[ shit finally hits the fan less than a week later-- they're all stuck on an alien planet on an alien ship without any supply of suppressants. pidge had dedicated herself so thoroughly to her cover story of a male beta that she'd gotten the implant that all but erased her scent and sex drive, so it didn't matter that she turned out to be a female alpha, but keith and lance and hunk still have their own cycles to worry about. coran promises that the atlean medical bay can probably eventually synthesize something useful that is safe for human biology, but for the moment all they've got is "standard" altean supplements in their food goo acting as a sort of all-purpose birth control and vaccines against alien diseases. it won't suppress heats or ruts.
granted, the castle of lions is pretty fuckhuge if one of them really needs absolute isolation, but separation puts a bad taste in lance's mouth for reasons he's not willing to examine too closely. he knows he's not due for his cycle just yet, so he doesn't know why he's been so restless the past couple of days, prowling around after-hours and seeking out company and then getting irritable with them and stalking back off again. keith's off on a mission to the local village and isn't supposed to be back for a few days, and it annoys him that maybe the absence of keith's scent is causing the unrest. he's more worried about the effect of keith's absence on shiro even if he'd never admit it out loud. shiro's been everything like a perfect alpha so far: strong, focused, inspiring, and infinitely patient. he hasn't once snapped at lance or hunk for not being good enough, nor has he tried to force them all into a close pack relationship by aggression and intimidation the way some alphas did. shiro only ever did the right thing for them and never thought of himself.
apparently literally, because after lance can't find him in the ship for a solid ten hours he follows the hint of a strangely sweet, burnt sugar smell to an unused room and nearly passes out from the strength of it when the door opens for him and the scent washes over him like a wave. ]
>toebeans
granted, the castle of lions is pretty fuckhuge if one of them really needs absolute isolation, but separation puts a bad taste in lance's mouth for reasons he's not willing to examine too closely. he knows he's not due for his cycle just yet, so he doesn't know why he's been so restless the past couple of days, prowling around after-hours and seeking out company and then getting irritable with them and stalking back off again. keith's off on a mission to the local village and isn't supposed to be back for a few days, and it annoys him that maybe the absence of keith's scent is causing the unrest. he's more worried about the effect of keith's absence on shiro even if he'd never admit it out loud. shiro's been everything like a perfect alpha so far: strong, focused, inspiring, and infinitely patient. he hasn't once snapped at lance or hunk for not being good enough, nor has he tried to force them all into a close pack relationship by aggression and intimidation the way some alphas did. shiro only ever did the right thing for them and never thought of himself.
apparently literally, because after lance can't find him in the ship for a solid ten hours he follows the hint of a strangely sweet, burnt sugar smell to an unused room and nearly passes out from the strength of it when the door opens for him and the scent washes over him like a wave. ]
Jesus christ-- Shiro?