[ it feels like his heartbeat hasn’t slowed since he first looked to his tablet and saw that hel message lighting up his screen. the surveillance turned rescue devolved into a clusterfuck of yelling and mangled machinery not too terribly far into the punishment and shiro wonders what the pushback will be for that. the probability of either of them walking away unpunished from destroying something of value to the warden and his prison staff is low. shiro only hopes that when someone or someones come looking for them, shiro can take most of the heat. afterall, he’s the one who sliced the tentacle thing into three separate pieces, hand lit up in bright purple.
he only has so much room in his brain to worry though and the majority of that space is focused entirely on keith in his current state. so keith was right afterall: aphrodisiac testing. it’s difficult not to think of his own experience with it when he passes the education wing. it’s partly while his strides are so brisk as he clutches keith in his arms and shoulders his way around anyone to make it outside. the events in the library are as hazy as they are not; some aspects he remembers with too much clarity, while others, such as his concept of how long it took for the aphrodisiac to take hold, are blurrier. either way, he’d like to get keith somewhere safe and somewhere private before the brunt of the effects come to a head.
he manages it, but just barely. and once inside? shiro realizes suddenly that he has no plan beyond that. it was easier to ignore keith before, because he had a set task in front of him – get to his cube – but now, he isn’t distracted with the huff-puff of his own breathing or the sound of his quickened steps. now, he’s standing just inside, door closed behind him, keith’s breath tickling his ear and making it twitch.
surprised, he jerks his head for a better angle and looks to keith. definitely harder to ignore keith now. the color in his cheeks is almost complimentary to the shape and complexion of keith’s face, but it’s marred by the distanced, heaviness of his eyes and the shallow panting that keeps his chest laboring. with his soul already weighed down with concern, it shouldn’t make a difference, but somehow, shiro finds even more of that emotion, and in the next beat, he reflexively tightens his hold, clutching keith to his chest tighter. stupid, as if that’s going to make any of this better. in fact, it’ll likely make things worse.
shaking his head to dismiss the thought, he relaxes his fingers and forces his legs to move. ]
You’re gonna be fine, Keith. [ shiro will just be to ignoring that silly comment concerning himself. he forces what he hopes passes as an encouraging smile. ] The effects will wear off soon. Until then, I want you to sit down and try to relax.
[ if possible. fuck, he hopes it’s possible. the cube isn’t all that large to begin with, so a few comments in and he’s halfway into the full length of his living space, which is where he’ll be setting keith down on his feet. ]
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he only has so much room in his brain to worry though and the majority of that space is focused entirely on keith in his current state. so keith was right afterall: aphrodisiac testing. it’s difficult not to think of his own experience with it when he passes the education wing. it’s partly while his strides are so brisk as he clutches keith in his arms and shoulders his way around anyone to make it outside. the events in the library are as hazy as they are not; some aspects he remembers with too much clarity, while others, such as his concept of how long it took for the aphrodisiac to take hold, are blurrier. either way, he’d like to get keith somewhere safe and somewhere private before the brunt of the effects come to a head.
he manages it, but just barely. and once inside? shiro realizes suddenly that he has no plan beyond that. it was easier to ignore keith before, because he had a set task in front of him – get to his cube – but now, he isn’t distracted with the huff-puff of his own breathing or the sound of his quickened steps. now, he’s standing just inside, door closed behind him, keith’s breath tickling his ear and making it twitch.
surprised, he jerks his head for a better angle and looks to keith. definitely harder to ignore keith now. the color in his cheeks is almost complimentary to the shape and complexion of keith’s face, but it’s marred by the distanced, heaviness of his eyes and the shallow panting that keeps his chest laboring. with his soul already weighed down with concern, it shouldn’t make a difference, but somehow, shiro finds even more of that emotion, and in the next beat, he reflexively tightens his hold, clutching keith to his chest tighter. stupid, as if that’s going to make any of this better. in fact, it’ll likely make things worse.
shaking his head to dismiss the thought, he relaxes his fingers and forces his legs to move. ]
You’re gonna be fine, Keith. [ shiro will just be to ignoring that silly comment concerning himself. he forces what he hopes passes as an encouraging smile. ] The effects will wear off soon. Until then, I want you to sit down and try to relax.
[ if possible. fuck, he hopes it’s possible. the cube isn’t all that large to begin with, so a few comments in and he’s halfway into the full length of his living space, which is where he’ll be setting keith down on his feet. ]