[ getting locked up in solitary isn't exactly a first for keith, but of course it just had to be during the week that everything started going to shit, huh? with all the exaggerated stupidity going on, the looming awareness of this place being legitimately dangerous had faded a little. stupid. keith really should have known better.
perhaps the one saving grace to being in solitary is that there aren't any windows. no windows in turn means that he can't see that ominous red glow from the lighthouse -- looking, searching for him. maybe that's not a consolation at all. maybe all it's doing is keeping him from knowing when or if whatever's looking for him will make an approach. the thoughts circle like vultures above carrion, and there's little keith can do but pace the five steps forward and five steps back in his tiny cell.
focus is what keith keeps telling himself. spiraling anxiety won't help anything. back in the quantum abyss there'd been plenty of days when keith thought they'd just be doomed to wander space forever. that he'd die without ever seeing another human face ever again. it's terrifying how easily those intrusive thoughts come crawling back to the surface with minimal provocation.
shiro, the wolf, his friends -- they're all out there just beyond this one door. keith tells himself as much, knowing he'll only be in solitary for a few more days, but when there's nothing to do but sit in mist induced fear, a few days feels impossibly long. keith curls up tight in the corner, arms hugging his knnes and head bowed an. when he gets out of here, maybe he'll try and talk shiro into cuddling under the covers for a day.
if.
and who's to even say shiro would want to? shiro's been through much worse than this during his time as a galran prisoner. who's to say the guy wouldn't look at this and think weak. keith looks up, haggard and growls at nobody in particular. ]
Shiro / August Event
perhaps the one saving grace to being in solitary is that there aren't any windows. no windows in turn means that he can't see that ominous red glow from the lighthouse -- looking, searching for him. maybe that's not a consolation at all. maybe all it's doing is keeping him from knowing when or if whatever's looking for him will make an approach. the thoughts circle like vultures above carrion, and there's little keith can do but pace the five steps forward and five steps back in his tiny cell.
focus is what keith keeps telling himself. spiraling anxiety won't help anything. back in the quantum abyss there'd been plenty of days when keith thought they'd just be doomed to wander space forever. that he'd die without ever seeing another human face ever again. it's terrifying how easily those intrusive thoughts come crawling back to the surface with minimal provocation.
shiro, the wolf, his friends -- they're all out there just beyond this one door. keith tells himself as much, knowing he'll only be in solitary for a few more days, but when there's nothing to do but sit in mist induced fear, a few days feels impossibly long. keith curls up tight in the corner, arms hugging his knnes and head bowed an. when he gets out of here, maybe he'll try and talk shiro into cuddling under the covers for a day.
if.
and who's to even say shiro would want to? shiro's been through much worse than this during his time as a galran prisoner. who's to say the guy wouldn't look at this and think weak. keith looks up, haggard and growls at nobody in particular. ]
Shut it.