driftfleet | Deep Dreams Are Made of These

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.]

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?

[Keith sighed.]

Like what?

[He gave Lance a look. There was nothing wrong with his hair. It was just a little overgrown and unkempt. He'd never been overly particular about it.]

Like you just rolled out of bed and didn't bother to use a hairbrush.

[Mullet. He didn't have to say it.]

[Keith narrowed his eyes.]

My hair is fine.

Hey, where did I just say it was bad?

[He reaches up, giving it a bit of a ruffle.]

[Keith huffed, and reached up to push Lance's hand away. Though, he oddly wasn't rough about it. He just... did it. He leaned back against the wall.]

Whatever.

[He sighed a little, staring off at nothing for a moment before closing his eyes.]

I just... never really worried about it. I don't really know specifically when I started keeping it like this. I just did.

If you actually took better care of it, I bet it'd look pretty darn good. Of course, it wouldn't make you as swoon-worthy as me, but we can't all be that lucky.

[He gives him a wink.]

I keep it clean. That's enough.

[He rolled his eyes a little, and then yawned again.]

Why is it such a big deal to you, anyway?

Because you know how I am with beauty and grooming and all that stuff. I can't help myself from immediately thinking of beauty tips to give people to look their best.

[He pauses, yawning as well. It's contagious.]

And maybe your hair isn't as dumb as I like to say sometimes.

[Keith sighed a little at the first statement, and then... his eyebrows went up.]

Really?

[Color him dubious...]

...yeah. Look, don't expect compliments all time time, though.

[Small huff.]

Okay.

[That honestly wasn't hard. Keith rarely expected them from Lance at all. It always surprised him when Lance said something complimentary towards him, considering how strongly Lance had carried that rivalry thing.]

Well... thanks...

You know... for coming over.

[Had they hit twenty questions? Keith wasn't sure, and frankly, it didn't really matter. He was starting to feel really sleepy now, and could really use a nap. He just hoped that he had managed to distance himself enough from the dream or vision or whatever that was to not see it again if he dozed off.]

That's what friends are for, dummy.

[To be honest, he's getting sleepy too. It's... What time is it? He has no idea. He'd rushed over to the Huntress so quickly, Lance hadn't bothered to check the time.]

[Keith pushed his eyebrows up a little in surprise, and then managed a small smile.]

Yeah. They are.

[He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes again.]

I have no idea whose turn it is again.

Pretty sure it was yours...

[His voice is a little sleepy, and he leans against Keith, eyes closed as well.]

Mm.

[Keith startled a little as he felt the sudden weight against his shoulder. He blinked and glanced over, hesitated for a second, and then sighed, letting Lance stay there. He closed his eyes again.]

Okay...

What's your favorite thing about space?

Hmmm... I guess how big it is. There's always a new place to explore. A new place to save. New people to meet. It's hard to feel as trapped as you might on Earth.

Mm...

[Feeling trapped... Keith sort of understood that feeling.]

Yeah. I can see that.

[He's starting to drift off, to be honest, but still murmuring.]

What's your favorite thing about it?

[Keith sighed a little, also starting to sound full-on sleepy.]

Kinda the same thing, I guess. There's something about being out here that just makes everything else seem small in comparison. Like... [yawn] ...nothing else matters for a while...

[He leaned against Lance in return now, not even really thinking about the fact that he was doing it.]

Yeah...definitely. Hard to hyperfocus when you're...seeing the big picture.

[Keith is warm, and not particularly uncomfortable, even if they're still sitting. It isn't long before Lance's breathing evens out, and he's completely conked out.

He'll deal with a sore back and neck in the morning.]

[Keith had dozed off, too, oddly okay with this arrangement.]

Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open

Yay for ongoing canons!

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