( he doesn't take too well to the black lion, but then again the black lion is a flexible, freeing creature -- nothing like the red lion, who needed a tight grip and constant watch. the black lion recognizes what needs to be done and does it, a particular trait from an unrelenting nature to lead -- such a nature that doesn't quite become keith, but they both know that, in fact they all do, but what are their other choices? allura? she can't do everything even if she'll try and kill herself along the way. keith actually fights her on it, long and hard enough, before she pops out her hip and crosses her arms around her chest, sticking her chin out with the million dollar question.
then who will pilot the red lion?
a much more delicate bond than the rest -- a much more particular partner required to earn the beast's trust. keith finds that he misses the bond he shared with the red lion, wild and spontaneous creatures, born from the same moon rock called rebellion. he likes the black lion well enough -- he likes that the cockpit smells like shiro, that he can turn his head and smell the generic shampoo of the ship on the headrest, knowing it was once tousled in black and white locks of hair. the epitome comes down to a whole lot of emptiness and more missing the spaces in his heart that used to be occupied -- one by shiro, the other by the red lion. despite this, he swallows his pride and moves on. it's what shiro would do. for the good of the team.
they still can't form voltron, which isn't any surprise, because even if the blue lion bends and moves for allura easily, the red and black lions show their restraint. they work hard at it, under the plan of using voltron to find shiro and bring him home, fix this temporary situation and give homeostasis back to the crew -- but their hard work amounts to nothing. no one can get in the rid mindset, everyone feels the weight of shiro's absence.
he honestly thinks it's a good idea to go talk to the red lion, to get his thoughts in order, to air out his frustrations and hear the red lion say nothing, along with everything. that's how their bond works -- unlike the black lion who says nothing and nothing, who doesn't reassure in the way keith needs.
shiro --
the sound of it elicits a memory from the depths of keith's brain, a time not so long ago that keith sat on the command chair for the red lion, shiro knelt between his legs, a matching scarlet cock bobbed from the plushness of his worn lips -- he'd fucked him after, thoroughly, keith with his back arched and his hips flush against his, bouncing on his cock in haughty, hasty movements. the memory fades and keith is left with the reality, the new paladin of the red lion, lance, sitting in the chair with his uniform stuck at the middle of his thighs, his needy cock caught in the dark-skinned palm of his hand. keith's throat dries, somehow with his mouth watering at the same time, desperate for all of a second before he snaps out of it, storming over. )
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then who will pilot the red lion?
a much more delicate bond than the rest -- a much more particular partner required to earn the beast's trust. keith finds that he misses the bond he shared with the red lion, wild and spontaneous creatures, born from the same moon rock called rebellion. he likes the black lion well enough -- he likes that the cockpit smells like shiro, that he can turn his head and smell the generic shampoo of the ship on the headrest, knowing it was once tousled in black and white locks of hair. the epitome comes down to a whole lot of emptiness and more missing the spaces in his heart that used to be occupied -- one by shiro, the other by the red lion. despite this, he swallows his pride and moves on. it's what shiro would do. for the good of the team.
they still can't form voltron, which isn't any surprise, because even if the blue lion bends and moves for allura easily, the red and black lions show their restraint. they work hard at it, under the plan of using voltron to find shiro and bring him home, fix this temporary situation and give homeostasis back to the crew -- but their hard work amounts to nothing. no one can get in the rid mindset, everyone feels the weight of shiro's absence.
he honestly thinks it's a good idea to go talk to the red lion, to get his thoughts in order, to air out his frustrations and hear the red lion say nothing, along with everything. that's how their bond works -- unlike the black lion who says nothing and nothing, who doesn't reassure in the way keith needs.
shiro --
the sound of it elicits a memory from the depths of keith's brain, a time not so long ago that keith sat on the command chair for the red lion, shiro knelt between his legs, a matching scarlet cock bobbed from the plushness of his worn lips -- he'd fucked him after, thoroughly, keith with his back arched and his hips flush against his, bouncing on his cock in haughty, hasty movements. the memory fades and keith is left with the reality, the new paladin of the red lion, lance, sitting in the chair with his uniform stuck at the middle of his thighs, his needy cock caught in the dark-skinned palm of his hand. keith's throat dries, somehow with his mouth watering at the same time, desperate for all of a second before he snaps out of it, storming over. )
What are you doing?!
( this was our place. )