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Canon Updates Can Be Hard to Do

Who: Keith, OTA
Broadcast: None
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit
When: Starting Dec 16, through to the end of the month

Huntress

[After Lance left, Keith came out of his room to refamiliarize himself with the ship. It was a strange feeling. He knew it hadn't been as long as he thought it was, but he had so much new stuff crammed into his head. What felt like months, maybe a whole year, while he was only gone for maybe a week? It was a strange sensation.

Shipmates would first notice that he wasn't wearing the familiar white and red armor, but something darker... black with purple, and it had a hood he could pull up over his head. He still had the Paladin armor, as it had remained in his room during his disappearance, but he no longer felt right wearing it.

He visited the bridge (the pilot station), the lounge, and a few other places. He found the wrapped gift in the cargo bay.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it, but it was definitely his knife. He attached the sheath to the back of his belt in its usual place, intent on heading out with no word to anyone about it.]

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Iskaulit

[Keith spent most of his time on the Iskaulit in the gym, working with his new gift... a large dagger that had a glowing emblem on the hilt. He seemed frustrated by something about it as he worked with it.

Outside of the gym, he visited the lecture hall to check on the information stash, and he also stopped by The Melting Pot for some food. Eventually, he wound up at Team Voltron's Lion's Den, but he hovered at the door, uncertain about entering.]

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Planet

[Snowmobiles? Racing? Consider it done. Keith was using the speed and racing to clear his head. In some ways, it worked even better than physical training. The idea of letting everything go from his mind to focus on not crashing was a good way to get his head on straight, right? Plus, it was almost symbolic the way the wind from racing along blew away all his cares.

That didn't mean he wasn't up for a race or two. In fact, he relished the idea of doing it, taking on challenges that might seem a little crazy.]

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[Lance tends to drop by the Lion's Den every day, even if he doesn't have anything in particular to do there. Sometimes he just lazes about and reads books, or works on sprucing up the place some more, or even just naps. It feels good to have their own little space now, since they don't have the castle ship.

It's a good place to get lost in his thoughts, which can either be a good or a bad thing these days. (Sometimes it's feeling like it's getting to be more of the latter again.)

He's just readjusting some garland on a wall when he hears footsteps at the door. Lance turns to greet whoever it is, but the door remains closed.]

Whoever's there, don't just stand there all creepy like, just come in!

[Keith pushed open the door. It was Lance, after all, and they had decided as a group that invited guests were okay.]

Hey...

[That was right, Lance. Keith had waited for an invitation to come in...]

[He's going to throttle you if he finds out about that line of thinking, Keith. Throttle.

Lance smiles brightly at seeing who's entering the room, though.]

Hey, babe. You know the door doesn't bite.

[He could try...]

Yeah...

[Keith shrugged, trying to play it off. Lance had been pretty insistent already about the whole "you're still a Paladin, Keith" thing already. He was reluctant to bring it up again. He didn't want that hanging between them.]

What are you up to?

Fixing up the decorations. It's getting close to Christmas! I want everything to look juuuuust right.

[He reaches out his arms, making some grabby motions with his hands. Hug time, Keith!]

[Keith managed a small smile and stepped forward, accepting the hug. He rested his chin on Lance's shoulder, looping his arms around the other teen's waist.]

Yeah... Shiro's probably going to want to have a party or something. I'm guessing you want one, too, huh?

[He sounded a little amused, at least, and not grumpy about it.]

Maybe we should do it here. There's a lot of room, and we've already decorated.

[They were still working on the furniture, but they could probably hijack some spare tables from one of the restaurants or something.]

I was thinking that. I think we can definitely set up this place for a good party. It isn't Christmas without a Christmas party and gift exchanging and stuff after all.

[Lance hugs Keith close to him, feeling immediately better. Not that he was in a bad mood at the moment to begin with, but he feels better getting to hold him like this anyway. Lance has always been a little bit of the clingy type when it comes to physical affection.]

[Keith actually didn't mind the hugging. It was nice... comforting. So he went along with it easily enough. He was actually good with hand-holding, too. Though, after their little week 'vacation' from the Fleet, he seemed a bit hesitant to initiate it himself, even if he pretty much always reciprocated it when Lance reached out first.

He sighed into the hug, nodding a little.]

Yeah... it is a good place for it.

[He wasn't so sure about the 'not Christmas without a party' thing, but then, he hadn't really had a lot of Christmases as a kid, either. His parents had celebrated when he was really young, but, after his mom left, that sort of tapered off, and then completely stopped for a while once he was on his own. It wasn't until he met Shiro that he started celebrating any holidays again.]

[Eventually, hopefully Keith would get back into initiating it sometimes on his part. But Lance was perfectly fine with waiting. He knew his boyfriend was going through a lot, and he'd be patient with him. Besides, he felt lucky enough that he wasn't being pushed away.

He glances around, then up, and grins.]

Look what we're standing under again.

[Keith turned his head a little towards Lance, noticing him looking up.]

Hm?

[He looked up as well. Oh...

That felt so long ago, and, yet, it had only been a few weeks. So much had changed, and, yet... he was trying really hard not to think about that. What had changed, what he'd done... He lightly pressed his cheek against Lance's, pushing everything else out of his mind for the moment.]

Yeah... look at that.

[It was a nice reminder, actually. And he knew he needed something like that... something to get back to what they'd been before.]

How we started. Want to take a trip down memory lane?

[He needs this as well, the comfort and familiarity of it. And more so, the knowledge and confidence that he isn't going to be losing the boy in front of him anytime soon. Lance pulls his head back just enough to readjust and lean back in, pressing his lips against Keith's in a firm kiss.]

[Keith smiled a little at Lance's comment, closing his eyes, and then returned the kiss, his arms tightening their hold on him. Strange how something like this could feel so normal in the middle of all the chaos that their lives had become since the Kerberos crew had been kidnapped. Shiro, Matt, and Commander Holt all held captive by aliens... Keith getting himself kicked out the Garrision... Pidge hacking the system and then sneaking in under a false identity... Shiro crashing back on Earth... finding the Blue Lion... Voltron... the Fleet... getting new memories... all of it. It seemed so fantastical, and yet, here they were.

And they were kissing, as boyfriends, under improvised mistletoe made out of a piece of found garland less than a week before Christmas.

It was so normal that it almost hurt, but Keith liked it. It was a good hurt in all that had happened. It was a hurt he'd accept and relish over any other kind of hurt he could imagine.]

[Lance has since gotten past the odd feeling of the fact that it was his so-called rival he was kissing, Keith of all people-- But it just kind of made sense now, and he was surprised at himself at how long he'd spent in denial of it all. Because this just feels...well. Right. It isn't his first relationship, and Keith isn't the first person he's kissed, but it's never meant this much and felt like this.

They could ground themselves in each other here, and that's what he intends to do. He continues to kiss Keith, pulling him closer, his hand resting on his lower back. as he rubs small circles along it. He dares to go just a little further, fingers brushing underneath the hem of his black t-shirt, caressing that bit of skin there.]

[Keith paused at that, taking a quick breath as the light touch on his bare skin sent pleasant shocks up his spine. He opened his eyes, meeting Lance's gaze, and then felt the heat in his own face.]

You know...

[He shifted his eyes towards the door for a second, then back at Lance.]

It's not exactly locked.

[Though, he looked a little mischievous at the idea, and even bit his own lower lip with a glint in his eye.]

It's not. But... We could lock it.

[He gives a little grin. Because Keith doesn't seem to be too adverse to these kissing fun times, after all.]

We could...

[Keith creased brow a little at the idea, then leaned his forehead against Lance's as he licked his own lips.]

Want to?

Yeah. Definitely.

[Lance can't help but grin even more before reluctantly pulling away, going over to the door and locking it. Once that's done though, he's right back in front of Keith, drawing him in close again.]

Sooooo...

[Keith turned with him, but stayed put as Lance locked the door and returned. He let himself get pulled in close and put his arms back around Lance again.]

Sooooo...

[Keith looked down at Lance's mouth for a moment, and then leaned in, the kiss starting off soft and gentle, then deepening a bit as he brought one hand up to place it on the side of Lance's face.]

So--mm.

[Good kiss is good. He gives a content little sigh against Keith's lips as he matches it, his hand going back to where it was before, rubbing small circles against the bare skin of Keith's back.]

[Yup... same reaction. Those sparks flew up Keith's spine from Lance's fingers, and he had to pull in a breath again. His skin developed goosebumps from the sensation, and he swallowed hard before going back in for another kiss, holding the back of Lance's neck now, his other arm wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in tightly. The kiss was harder this time, more urgent, as Keith desperately wanted to lose himself in this moment and stop all the other thoughts that were dragging him thought that emotional mudhole.]

[He's more than happy to distract Keith from anything else bothering him--though, of course, he hopes it isn't just a distraction. That Keith genuinely wants to do this with him regardless of that. But he gives him the benefit of the doubt, not wanting to think about that in itself too much right now when he's got this beautiful boy in his arms and all his.

He murmurs to him in between kisses, even though he's only letting up for air.]

You...are so important...to me.

[That got Keith to pause. Part of him knew that he was diving into this as a way to forget and distract. Even if he did really want it, that wasn't one hundred percent the reason. He was desperately seeking something... belonging, normalcy, stability... and the last thing he wanted was to drag Lance into that. Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he had too much baggage now. He didn't know.]

Lance...

[His voice was a whisper as he suddenly held back, his head resting against Lance's. His arms and lower lip trembled.]

You're important to me, too...

[But now? Now he was scared. He was scared and confused and... lost. He hadn't felt this lost since he'd been booted from the Garrison after losing Shiro. And now, after failing as a leader, losing his place as a Paladin, and feeling like he'd let down the entire team, after almost sacrificing his life to save them... he suddenly didn't know who he was anymore.

And it hit him full force. His eyes teared up and he squeezed them shut, burying his face against Lance's neck and clinging to him in desperation.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I messed up everything. I couldn't even stop that quiznaking bomb on my own. It had to be Lotor. Fucking Lotor, of all the people in the whole stupid universe.

Keith...?

[He knows that he's been holding these sorts of feelings in, but he hadn't expected them to come out now. Still, Lance won't blame him, make-out session put on hold be damned. Because Keith is what matters here, and he wants nothing more than to make him feel better.

Lance begins to stroke through his hair, holding his form close.]

You didn't mess up. You did your best--you did more than you had to. You were ready to give your quiznaking life, and even if I hate more than anything that you felt you had to do that, I... It's not your fault that things got that desperate. We should have done better as Voltron. Me and the others... We shouldn't have let it get to that point. You can't put the blame on yourself. No one blames you.

[It terrifies him, thinking how close he was to losing Keith. Makes his blood run cold, and that first night when they returned to the fleet, he'd woken up several times during the night just to make sure Keith was still there with him.]

We failed you. I failed you when you needed me. And I'm not going to do it again.

[Keith shook his head sharply.]

You didn't. You didn't fail me.

[He picked his head up, rubbing his face roughly to push away the tears.]

You supported me... against everything else. Even my own judgement. Even without remembering this place. You gave me a chance. I was the one that screwed it up. That was all me.

But... it meant a lot... what you said. And listening. And trusting me. I was really bad at it, but... I still really appreciated you doing that. It meant a lot to me.

[He leans in, quite literally kissing the tears away from his face. Once he's satisfied, he reaches up to brush any dampness left over, letting his hand rest on his cheek.

Lance doesn't think he's very good at much, but helping others is something he can do. He might not be a leg anymore but he'll still support the rest of his team, family, friends as such. That's something he won't stop doing.]

I won't stop doing that. And I'll be there for you even more than I was before. I won't lose you again, okay? You're never going to feel alone again. I promise, I'm going to prove that to you every day until you're sick to death of me.

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