[ the puprle light goes out, but the burn of his leg persists, with only minimal adrenaline to dampen pain perception. weird, right? pinned on his back an energy blade searing his face, keith could barely register anything. everything was so thoroughly fucked up, not just with the paladins and lotor, but between hima dn shiro, too. it'd been like teetering at a chasm at the end of the universe, staring down the loss of everything and everyone he'd ever cared about, all of it reflected in the eyes of the one person he loves more than anything.
whatever drug got pumped into him softens the razor-sharp edges of the memory, but that means total disembodiment. dissociation. keith drifts in and out, caught between something terrifying and the tender way shiro brushes up and down his leg. he didn't cry then, and he is't going to cry now, but the partly stifled noise keith makes is miserable as he tries to do as told. ]
Okay.... okay... it's gonna be okay...
[ murmured, keith loses sight o what that's even supposed to mean, or who it's for. it's gonna be okay hadn't done anything to soothe an enraged clone back then, but... he's not even dealing with that now, right? the muscles in his legs tense with the effort of staying still, teeth grit like that might keep the fire lighting up his leg inside contained as well.
except there's one thing that slips through the cracks. one desperate attempt to know if things really are going to be okay. ]
it's in the subject lines!!
whatever drug got pumped into him softens the razor-sharp edges of the memory, but that means total disembodiment. dissociation. keith drifts in and out, caught between something terrifying and the tender way shiro brushes up and down his leg. he didn't cry then, and he is't going to cry now, but the partly stifled noise keith makes is miserable as he tries to do as told. ]
Okay.... okay... it's gonna be okay...
[ murmured, keith loses sight o what that's even supposed to mean, or who it's for. it's gonna be okay hadn't done anything to soothe an enraged clone back then, but... he's not even dealing with that now, right? the muscles in his legs tense with the effort of staying still, teeth grit like that might keep the fire lighting up his leg inside contained as well.
except there's one thing that slips through the cracks. one desperate attempt to know if things really are going to be okay. ]
Love you.