#lnstinctalone

[caelupus]

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

          it’s what he says , yet still he doesn’t follow through  ( this is common behavior , often saved for krolia ).  he walks toward keith , gaze locked onto his , disapproving of his keith’s procrastination.  tail flicks , and he shimmers , content to teleport him should he continue to put it off.  he presses against his side , weight falling completely against keith as if to physically push him to go.  distinct feelings arise and a cold nose to open skin should convey what he means.  then do it.

[aquaeques]

( @lnstinctalone // x )

         “all right, cookies are in the oven, food’s ready to go, all that’s left is wrapping everyone’s presents. you got everything?”

[astravein]

" she misses you, yknow. " a hand lay heavy on shiro's shoulder, hoping it's as much of a comforting gesture as it'd been for keith so many times before. " you're still a part of her."

          he’s not wrong.  it’s a whisper in his mind , one that gently caresses what one might call his spirit.  it’s the very same feeling he had when he was on the astral plane.  he and black held conversations , time filled with stories and arguments , sharing concerns over the clone that had once filled black’s seat. he missed her voice , her presence like a warm embrace curled around his back.  perhaps he had not lost her completely.

          though he may have lost that warm feeling of her presence, he was graced with the warmth of keith’s hand over his shoulder, reassuring , a comfort he’s long missed ( and though he loved black , he loved keith above all things ).  he leans into it , wants to lean into keith , and cling to the feeling of their bodies pressed together.  he can’t remember what that was like — the weight of keith in his arms , heart beating against his chest , warm and solid , always a presence at his side , one he could count on.  he’s been so long without it feels but a memory that he clings to desperately.  what would keith do if he acted on those desires?

          “  thank you , keith.  ”    it comes out softer , hoarser than he meant it too , emotion caught in his throat , tempting to break his resolve to not let his separation from black and his sudden desire to draw keith into his arms overwhelm him.  he rests his hand over keith’s , fingers curling , and rests his head on their joined hands.  gods , how he’s missed him.    “  thank you.  ”

[starlitcore]

16.

prompts; 16. — daybreak

he’s never been an early riser.  not really, not by choice.  the garrison started training him into it, but lance has always been far happier letting his body’s natural clock tell him when it’s time to wake.

voltron changed that.  being in space changed that.  being in the castle changed that.  everything’s changed, now.  he’s a different person than he was six months ago.  

maybe that’s why he’s up here, cross-legged on blue’s nose.  it’s not quite morning yet, night still draining away.  the planet is beautiful ; lush and green, and an ocean stretches out in front of him, and it seems endless in the night.  he turns at the sound of footsteps, smiles at keith and doesn’t say anything.  

he still doesn’t quite know where they stand, the two of them.  it’s complicated, they butt heads more than they ever get along, but they’re making it work.  a good team.  the sun starts to rise and lance’s words are stolen away along with his thoughts.  the water glitters gold, bright and beautiful, and lance leans forwards as though he can get closer, dive in, break the surface.  when he looks back at keith, his own expression is mirrored there.  awe, wonder.  a realization that sometimes, it’s nice to stop and look.  

❛ wanna swim? ❜ they have to leave soon.  doesn’t mean lance isn’t serious.  ❛ i checked with coran.  it’s totally safe for us. ❜ // @linstinctalone 

[cybernocturne-blog]

“ i made a bad call, and i deserve the blame for it. ”

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  │   @lnstinctalone

his LED had been cycling through a bright, worried yellow for quite some time–  even as they’d sat together in silence for the majority of their time together. richard is reminded of the fragility of humans, even when they bolster their supposed strengths through reckless actions far beyond his own range of prediction. in the end, if he isn’t fast enough, if he isn’t strong enough, it’s keith that suffers  ( much like the way he finds himself temporarily bound to a hospital bed ).  his expression is one of displeasure–  both at hearing him take blame for something far beyond his control and for the damage keith’s sustained in the process. it’s useless now, he realized, to reconstruct the endless ways that scenario could have ended without so much as a scratch on his partner, but the shame in his own lack of diligence burns through his core and he continues to replay that scene  over  &  over  again. richard briefly considers saying nothing at all, but all at once there’s an intense understanding that silence can be far  ‘ louder ‘  than any noise. 

