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Private Stolen Moments

Discussion in 'Elysium' started by Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane, Jul 14, 2019 at 11:28 AM.

  1. Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane

    Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane Voltron: Legendary Defender

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    Gender:
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    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
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    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    July 1st
    @Keith Kogane
    When exactly was a good time to talk to your best friend and kind of ex-boyfriend? Shiro hadn't really had the time between being alerted to Keith's sudden arrival, getting him the help he needed and then reluctantly agreeing to let him move to their home in Elysium so soon after he had landed. Of course he was more concerned with Keith returning to his full health above all else but... he still felt anxious considering there were so many differences between this Keith and the one who had disappeared a month or so ago. Still, with Keith coming home with them to Elysium it meant some things just never changed, like how he was impatient as ever to stop being looked after and get back on his feet. He no doubt felt useless in a hospital bed, god knows they all could relate to that feeling at one point or another, especially when they were so focused on being a team.

    Shiro had distracted himself with other things as they brought Keith home, like the lion situation in Pandora now and what they were supposed to do with themselves. Did the return of Keith like this mean Zarkon was here? What about the Witch? The same Witch who Shiro never admitted turned up on his restless nights on more than one occasion. She plagued his mind, tortured and teased him with that cackle of hers and cryptic words that made him question his own memories, feelings even. Shiro made a mental note to apologise to Hunk later on for the amount of disturbances his failure at sleep brought, for it was always the yellow paladin there in the early hours of the morning already up and in the kitchen, as if he could sense the unrest in his friend.

    Right now Hunk had just finished giving Keith the tour of the home, and in his distraction he had reailsed a moment too late that he must have seen Shiro's bedroom. Their bedroom. No one had told Keith about the relationship Shiro and another form of himself had made here in Pandora, there wasn't really the need nor time for it considering the other problems they had on their plate. He guessed it could be explained a little later. Shiro pushed himself up from the kitchen stool he had been sat on, his hand dragging over the cool counter top before he made his way over to the bottom of the stairs, glancing up them before he was dragging his feet up the stairs, feeling as though lead weights were tugging him down with each step.

    Unable to shake the feeling that clung onto him since Keith's arrival, he figured nothing would solve it like asking the paladin himself about what was going on, what happened to him, who had caused him that much damage in the first place? Where were they now? What was the last thing Keith remembered and why was he so... big? When he reached the top of the stairs he walked across the landing towards his bedroom, stopping in the doorway as he found Keith standing by one of the small dressers, back turned to him. Clearing his throat to alert Keith of his presence, Shiro spoke up after a moment, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

    "Hey... How you doing? Feeling a little better at least?"
     
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  2. Keith Kogane

    Keith Kogane Voltron: Legendary Defender

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    1/2 Human, 1/2 Galra
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    21
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good
    It was a strange feeling, that idea that he was intruding somehow even after Hunk had told him this was his room -- one that he had shared with Shiro. A room that was filled with things that belonged to Shiro and Keith. But a different Keith. A Keith who had been pulled into Pandora from an earlier point in time; who had gone through stuff in Pandora, along with the others.

    But he felt like a stranger in this room. Keith furrowed his brow, shutting the dresser drawer he had been idly looking through. Clothing that belonged to that other Keith; where the very clothes on his back must have been pulled from.

    It was just a little small and tight, Keith tugging at the hem of the t-shirt where it kept riding up just a touch. Still slender, but just an inch or so taller and with more muscle than his older self.

    Ugh, he really didn't want to go shopping for clothes.

    But it was glint of metal that caught his eye -- a simple ring sitting, unacompanied, upon the top of the dresser. Keith, who had never worn jewelry in his life, reached out, brow furrowed, a finger brushing lightly over the band.

    And then a sound from behind him and Keith turned to find Shiro in the doorway. Casual, at ease, posture familiar as he regarded the younger man.

    Keith crossed his arms over his chest, eyes drifting off to the side. Something uneasy stirred inside of him. He knew what questions would be coming.

    "Yeah, that place worked its magic." Literally, even. Though they hadn't been able to bring him to 100% for some reason or another. Fingers drifted up to the gauze still pressed over his cheek, the burn itching beneath it. That would scar.

    "Just a lot to process," he admitted, glancing over at Shiro. Where to even start?

    "Hunk told me we share this room." Which, honestly, hadn't surprised him any. There was only a limited number of rooms. Of course some of them would double up. But still...

    "...Where am I sleeping?"

    There was only one bed, after all.