#i am out of my depth ; at this altitude ━ ( VERSE // BLACK )

[caniisrufus]

It was late at night when the black lion's consciousness reached out to her new paladin, encouraging him to come to the hanger. She knew that they had little time to forge their bond, and while she's usually leave it up to her paladin to approach her this time she would take initiative.

     it’s as much as keith can do to keep his head clear, going all out in the late hours on the training deck, instead of sleeping off the war-weariness everybody else seems to have picked up the last few weeks. he weighs up the options of it being literal, or just jet-lag from all the celebrating they’ve been doing. keith’s not so thrilled.

     he takes in a breath, standing over his latest opponent who’d crumbled by his blade when he feels the dull pull at the base of his skull. it’s unfamiliar, it’s not like red with her SPARK and her FIRE, but something calmer, almost wise by comparison. a slow burn, keith thinks out of nostalgia.

     he obeys, finding himself pacing through the hallways of the castle to the hanger bay where the lions sleep. it somehow still surprises him when the doors open up for him, and black towers like an undeserved monument above him in the room. ❛ okay, you got me here. now what? ❜

[caniisrufus]

steer

nonverbal starters : steer ━ place a hand under their chin to make them look up.

     ❛ c’mon lance━ ❜ they don’t stand a chance without their sharp shooter. putting lance down and out pits them against guns they can’t reach, and heads they can’t clock out from this far back. keith has to try and pick up the pieces of the role shiro left him, live up to his promise of doing what he’s supposed to ; leading. they can get through this. have to.

     keith kneels in front of his unsteady paladin, caught up in the bullet-storm the others are trying their best to thin out above their heads, out from the cover lance has shunted into after taking a blow. he’s awake ( probably MORE SO than before he almost lost an arm ), but they can’t afford a man down. he’s careful about it, gloved hand under lance’s jaw and tilting him up to meet him face-to-face. ❛ we need you buddy. ❜ he wants to make it an order, but it comes out more of a plea, tense worry under his visor cast all over the other’s face. of all the death-defiance they’ve gone through, being mowed down in a galra shoot-out isn’t how LANCE of all people is going to go down. he’d haunt him from beyond the grave with complaints about it. ❛ think you can shoot straight? ❜