oh noes a Voltron drabble

Devil's Due of course, since that's where my brain seems to be weirdarse dreams about Voltron Force notwithstanding ...

Originally posted here at /100words -- prompt was "sleepless".

What the hell is happening to me.

Not a question. Sven was too tired, too irritable, and just too everything to formulate a question, even in his own head. It was easier to stay awake and check over his armoury -- check and re-check, breaking down and cleaning and reassembling just to do it all over again.

The collapse. Then the second one, losing his place on the team into the bargain, no matter how logical that choice was. Now this.

He hunched over the workbench, wiry frame tense as cables.

Who the hell do I keep hearing in my dreams.