Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open

[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares

[Darkness. Stars. It’s nighttime and the ground trembles. A deep underlying sense of panic permeates everything, tangible in the way your limbs shake and the expressions on people’s faces, though specific features seem to melt away. The darkness turns to red, and the red turns to fire… fire everywhere, uncontrollable and hungry. It burns at your limbs and for a brief second, you see a world-- a planet-- engulfed in a wave of red-orange death.

The background noise is a strange alien wailing, neither male nor female, but it is deep and you find you can almost understand the words. They are strong enough to be word-feelings, which makes them a little hard to concentrate on with the chaos otherwise found in the vision.

<Fire.> <Run.> <Help.>]

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on the huntress

[Keith jumped up in bed with a yell, breathing hard. He didn't have nightmares often, but that sure was one. He rubbed his face. Was that... tears? He looked at his hands for a moment, noticing that they were trembling. Keith hesitated, but then eventually reached for the communicator.

After speaking with Shiro, he made his way out to the common area for a bit. He needed to get out of his room. After the common area, he went to the shuttle bay to beat up the punching bag for a bit.]

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private to Shiro

hey

are you awake

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next morning, after seeing a few posts on the network

so a few people had these nightmare vision things

i think we should compare what we saw

Comments

[the_tailor]

[It's....a very simple question, Keith.]

Dated. Gone out with. Had a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

[tempredmental]

Uh... sort of?

[He quirked an eyebrow.]

It's uh... Well, it was kind of weird.

[He looked away.]

[the_tailor]

What do you mean, weird?

[He isn't going to pry, but he's sort of going to pry a little bit. Sorry Keith. This is very important intel to him.]

[tempredmental]

Well... it didn't work out, so...

[He shrugged.]

I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

[the_tailor]

Was she...or he... Just not the right fit then?

[C'mooooooon.]

yay more headcanon lol

[tempredmental]

[Keith frowned a bit.]

I guess.

I think I was just the conquest... like some goal or something. We broke up shortly after... you know.

[the_tailor]

That's...really shitty. I'm sorry.

[And he is, really. No one deserves to be treated like that.]

If it helps, I've been there. I've dated a few times before, two girls, one guy, and gotten dumped by them all. I think they just found me amusing or something for a while, then got bored.

[tempredmental]

I guess it was some sort of status symbol or something for people who weren't actually pilots to bag the top pilot in the class.

I kind of stopped seriously dating after that.

[He sighed.]

I guess she got what she wanted.

[He frowned.]

I mean, there were others, but yeah... that was the last serious relationship. I hadn't actually gone that far with anyone else, either, before that.

[the_tailor]

[Well, quiznak. There was still the chance that Keith was bisexual like him, but...

Quiznak. What did it matter? Lance's thoughts were getting ahead of him again, and he knows he needs to stop before he sets himself up for a fall.]

I'm sure you'll find the girl of your dreams one day.

[tempredmental]

Yeah. Sure.

What was it... oh, right. She'd be Mrs. Red Lion, right?

[He smiiiiirked. Guess who had bonded a bit with Hunk, too.]

[the_tailor]

Guess so.

[He manages a little smile.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith quirked an eyebrow.]

What?

[the_tailor]

Nothing! I'm just, you know, thinking that there must be a lot of poor guys out there who'll be disappointed in not being able to be in the running for a prestigious position like that.

[That's it. After this, he knows he has to just let the matter drop.]

[tempredmental]

I dunno... any of the guys I was with wouldn't have considered themselves a "mrs".

[He shrugged.]

[the_tailor]

W-well, you know. Mr. Red Lion, then!

[Internal victory dance. If his mood suddenly seems lifted a little bit, well...]

Unless that'd technically be you. Whatever, you get my point.

[tempredmental]

[Keith shrugged.]

Yeah... whatever.

[It wasn't really a big deal, he supposed.]

Do you ever think you'll find your "Mrs Blue Lion"?

[Because one guy in what was basically college sounded more like experimentation than anything solid, so he'll go with the direct quote he'd heard from Hunk.]

[the_tailor]

"Mrs Blue Lion" or "Mr Blue Lion", some day I hope. I mean, probability says there's gotta be at least one time I don't totally strike out with someone I like, y'know?

[tempredmental]

You might want to ask Pidge about those numbers. [Keith smirked a little.] But, yeah... it's probably bound to happen at some point.

well we all know Lance is bad at math

[the_tailor]

Thanks.

[He smiles, nudging Keith's shoulder again.]

Sorry, this went totally off the rails.

but he can figure out vargas and quintants!

[tempredmental]

[Keith shrugged.]

It worked, though. It was a distraction.

[He gave Lance a small smile.]

Though, I don't know whose turn it is anymore...

THIS TRU!

[the_tailor]

Honestly, neither do I.

[Yawn, and he gives a sheepish smile.]

I just practically interrogated you, so you can go now.

He can when he tries! LOL

[tempredmental]

Alright...

[Though, Lance's yawn was kind of contagious, and Keith ended up yawning as well before asking his question.]

How long have you and Hunk been friends?

MORE HEADCANON THAT MIGHT BE JOSSED IF THEY EVER GET INTO THE DEETS

[the_tailor]

Oh man...it must be like a decade or something. I came to the U.S. for a few years when I was younger to stay with extended family, kind of a tradition for us kids to get us into learning English and expose ourselves to different cultures. I met Hunk in elementary school and we became friends like, immediately. Even when I went back to Cuba, we still kept in touch every day, and both of us planned together to go to the Garrison.

[He can't help but smile fondly.]

Yay for ongoing canons!

[tempredmental]

He doesn't seem the Garrison type, either.

[Keith looked amused.]

I guess that just means there really isn't a type.

[Then again, if he really thought about it, he vaguely remembered Hunk being one of the engineers. That made sense, especially considering how sick he got while flying in the beginning. Keith was actually glad Hunk was getting better at controlling that.]

[the_tailor]

Guess not. I mean, look at us paladins. All Garrison students, or former ones, and we're all pretty wildly different.

[Another little yawn.]

Has your hair always been styled like that?