[ to think, shiro started off the day thinking better of their alien overlords. not significantly, no, but the job fair had given him the smallest amount of hope that they had options here. at the very least, it’s a show of freedom and choice that he didn’t receive with the galra or the druids. that counts for something? or did, up until the jnnfrs and the like went rogue. the deputies got a handle on the situation before it could get out of communal; just…it took awhile. enough time for team voltron to take a few hits.
shiro worries about all four of them. he knows pidge is dealing with a sliced leg. lance and hunk are traumatized in their own ways. and keith… – shiro has been rounding back on him the most. see, the thing is… those bots weren’t all that different from the punishment machine of a week or so ago. the packaging had been different and they were far harder to dispose of, but that’s about as far as differences go; the rest was precisely the same, especially in terms of intent. keith’s reaction to them went about as well as shiro could expect.
he’s been looping back to that twenty minute window over and over for hours: of keith wielding a dildo of all things, half crazed standing among the wreckage of machinery and technology. that hadn’t even been the most concerning part. that had been pulling keith away from that and outside. to then bring him to his cube and watch him almost immediately pass out, whether by exhaustion or self-preservation. the thing is… shiro can’t decide which aftermath had been worse: keith sprayed with aphro and pawing at shiro relentlessly or keith shuddering and shaking apart, so utterly rattled to be faced with those bots.
at least he kept his own. at least keith didn’t fall apart in the heat of battle. that’s better than what shiro’s done any time he’s faced with a brutal reminder of the dark spots in his past. isn’t about me... – he sighs and rubs at his temples, sitting there at his shitty table inside his cube, simultaneously wondering why he’s still awake while also knowing exactly why he’s still awake. maybe he should’ve stayed with keith. the kid was out before shiro could properly talk to him and now, whenever he wakes up, he’ll be disorientated, confused, panicked…?
no. he’s safe in his cube. he’ll know he’s safe. he’ll stay tucked in bed until shiro checks on him in the morning.
… in takes twelve more minutes before shiro admits to himself that he doesn’t buy that.
it’s pretty fucking dark when he exits his cube. the warden has skimped on light fixtures. it’s okay though, because shiro knows the path well to keith’s cube. to all the paladin’s cubes, really. he may not check in with them every single day for a play by play, but he has at least made a point to familiarize himself with the basics. it doesn’t take more than a few minutes to find himself at keith’s door, only for him to then wonder what the plan is from this point. knock? why? if he’s sleeping, he wants him to stay sleeping. barge in? can’t. his anklet doesn’t give him access to keith’s cube and shiro certainly isn’t going to carve out a hole in the shipping container to let himself in.
he just wants to be here when keith wakes up.
so he settles with the thought that it’s nice enough out and he’s awake enough, that standing guard isn’t too much trouble. or better yet, sitting guard. off to the side of the door, he sits on the dirt and rests his back to the cube, head tilted back to start mapping out unfamiliar clusters of stars as he waits. ]
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shiro worries about all four of them. he knows pidge is dealing with a sliced leg. lance and hunk are traumatized in their own ways. and keith… – shiro has been rounding back on him the most. see, the thing is… those bots weren’t all that different from the punishment machine of a week or so ago. the packaging had been different and they were far harder to dispose of, but that’s about as far as differences go; the rest was precisely the same, especially in terms of intent. keith’s reaction to them went about as well as shiro could expect.
he’s been looping back to that twenty minute window over and over for hours: of keith wielding a dildo of all things, half crazed standing among the wreckage of machinery and technology. that hadn’t even been the most concerning part. that had been pulling keith away from that and outside. to then bring him to his cube and watch him almost immediately pass out, whether by exhaustion or self-preservation. the thing is… shiro can’t decide which aftermath had been worse: keith sprayed with aphro and pawing at shiro relentlessly or keith shuddering and shaking apart, so utterly rattled to be faced with those bots.
at least he kept his own. at least keith didn’t fall apart in the heat of battle. that’s better than what shiro’s done any time he’s faced with a brutal reminder of the dark spots in his past. isn’t about me... – he sighs and rubs at his temples, sitting there at his shitty table inside his cube, simultaneously wondering why he’s still awake while also knowing exactly why he’s still awake. maybe he should’ve stayed with keith. the kid was out before shiro could properly talk to him and now, whenever he wakes up, he’ll be disorientated, confused, panicked…?
no. he’s safe in his cube. he’ll know he’s safe. he’ll stay tucked in bed until shiro checks on him in the morning.
… in takes twelve more minutes before shiro admits to himself that he doesn’t buy that.
it’s pretty fucking dark when he exits his cube. the warden has skimped on light fixtures. it’s okay though, because shiro knows the path well to keith’s cube. to all the paladin’s cubes, really. he may not check in with them every single day for a play by play, but he has at least made a point to familiarize himself with the basics. it doesn’t take more than a few minutes to find himself at keith’s door, only for him to then wonder what the plan is from this point. knock? why? if he’s sleeping, he wants him to stay sleeping. barge in? can’t. his anklet doesn’t give him access to keith’s cube and shiro certainly isn’t going to carve out a hole in the shipping container to let himself in.
he just wants to be here when keith wakes up.
so he settles with the thought that it’s nice enough out and he’s awake enough, that standing guard isn’t too much trouble. or better yet, sitting guard. off to the side of the door, he sits on the dirt and rests his back to the cube, head tilted back to start mapping out unfamiliar clusters of stars as he waits. ]