“I fell like a shooting star down to Earth, and Keith was there to catch me.”
“I fell like a shooting star down to Earth, and Keith was there to catch me.”
(reads this post)
(looks up primeape’s dex entries)
Sun: It has been known to become so angry that it dies as a result. Its face looks peaceful in death, however.
I have been SLEEPING on this edgelord.
@lunarburnt said: "I love you and uhhh also. I stole one of your MREs while you weren't around. Sorry."
“If you stole it while there was no way I was going to eat it, that’s fine. If you steal something now I’m telling your mom.”
@lunarburnt asked: Touches Shiro's knuckles.
Keith’s finger traces Shiro’s knuckles, up and down over the ridges like a rollercoaster, and Shiro watches. He knows what Keith’s hands are capable of --- seen them wrapped tightly around the grip of knife or sword, seen them curled in fists pummelling into an enemy’s face, seen them clenched at his sides probably wishing he could pummel something but can’t. His featherlight touch on Shiro’s knuckles would be unrecognisable, if Shiro didn’t know him well enough to know that he was capable of that, too. There’s only one hand to work on, but that doesn’t seem to bother Keith. Shiro waits for him, wondering what was going through his mind, wondering when he’d be done. He doesn’t think his knuckles are all that interesting --- split knuckles healed over without much lasting scarring, save for a few deeper cuts here and there.
He curls his hand into a fist, making his knuckles more pronounced. ‘ Keith ? ’ he prompts.
@lunarburnt based on tags here
lunarburnt: "And a cake for your trouble. Duh." Keith slides his hands into Lance's jeans pockets and moves in to kiss his mouth.
A pleased smile tugs at the corners of Lance’s lips as he leans in to meet Keith for that kiss, hands reaching out to curl into the hem of his jacket. Aah, yes. Birthday kisses and cake and good food and amazing people makes for a very good day~
lunarburnt: "Happy birthday."
“Thanks, babe~ Sooo, do I get a birthday kiss, or...?”
@lunarburnt said: BANDAGE - accepting
“Okay okay okay-“ he’s trying not to move. Or swear. Still genuinely isn’t sure if the thing was a plant or an alien but obviously it’s defensive response was flinging very sharp porcupine like quills at people. That had hit him just below the chest armor by the dozen. They stung and he’s really hoping they aren’t venomous or anything. In hindsight he’s sort of grateful for it. It got him out of having to do any on the ground work with the in hiding empire faction they were supposed to be removing. Which was stupid and he’ll feel awful about it later because it has to have been almost a year ago and he knows he still freezes. He’d pulled back in Black to provide covering fire as needed then waited to return to the castle with everyone else. For now Keith with tweezers is his enemy. The tiny points must have hooks on them that’s going to make repairing the undersuit a pain. Some of them are probably stuck in scar tissue. Or hooked amongst each other making for a rather difficult excision. What has been pulled is bloodied and a weird blue color. What he’s undone of the suit, as far as it can go with a bunch of quill things sticking it to him, gives him a better view of the area that’s already swelling. If it’s not venomous, it at least hast some inflammatory properties. As if any rational person would get closer again after being impaled. “Hey. You think space warthogs exist?”
“no, i do not, and you could--if you wished to--help me with that. not that you would…”
“so you agree then? that you’re not remotely worth knowing?”
cont with @lunarburnt :
"To forget for awhile." The truth, or part of it, comes out, and somehow, Keith feels worse about it, hands twitching as they come to a stop on Steve's chest. "I just... I guess I want to get lost in you... if that's okay."
‘ It’s okay to want to forget for awhile . . . ’ Steve says slowly, fingertips brushing up Keith’s forearms to collect his hands. He doesn’t remove them, just presses his thumbs under his palms, gives Keith the leverage to drop them if he wants to. The fact that he’d tacked on that uncertain if that’s okay in turn makes Steve uncertain, and everything about what they’re doing needs to be certain because they were swinging on a fragile thread of escape and desire. ‘ Is this how you really want to do it, though ? Because if it is, I won’t ask again. And I can make you forget everything. Your name. My name. ’ His name.
@lunarburnt sent in ------ [ LOOK ] : sender engages in focused eye contact with the receiver.
His sixth sense and his Keith sense work in conjunction to alert him to the set of eyes on him. It's the latter that doesn't make him look up from his book straight away, mindfully reading through the page because he doesn't feel the threat of danger or the discomfort of being watched. Not by Keith.
Reaching the end of his page, he decides to finally look up, because that feeling was not letting up, and maybe he'd been mistaken... And yet, when he does look up, he's met with the dark violet of Keith's eyes. He gives Keith a small smile, expecting... well, he's not sure what he was expecting but it wasn't for Keith to continue staring at him as if he'd had no intention but to look this entire time, and it didn't seem to matter that he had Shiro's full attention now.
For roughly half a minute, Shiro returns the eye contact, because even though he was confused, this was Keith after all. But he's unprepared for this battle, and his eyes were more strained than usual --- he really needs to get them checked out one of these days --- and he eventually blinks, and breaks the eye contact, looking away with a small laugh. ' Keith!!! What the hell? ' He puts the book away, page marked with a freebie from the bookshop and pounces across the couch, which gets his face mere inches from Keith's face, in the hopes that he'd startle at least a blink out of him.
@lunarburnt said: “ it’s okay. you can tell me.” accepting
He can. He should. He should be doing more than just sitting on the bed after numbly exiting the hangar. Black had intervened. Again. By ramming herself into the cruiser and giving him enough time to kick into flight and book it back. They were spread too thin trying to clean up any remaining empire factions, help get planets reestablished and deal out aid as needed. He’d basically had no choice but to put his own boots on the ground. It would be hypocritical to send the others out into situations he wasn’t willing to put himself in. But Shiro’s been staring at the floor for at least ten minutes which is why he’s tried to avoid these kinds of missions. He should move. He wants to. His foot has gone numb and his head hurts from hitting the floor and Keith is expecting an answer. Patiently, in a very relaxed tone of voice, but it’s Keith so he feels pressed to respond. He feels a bit like every atom in his body is vibrating apart. He’s not physically moving though his mind feels fuzzy. Deeply disturbed, alarmed, scared just at a distance. It takes him a moment to remember what he should be doing. Counting, cataloguing the air in his room that tastes stale and smells only vaguely like blood. Or some sort of odd metallic scent. His tongue stings. He probably bit it at some point and just isn’t tasting the copper. Shiro wiggles it against his teeth until Black redirects him from unclotting the bite. There’s seven rocks on his shelf, sheets under his hand, his neck is probably a little bruised and Keith is still there. Belatedly, his fingers flare blue in rage, but it simmers down far too quickly. Still he’s burnt a solid hole in the mattress. That helps a little, the smell of smoke and burnt fabric. “They’re still out there.”