❝ there was nothing more you could have done, ❞  it’s his honest belief, and yet watching him throwing himself into the fray as if he weren’t breakable  ( HUMAN )  caused him a  discomfort  and even  agony  he never knew was within his ability to feel. icy, arcane eyes flick to the multitude of bruises blossoming over the expanse of keith’s skin and those that have ravaged his perfect features. there’s a moment where his LED flashes a dark, harrowing red when he considers that if either of them is to blame, it is himself.  ❝ i won’t hear you blame yourself. i should have protected you. ❞  

[galramade]

@lnstinctalone asked for a start !!

there is a pause between words exchanged on behalf of the race kieth had begrudgingly lost, temper flared when he hadn’t expected the sudden change in course he’d taken because he knows the city just as well as someone born and raised in it. of course, his knowledge comes with his interest in meandering every street corner, every small  hole - in - the - wall  coffee shop, and every possible escape route should he ever need to take one. it’s something that comes with natural ease once he’s remembered each landmark  ( this one having been the interesting statue used to commemorate the town’s founder;  flashy and eccentric as he seemed to be ).  he watches keith’s lips form the words that berate him for the use of an alternate route in order to win—  he even vaguely hears his voice bemoan that doing so was against whatever rule he’d made up in his head to justify his own loss. in truth, lotor’s only half listening to the rant so willingly uttered as if to talk some sense into him, but he’s far more focused on the way his brows narrow when he speaks with passion  ( albeit anger ).  flared indignation does not dull the beauty of his features nor does it cease the way lotor leans in without realizing. when keith stills, he’s asked what he’s doing, and even he himself doesn’t know—  it’s a movement he’ll have to justify when it happens. his palm cups the delicate skin of his cheek before he finally understands what it is he truly wants;  and what he wants is the gentle union of his lips with those that have likely sworn to annihilate him moments earlier.

he’s met with little resistance;  a contrast to his expectation of being rejected entirely for the sake of his pride. their kiss is broken moments later when lotor remembers that it was an argument they were supposed to be having. a step backward is taken, space provided.  

❝ my apologies—  what is it you were saying? ❞

[iceferno]

❛      hey   uh......      keith  ?      ❜         SOMETHING   ABOUT   OPENING   up   to   the   other   always   left   an   odd   feeling   in   lance’s   gut.      maybe   it   was   the   overdue   grudge   and   personal   issues   he   still   struggled   with   now   and   then,      but   lance   was   proud   to   say   that   at   least   had   subsided   heavily   in   the   year⸻      four   years   they’d   been   out   defending   the   universe.         ❛      i   just......      wanted   to   apologize   for   what   i   said,      when   we   were   stuck   in   space  ?      i’m   glad   you’re   back,      and......      i   was   sad   to   see   you   go   when   you   left.      ❜

WAS   THAT   WEIRD  ?      maybe   this   was   weird.      he   probably   shouldn’t   have   said   that.

                                                                    @lnstinctalone     ☆  °  +  .  ◦  ✧     sc.   //

[dontxswallow]

     “I’m a little busy with my doodles right now...” 

@lnstinctalone

[shieldheir]

“Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.”

he nearly means to object, if not for the earnest way his proposition is aired—  modest, with a touch of fared affinity. it is something he most certainly does not expect, but will allow regardless of the way he must bite back laughter at his expense. it’s smooth, the way keith’s voice unveils the confidence he feels when his hand is extended to clasp his own. tenderness gleams in his request  ( demand ),  and gladiolus cannot help the grin that parts his lips enough to reveal brilliant teeth just because of a lame pick up line he cannot help but oblige. he’ll reach out to take the hand offered to him, his larger palm engulfing that of one much more dainty, but no less weathered. softened expression is worn in the wake of such an unexpected union, and he does not complain—  in fact, it’s welcomed that he should merit some gentility when the world crumbles beneath his feet. grip tightens without conscience, as if relinquishing his grip will cause a tumble into darkness. 

❝ i think yours might be a little too small.. ❞  it’s mused aloud as he purposely leans against keith’s smaller frame,  ❝ how ‘bout i hold yours instead? ❞                                                                 //  @lnstinctalone

[kogancs]

hi mo!! can i tell you how much i adore your keith?? the extensive time you put into things about this boy, developing him further, it really shines through in your writing you've such a deep love and great understanding for keith. nailing his personality and the range of his emotions in certain situations. he's such a treat to see being portrayed so well and you, yourself are such a delight i love catching thr chance to see your shenanigans, you've always been so incredibly kind and sweet.

roast me . @lnstinctalone . accepting !

dean!!!!!!!!!this means?? ?? so much to me ??? ?? ive no idea what to say other than thank you

