hardened warrior or deep agent sworn to a cause such as his, but a Prince. A civilian of a long-gone civilization who is yet still trying to get his bearings.
It's been a long time since he had any company who truly knew who he was. someone he could talk openly about with the matters of the Galra Empire and Zarkon. It's....different. But pleasant. Sen is good company, and Thace finds himself grateful for it, enjoying it even,as they continue to spend time with one another.
He gets used to the Prince's unique scent pervading the ship. Gets used to sharing brief meals with the him and doing what he can to refresh his combat instincts when asked.
And then he starts to look forward to it, to waking every morning and seeing the prince's sleep-addled face, watching him yawn and stretch. It's...complicated, and he does his best not to pay it any mind, but the moments where he find himself wanting to indulge, to reach over and touch that hair or steady him with a hand purely for the contact of it all, are growing. ]