[ it's meant to be sweet; reciprocation is supposed to be affirming and wonderful. if keith were to be kind to himself, he'd accept it, too. shiro and him have more than a shared history, they save each other time and time again, ever since keith was just some scrappy kid with bruised knuckles and a permanently etched scowl on his face. their lives are so intertwined that keith genuinely no longer has any sense of who he'd even be without shiro's guidance. so if shiro thought he was being cheesy, the man's got nothing on the totality of how keith sees it.
allura had always thrown around the word destiny as it related to their lives as paladins. to this day, keith can't say that everything leading to voltron had ever felt so grand. if anything from that day felt like fate it was the prophesized landing that brought shiro back into his life. of course, keith never took that to mean that shiro and him were destined to be together, trading kisses and holding each other. the truth of the matter is that they might not ever be like this outside of this shitty prison facility.
but he kind of wants to believe in destiny, fate, whatever the fuck force it is that keeps them in each other's orbit against all odds and deying death itself.
but that all said? you see me leaves keith aching as shiro smils and rolls him on top. does he really see shiro? can anyone who didn't realize their best friend had been replaced by a clone truly be said to be seeing? positions reversed, keith looks down at shiro. the whole thing is ridiculous. dressed in a white tank top and a jock strap, this isn't the time to be having some kind of existential crisis. keith actually laughs at himself, as both hands again come up to cup shiro's face. ]
I ... I don't know about that. [ his smile is brittle here, but he tries to make up for it with a chaste peck to shiro's lips. ]
But I want to keep seeing you.
[ heartfelt, keith holds eye contact another moment, fingers moving up to brush through shiro's forelock before shuffling to tug at the covers. ]
Let's get under the covers. I don't want to have to move again.
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allura had always thrown around the word destiny as it related to their lives as paladins. to this day, keith can't say that everything leading to voltron had ever felt so grand. if anything from that day felt like fate it was the prophesized landing that brought shiro back into his life. of course, keith never took that to mean that shiro and him were destined to be together, trading kisses and holding each other. the truth of the matter is that they might not ever be like this outside of this shitty prison facility.
but he kind of wants to believe in destiny, fate, whatever the fuck force it is that keeps them in each other's orbit against all odds and deying death itself.
but that all said? you see me leaves keith aching as shiro smils and rolls him on top. does he really see shiro? can anyone who didn't realize their best friend had been replaced by a clone truly be said to be seeing? positions reversed, keith looks down at shiro. the whole thing is ridiculous. dressed in a white tank top and a jock strap, this isn't the time to be having some kind of existential crisis. keith actually laughs at himself, as both hands again come up to cup shiro's face. ]
I ... I don't know about that. [ his smile is brittle here, but he tries to make up for it with a chaste peck to shiro's lips. ]
But I want to keep seeing you.
[ heartfelt, keith holds eye contact another moment, fingers moving up to brush through shiro's forelock before shuffling to tug at the covers. ]
Let's get under the covers. I don't want to have to move again.