[ it's an amateur mistake to ever turn his back on an enemy who still presents a threat. doubtless the stupidity would have earned him a severe beating from his blade brothers, but just how many of them are even alive at this point? the fucking druid keeps talking, fanning the embers of rage until his blood boils, beating hard in his ears, behind his eyes as his skin crawls from reliving the indignity of how that thing turned the blades of fallen warriors into trophies.
why is he allowed to live on and continue to torment the people keith loves? seeing shiro shaken only fuels the visceral need to see this thing dead, but murderous intent has a way of muddying judgment. in this case, his attention isn't evenly divided between what's going on with shiro and the enemy still in front of him.
lotor recovers and lunges, throwing the full weight of his body on keith who isn't braced for it. shiro's voice is what makes him turn his face forward and by then the putrefying quintessence corpse is already on top of him. keith topples onto his side where deceptively strong hands clamp around his neck. wincing and gasping, keith's entire field of vision is swallowed up in the expanding nightmare fuel of the gaping orifice of lotor's collapsed mouth and saliva filmed tongue looming hot over his face. bony fingers squeeze and now it's keith's turn to rasp brookenly as he tries to snap those fingers off. ]
Shi... ro!
[ the creature gurgles its pleasure, what remains of its upper lip pulled up in a wicked smile. fangs come closer and closer to keith's neck, something wet lathing over the undersuit. a switch flips in keith's head. giving up on the fucking hands, keith puts his all into raining neavy punches on the things skull.
he doesn't have time for this. shiro needs his help and that means everything he's feeling right now, all his fear, regret, and disgust is utterly irrelevant. the thing lets up, but only slightly before its grip becomes vice once again, but in that brief moment keith gets one clear breath he screams: ]
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why is he allowed to live on and continue to torment the people keith loves? seeing shiro shaken only fuels the visceral need to see this thing dead, but murderous intent has a way of muddying judgment. in this case, his attention isn't evenly divided between what's going on with shiro and the enemy still in front of him.
lotor recovers and lunges, throwing the full weight of his body on keith who isn't braced for it. shiro's voice is what makes him turn his face forward and by then the putrefying quintessence corpse is already on top of him. keith topples onto his side where deceptively strong hands clamp around his neck. wincing and gasping, keith's entire field of vision is swallowed up in the expanding nightmare fuel of the gaping orifice of lotor's collapsed mouth and saliva filmed tongue looming hot over his face. bony fingers squeeze and now it's keith's turn to rasp brookenly as he tries to snap those fingers off. ]
Shi... ro!
[ the creature gurgles its pleasure, what remains of its upper lip pulled up in a wicked smile. fangs come closer and closer to keith's neck, something wet lathing over the undersuit. a switch flips in keith's head. giving up on the fucking hands, keith puts his all into raining neavy punches on the things skull.
he doesn't have time for this. shiro needs his help and that means everything he's feeling right now, all his fear, regret, and disgust is utterly irrelevant. the thing lets up, but only slightly before its grip becomes vice once again, but in that brief moment keith gets one clear breath he screams: ]
Shiro!