[ shiro is certainly not wrong about that. no matter what keith feels, they can't stay here if only because shiro doesn't deserve to spend another day of his life wasting away in an alien prison. there may not be any death matches in a gladiator arena here, but just now they built a stage and shiro was right there, bound up like a sex toy for use by an ogling public. conditions at porn prison have deteriorated steadily, and the last thing keith wants for shiro is to be violated and used for entertainment in yet another fucking institution.
but even knowing all that, it's hard not to be selfish in his reflections of the aftermath. separated from his boyfriend by entire realities, forever haunted by the white-haired version of the shiro in his reality of all the things they could have been but never were.
shiro's hand is a warm constant on his face, and keith blinks slow through the rest of his words. leaving porn prison and keeping shiro has always been at odds with each other, if only because the end goal of escaping here is an inevitable return to their respective realities. or at least, it had always been one and the same because abandoning their realities had been utterly unthinkable.
up until now, that is. shiro comes closer and an impossibly heavy weight comes off keith's soul as the unthinkable is allowed, even briefly, to become thinkable. eyes widening, keith stares up, his grip inadvertently going slack on his boy's wrist. ]
... You really mean that? It's not something messed up in your system again?
._. !!!!!!!!
but even knowing all that, it's hard not to be selfish in his reflections of the aftermath. separated from his boyfriend by entire realities, forever haunted by the white-haired version of the shiro in his reality of all the things they could have been but never were.
shiro's hand is a warm constant on his face, and keith blinks slow through the rest of his words. leaving porn prison and keeping shiro has always been at odds with each other, if only because the end goal of escaping here is an inevitable return to their respective realities. or at least, it had always been one and the same because abandoning their realities had been utterly unthinkable.
up until now, that is. shiro comes closer and an impossibly heavy weight comes off keith's soul as the unthinkable is allowed, even briefly, to become thinkable. eyes widening, keith stares up, his grip inadvertently going slack on his boy's wrist. ]
... You really mean that? It's not something messed up in your system again?