[ if there's one thing keith loathes, it's being dead weight. neither shiro nor the wolf will admit to seeing it that way, but he wishes more than ever tat he could contribute more meaningfully to their escape and safety than by merely hanging onto shiro's back.
not that thinking this way accelerates the elimination of unknown drugs from his system, but there's something profound about the idea that this could be the last time they're ever hurt or abused in this way. from here on out, their lives could be fully back in their hands. no more random aphrodisiacs, no more flying rocket dildos, just ... a whole lot of silence in a desolate world.
but it's their world for now, and the future is at least something they can navigate together as a team. it's kind of breathtaking and exhausting to stare at all the fucked up things that were routinely part of their lives that are potentially part of a closed chapter. his head gets lost in thoughts like that while his body gently rocks in time with shiro's movements. hell, he might've even drifted off at some pointt, only to blink back into wakefulness a few ticks later.
keeping track of anything important is difficult while there's still fog in his head, but keith trie sanyway up to the point where the wolf and shiro decide to take shelter in a shack.mercifully, walking is a little easier when he's placed back down on his feet, and by the time they've figured out what resources they have available and shiro goes for his perimeter check, keith settles on the edge of the bed and opens up a prison branded "cock in a sock" sausage snack for the wolf to eat. again, the fact that this had all been entirely normal feels entirel unreal.
his brow stays furrwed by the time shiro returns, though he looks up with a half smile. ]
I feel...
[ good. the answer is good. nice and simple, then they can just ove on without getting embroiled in an emotional minefield, right? giving the wolf a final pet around the ears, keith drops the sausage to the floor and heaves a deeper breath. ]
...I feel like I should be asking you that question. You were carrying me for a while. You gotta be pretty sore, right? Let me at least rub your back and shoulders.
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not that thinking this way accelerates the elimination of unknown drugs from his system, but there's something profound about the idea that this could be the last time they're ever hurt or abused in this way. from here on out, their lives could be fully back in their hands. no more random aphrodisiacs, no more flying rocket dildos, just ... a whole lot of silence in a desolate world.
but it's their world for now, and the future is at least something they can navigate together as a team. it's kind of breathtaking and exhausting to stare at all the fucked up things that were routinely part of their lives that are potentially part of a closed chapter. his head gets lost in thoughts like that while his body gently rocks in time with shiro's movements. hell, he might've even drifted off at some pointt, only to blink back into wakefulness a few ticks later.
keeping track of anything important is difficult while there's still fog in his head, but keith trie sanyway up to the point where the wolf and shiro decide to take shelter in a shack.mercifully, walking is a little easier when he's placed back down on his feet, and by the time they've figured out what resources they have available and shiro goes for his perimeter check, keith settles on the edge of the bed and opens up a prison branded "cock in a sock" sausage snack for the wolf to eat. again, the fact that this had all been entirely normal feels entirel unreal.
his brow stays furrwed by the time shiro returns, though he looks up with a half smile. ]
I feel...
[ good. the answer is good. nice and simple, then they can just ove on without getting embroiled in an emotional minefield, right? giving the wolf
a final pet around the ears, keith drops the sausage to the floor and heaves a deeper breath. ]
...I feel like I should be asking you that question. You were carrying me for a while. You gotta be pretty sore, right? Let me at least rub your back and shoulders.