[ the exaggerated kissy noise makes keith hiccup with involuntary amusement. he's never known his own grandmother so the reference is based purely on media portrayals of grandma kisses, but this qualifies, right? it's a weird thought that only serves to bolster the giddiness that comes with shiro kisses in general. somehow it feels wrong to find any kind of relief in confirming porn prison's bottom line in pushing sex is still very much intact, but who is keith to argue when it means he gets to at least hold his favorite person and wolf without burning?
of course, that raises the question of whether or not the sense of foreboding will also clear with sex, but this time it's a thought that prompts more self chastisement than anything else. as much as sex is a means to an end in this place, shiro is not.
getting caught up on that thought is precisely why keith doesn't stop shiro from entering his cramped cell and getting comfortable. the narrowness of the space and its single exit point still sets off a terrible sense of foreboding, but it's ... at least one that keith is a step closer to dismissing as irrational. it'd been nerve wracking because he was alone and unarmed. with shiro and the wolf here, nothing is getting past, right?
if there's even a something to begin with. expression pinched with uncertainty, keith looks from shiro to the wolf nervously before allowing himself to be coaxed into sitting down across from shiro. the instant he does so, the wolf is by his side, head resting on keith's lap, eyes closed and contented.. fingers comb through silvery blue fur in some half hearted attempt to self soothe as keith murmurs: ]
But I don't think I can feed myself without burning.
[ it's not really meant as a protest. if anything, it's more to stall out on answering what exactly happened at the lighthouse and admitting outright that nothing has actually happened yet. brow pinching, keith looks down at the ramen cup, tentatively fliicking with a finger before the burn makes him jerk back with a wince. ]
Ow. [ blowing our a heavy sifh, keith continues to look pensive. ] ...And I dunno. It's like.. you know those ghost stories about spirits coming back because you disturbed their grave or something? It just feels kinda like that.
[ ....several months after the fact. because apparently this ghost was hibernating for the summer. face falling, keith groans. ]
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of course, that raises the question of whether or not the sense of foreboding will also clear with sex, but this time it's a thought that prompts more self chastisement than anything else. as much as sex is a means to an end in this place, shiro is not.
getting caught up on that thought is precisely why keith doesn't stop shiro from entering his cramped cell and getting comfortable. the narrowness of the space and its single exit point still sets off a terrible sense of foreboding, but it's ... at least one that keith is a step closer to dismissing as irrational. it'd been nerve wracking because he was alone and unarmed. with shiro and the wolf here, nothing is getting past, right?
if there's even a something to begin with. expression pinched with uncertainty, keith looks from shiro to the wolf nervously before allowing himself to be coaxed into sitting down across from shiro. the instant he does so, the wolf is by his side, head resting on keith's lap, eyes closed and contented.. fingers comb through silvery blue fur in some half hearted attempt to self soothe as keith murmurs: ]
But I don't think I can feed myself without burning.
[ it's not really meant as a protest. if anything, it's more to stall out on answering what exactly happened at the lighthouse and admitting outright that nothing has actually happened yet. brow pinching, keith looks down at the ramen cup, tentatively fliicking with a finger before the burn makes him jerk back with a wince. ]
Ow. [ blowing our a heavy sifh, keith continues to look pensive. ] ...And I dunno. It's like.. you know those ghost stories about spirits coming back because you disturbed their grave or something? It just feels kinda like that.
[ ....several months after the fact. because apparently this ghost was hibernating for the summer. face falling, keith groans. ]
.... I'm starting to sound like Lance.