[stcrsblcd]

@lnstinctalone / °☆.。

            “IT’S  GOOD  TO  BE  BACK.”  and  it  was.  the  void  ( and  through  extension  ,  shiro  himself  )  had  been  timeless  ,  and  it  had  been  infinite.  he  could  still  SEE  the  paladins  through  his  lion’s  eyes  ,  had  been  able  to  feel  their  quintessence  inside  of  the  ship  through  her  raw  power  ,  but  feeling  the  spirits  of  his  team  had  never  been  enough.  it  had  never  been  the  same  as  being  WITH  them  ,  real  ,  and  solid  ,  and  breathing  ,  and  truly  WITH  them.  so  ,  yes  ,  it  was  good  to  be  back.

          “you  should  tell  me  more  about  your  adventures  while  i’ve  been  gone.”  GONE.  the  finality  of  it  was  fitting.  “is  ...  the  galra  woman  who  i  think  it  is?”

[astravein]

          he doesn’t know how he got here , only knows that he’s lost something.  his battle with zarkon is the very last thing he remembers , his name being called through the earpiece.  only one person can help him make sense of this.  only one person can ground him when all else falls to ash around him.    ‘  let me see him.  ’    his tether to what was once physical has snapped , and he feels as if he’s falling , floating , adrift.  there’s nothing substantial for him to hold onto , and he’s left with dread sitting heavy on his chest , suffocating even if air no longer has any purpose to him.  he’s never felt so stifled by the stars that surround him , and it sets panic rippling through him.  he needs to see him , needs the familiarity of his gaze , his smile , his hand wrapped around his arm.

          ‘  please.  ’    he falls to his knees and feels what would be solid ground beneath his feet if the galaxy didn’t surround him at every turn.  he’s never felt so alone , even with black’s presence filling his pores.  not even when he lost his family , not when he lost adam , not even as the champion in the galra pits.  nothing amounts to the aching loss that grips his heart as the knowledge that he has lost.  fate had set out to rip him from the world before he could know the effects of time on his body , and it finally came through , even if it wasn’t in the way he imagined.  

          he feels more than hears the soft growl of black , and he turns , seeking out their sound only to hear the sound of his voice , tiny but still filled with pain , a pain that cuts through shiro like a blade.    ‘  keith.  ’    he spins in circles , hearing him , but not seeing , not feeling his presence.  ‘  keith!  ’    and it’s as if a vortex pulls at his essence , drags him violently from where he kneels , and hurtles him toward a merging of two planes. 

          reality snaps into place and he finds himself kneeling before keith in black’s cockpit.  it’s like a cold hand on his neck , sending shivers down his spine when he sees the heartache on keith’s face , sees what his disappearance has done , knowing that it’s he who has caused keith so much distress.    ‘  oh keith ,  ’    and he rises , steps toward his hunched frame , intent to wrap around his shoulders in comfort and ---

          walks right through him.  shock writes a tragedy on his features , hands held out in disbelief and his heart plummeting in his chest.  

@lnstinctalone

[galramade]

// kisses his cheek

❝ is this affection?? disgusting?? do it again...... ❞

[stcrsblcd-a]

[  @lnstinctalone / season 5 starter call. ]

             KEITH  HAD  RETURNED  TO  THE  CASTLE when the rest of the team had long since retired. an unorthodox time to come calling , yes , but shiro had been out of his chambers to greet his friend within mere MOMENTS. not only because of the urgency in keith’s voice , not even because of shiro’s own RESTLESSNESS.

            he’d just missed him. and , from the sounds of it , much more went on within the blade of malmora’s ranks than shiro could ever have thought there would. particularly with more personal matters.

             “i can’t believe you FOUND her,” shiro was saying now , having listened to keith’s tale of his most recent mission. of finding his mother. “honestly , keith , it’s incredible. i’m happy for you. what’s she like?”

[aquaeques]

( @lnstinctalone // sc. )

                "shh, quiet! --------- aaaand he’s gone! okay! you can come out now. you ready to get your bake on?”

[blckpaladcn-blog]

“you know me! and the fact that you still think i’d do that hurts the most.”

&. ARGUING STARTERS. | Accepting

“Keith, Left not only us but me behind when you continued your Mamora Training. So am I worried that you will leave us again; I am just looking after the others too. What do you want me to do Keith? Just pretend that everything and You are okay?” Lance questioned with a worried tone.