I know. [ some of his bravado fails at the sheer rush of scent that comes flooding out of the room again, even though he'd braced himself for it. he bites his lip, fighting not to tug the robe down lower-- or hitch it higher-- and stands just inside the doorway, etiquette drilled into him not to invade a space being used for nesting. he can't just barge in and crowd shiro like an overeager puppy. ]
You smell like both, somehow? Maybe it's something to do with you being a prisoner for so long? [ that's flimsy even to lance's ears, but he's grasping at straws to try and sound reassuring. the fact of the matter is that he doesn't care. he should because it's terrifying and strange and impossible for someone to switch their designation, but he really doesn't give a shit about the mechanics, all he wants is to make shiro feel better and get him out of danger of heat sickness.
he squares his shoulders unconsciously, and then dumps the pack on the ground and rummages around for a water bottle, tossing it unceremoniously to shiro.
stubbornly, ]
Whatever's going on, you can't do this alone. I'm a beta, I'm supposed to be able to handle both, so it's fine. I can do this. [ faltering, ] I-- I want to do this. You can knot me, or if you need me to-- act like an alpha, I can do that, I'll do whatever you need.
[ he just hopes he sounds confident and self-assured, like he's done this a million times, even though he knows damn good and well that shiro can probably smell his nervousness. he's done questionable teenage shit, he's bossed alphas and omegas into taking care of themselves during their cycles without actually joining in their sexytime, but all of that seems incredibly juvenile and irrelevant next to a real imprint on an adult alpha. he's never had an alpha knot him and he's never had to satisfy an omega's insatiable appetite by himself. if he can't take the knot shiro might accidentally hurt him, or if he doesn't have enough alpha stamina to keep up with an omega's needs shiro might fall into the delerium of heat sickness. ]
no subject
You smell like both, somehow? Maybe it's something to do with you being a prisoner for so long? [ that's flimsy even to lance's ears, but he's grasping at straws to try and sound reassuring. the fact of the matter is that he doesn't care. he should because it's terrifying and strange and impossible for someone to switch their designation, but he really doesn't give a shit about the mechanics, all he wants is to make shiro feel better and get him out of danger of heat sickness.
he squares his shoulders unconsciously, and then dumps the pack on the ground and rummages around for a water bottle, tossing it unceremoniously to shiro.
stubbornly, ]
Whatever's going on, you can't do this alone. I'm a beta, I'm supposed to be able to handle both, so it's fine. I can do this. [ faltering, ] I-- I want to do this. You can knot me, or if you need me to-- act like an alpha, I can do that, I'll do whatever you need.
[ he just hopes he sounds confident and self-assured, like he's done this a million times, even though he knows damn good and well that shiro can probably smell his nervousness. he's done questionable teenage shit, he's bossed alphas and omegas into taking care of themselves during their cycles without actually joining in their sexytime, but all of that seems incredibly juvenile and irrelevant next to a real imprint on an adult alpha. he's never had an alpha knot him and he's never had to satisfy an omega's insatiable appetite by himself. if he can't take the knot shiro might accidentally hurt him, or if he doesn't have enough alpha stamina to keep up with an omega's needs shiro might fall into the delerium of heat sickness. ]