driftfleet | [video] [action]

Entry tags:

[video] [action]

Who: Lance and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blameless
When: Shortly post planet go boom

[Video]

[The vast majority of people here know Lance as constantly loud, boisterous, all smiles even in the face of bad news. Constantly flitting from person to person, acting as a sort of giant team cheerleader. But this Lance? He looks small and tired. If you squint, you can see a little tremble passing through his body. He can't even muster up one of his trademark smiles right now.]

So that's it, huh? That's...it. That's all we could do.

[Action - Blameless]

[Lance knows he can't just lay here in his room and mope. People need him, he could still help. It's his role to comfort people and to keep their spirits up. He should be doing that, and helping with first aid anyone who got injured. He should, but he can't move from his bed right now. All the fear of this situation is finally settling in--no, it's more like a truck hitting him at full speed.

He's spent all this time helping everyone he can, distracting them, in a way distracting himself, and it's only now after it's all over that he realizes how terrified he's been all along. And especially now, with the dead remains of a planet floating right outside his window... And Looma...

You're useless without your lion and Voltron. Part of him knows that it isn't true; he'd helped some others through the month and he evacuated as many people as he can, but his fear is leaving him hyperfocused on those he couldn't save.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It happens in small families, too.

[That came out weird... and Keith looked away, almost regretting that he said it at all.]

[Keith doesn't need to elaborate. Lance can easily see the underlying meaning of that. He puts down his tea, and silently wraps an arm around the other paladin's shoulders, slowly so as to give him an out if he needs it.]

[Keith didn't lean into it, but he didn't pull away, either. Instead, he sniffed sharply and rubbed a hand over his face, forcing himself to calm down.]

Sorry.

[This wasn't supposed to be about him. He had come over here because Lance had asked him to.]

What're you apologizing for, dummy? I'm not exactly at my strongest now, and you don't need to be either. I'm not going to tease you for having feelings.

[He gives him a squeeze.]

I guess. I'm just not being very good at being comforting, I'd think.

[Keith wasn't all bluster and confidence about everything. He knew his own shortcomings.]

You're fine. You're here, aren't you? You don't have to do anything special. Just you being here helps, especially when I know you'd definitely rather have just passed out on your bed after all this.

[Keith rubbed the back of his neck.]

I just don't know if I'd actually be able to sleep after all this.

Well, then you can hang out here until you're tired enough to sleep. If you want.

[He gives a little half shrug.]

And give Shiro the chance to find us asleep like what happened in my room?

I'd never live it down.

[He smirked a little.]

Aw, I'm sure he won't tease us too much if we give him sad enough faces over it.

[He gives his shoulders another squeeze.]

I'm not sure I really want to test that, though. He takes pictures.

[Though Keith looked a little amused.]

You have proof of his tendencies to record 'moments' right there up on your wall.

[Lance can't help but look sheepish. It's still a little embarrassing for Keith to see that he's stuck that picture on his wall.]

C'mon. If I remember last time, you actually ended up sleeping pretty well. Sure, our backs were sore as heck afterwards from sitting against the wall, but...

All the more reason to avoid it here on this ship. We won't know if he does it until he texts us both a copy.

[Keith sighed a little.]

But, yeah... it did help a lot. Except for the weird position...

You know, I could just lock the door.

[Long pause.]

And we could just lay down.

[It seemed so logical, and yet... so much more than that... and Keith stared at Lance for a second, almost like he froze up.]

Uh... I guess?

Don't ever tell me I don't come up with great ideas!

[He gives him a grin, getting up and walking the few feet to his door to securely lock it. The last thing he needs is Shiro to take another picture and make Keith feel uncomfortable.]

Boots off, though. I'm not having those dirty things in my bed.

[Lance kicks off his own sneakers while he's at it.]

Well, some of your ideas do need work.

[Using Voltron to play soccer probably wasn't going to be happening soon, Lance... no more off-balance power kicks from Blue.

He quirked an eyebrow.]

I wouldn't have left them on.

[He took his off as well.]

[Excuse him. He's gotten a lot better at piloting and maneuvering Blue since then. He can totally do on-balance power kicks now, and you're going to be impressed one day when he does.]

I dunno, man, you seem the type to just pass out on your bed in full clothing, boots and everything.

[He gives him a friendly shove as he walks back to the bed, climbing back onto it.]

[Keith narrowed his eyes a little.]

Not as much anymore...

[Haha... Ha...]

I knew it! Iiiiiiii knew it.

[He laughs, pushing him down as he lays down.]

[Good thing he had put his tea down to take off his boots.

Keith yelped a little as Lance pushed him down, then shoved him back a little to make enough room for the two of them.]

We'll domesticate you yet, you wildcat.

[Lance grins as he settles himself down on the bed, not exactly pressed against him or anything but not very far, either. He's still rather surprised Keith took him up on this offer, but takes it as a good sign.]

Hmph.

[Keith just rolled his eyes a little before he yawned, stretching a bit before rolling on to his side to get comfortable.]

We'll see... just go to sleep.

Yeah, yeah... G'night, Keith.

[He yawns as he shifts a little, getting comfortable himself. It feels strange to be sharing a bed with Keith for the second time in a month, and this time, it isn't just because they fell asleep in the middle of conversation. But it's a good kind of strange.

Lance tries not to dwell on it too much lest his dreams continue his line of thinking. With another warm body next to him, though, the comfort helps him drift off pretty quickly.

By the morning, he's shifted around just a little in his sleep. Just enough to cuddle up to the warmth, pressed up against Keith's back, an arm slung around him. Something he definitely wouldn't have had the nerve to do while awake.]

[Keith didn't really notice Lance at first, but he still woke with a very slight start. Despite the presence of someone else, his lingering dreams hadn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows. Not that they ever really were, honestly, but he tried not to think about it too much. Still, his outward reaction had been pretty much nil, so it was likely Lance slept through it. Keith was glad he hadn't...

Wait...

It finally sunk in that the warm body next to him wasn't just next to him anymore, but rather pressed up against his back. He slowly lifted his arm and peered down towards his waist. Yup... that was an arm. Lance's arm.

Keith's first thought was to wake him up and make him move. Seriously. This was just a thing, there was nothing to it. Why was Lance suddenly cuddling him like that? But, the whole reason Keith was there in the first place came back to him. Lance had been pretty upset and shaken by what happened. Not that Keith hadn't been, but Lance had just been more open about it. And the whole point of him coming over like this had been to get Lance to calm down.

Apparently, it had worked... even if it meant having the Blue Paladin pressed up against his back, fast asleep.

Keith sighed. Suddenly, the idea of waking Lance up and making him roll over seemed almost mean. Maybe... maybe he could just... shift a little... and Lance wouldn't notice... and he could just... move... slightly...]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject