lance [Even before Keith opens his eyes in the morning, he knows something is horribly wrong. His bed is warmer than usual, like there's a few extra blankets wrapped around his legs and the small of his back. The grogginess clears immediately when the gentle rise and fall of a chest pressed against his own registers as breathing.
Lance's breathing to be even more specific.
Keith opens his eyes, staring at the sleeping paladin curled up in his arms. He's not surprised -- of course he isn't. He wanted Lance to be here, close and tight, because every synapse fired, every beat of his heart, every part of his soul had known exactly where he belonged. Who he belonged to.
For a long moment, Keith is simply too horrified to know what to do. The intensity of those feelings are gone and the void that they leave behind is damn near paralyzing. He swallows dryly, half wanting to fling Lance out of bed, half not wanting to move at all.]
shiro [It's a little later in the day when Keith finally works up any kind of nerve to be near Shiro. Admittedly, he'd been playing the avoidance game as much as possible when you're literally one wall apart, but after seeing Shiro's name on his wrist this morning, he didn't really want to risk making a fool out of himself around the guy. Or have things get weird between them too. When he accidentally spots Shiro going inside his room, Keith ducks back into his own, cursing under his breath.
Except nothing's really changed. Huh. It's at that point, he emerges from behind his door to go knock on Shiro's.]
Hey, Shiro?
[There'd been a different set of thoughts on his mind, but all of that goes to the wayside when the door opens and he spots the wilting floral arrangement.]
forward dated to the 21st
[Even before Keith opens his eyes in the morning, he knows something is horribly wrong. His bed is warmer than usual, like there's a few extra blankets wrapped around his legs and the small of his back. The grogginess clears immediately when the gentle rise and fall of a chest pressed against his own registers as breathing.
Lance's breathing to be even more specific.
Keith opens his eyes, staring at the sleeping paladin curled up in his arms. He's not surprised -- of course he isn't. He wanted Lance to be here, close and tight, because every synapse fired, every beat of his heart, every part of his soul had known exactly where he belonged. Who he belonged to.
For a long moment, Keith is simply too horrified to know what to do. The intensity of those feelings are gone and the void that they leave behind is damn near paralyzing. He swallows dryly, half wanting to fling Lance out of bed, half not wanting to move at all.]
shiro
[It's a little later in the day when Keith finally works up any kind of nerve to be near Shiro. Admittedly, he'd been playing the avoidance game as much as possible when you're literally one wall apart, but after seeing Shiro's name on his wrist this morning, he didn't really want to risk making a fool out of himself around the guy. Or have things get weird between them too. When he accidentally spots Shiro going inside his room, Keith ducks back into his own, cursing under his breath.
Except nothing's really changed. Huh. It's at that point, he emerges from behind his door to go knock on Shiro's.]
Hey, Shiro?
[There'd been a different set of thoughts on his mind, but all of that goes to the wayside when the door opens and he spots the wilting floral arrangement.]
Those from a secret admirer?