[ shiro shifts, angling up to give keith a clear look at his face. not wholly consciously, keith shifts as well, scooting to occupy the space beneath his best friend.
enough.
funny. keith's never been an overachiever once in his life. sure, he'd been protecctive over his status as the best cadet of his class, but even that title hadn't meant much when shiro was no longer around to grab his shoulder and ruffle his hair with all the pride in the world. enough. it's a bitter word to hear coming from shiro. keith's never wanted to be enough to shiro -- no, for shiro he wants to aim for the fucking stars.
but of course, as shiro says, that's not "realistic." again, another word that seems out of place for their tumultuous friendship. time and time again, they've been forcibly separated, then reunited. shiro's been dead, then brought back from the depths of black's consciousness. it would have been realistic of keith to give up on shiro for dead so many times and yet ....
fuck, is porn prison really the place where "realistic" suddenly means something? or is rejecting that just set up for an inevitable crash and burn of disappointment? or does all of that not even fucking matter at this point because the fact of the two of them being space-time anomalies who are only together because of some unrealistic fuckery to begin with makes all of this pointless to agonize over?
he looks up then at his best friend, raising a hand to cup his cheek. the smile that tugs at his lips is a little fragile, but sincere. after all, isn't it kind of a fucked up but beautiful thing to get to touch his best friend's real face here, when he never got the chance to touch him tenderly before? ]
Good.
[, he laughs, and it's a quiet, soft thing that's more exhale than amusement. ]
no subject
enough.
funny. keith's never been an overachiever once in his life. sure, he'd been protecctive over his status as the best cadet of his class, but even that title hadn't meant much when shiro was no longer around to grab his shoulder and ruffle his hair with all the pride in the world. enough. it's a bitter word to hear coming from shiro. keith's never wanted to be enough to shiro -- no, for shiro he wants to aim for the fucking stars.
but of course, as shiro says, that's not "realistic." again, another word that seems out of place for their tumultuous friendship. time and time again, they've been forcibly separated, then reunited. shiro's been dead, then brought back from the depths of black's consciousness. it would have been realistic of keith to give up on shiro for dead so many times and yet ....
fuck, is porn prison really the place where "realistic" suddenly means something? or is rejecting that just set up for an inevitable crash and burn of disappointment? or does all of that not even fucking matter at this point because the fact of the two of them being space-time anomalies who are only together because of some unrealistic fuckery to begin with makes all of this pointless to agonize over?
he looks up then at his best friend, raising a hand to cup his cheek. the smile that tugs at his lips is a little fragile, but sincere. after all, isn't it kind of a fucked up but beautiful thing to get to touch his best friend's real face here, when he never got the chance to touch him tenderly before? ]
Good.
[, he laughs, and it's a quiet, soft thing that's more exhale than amusement. ]
So come down here and kiss me.