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ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴍʜᴏʟᴇ! ([personal profile] spazzed) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2019-02-10 05:49 pm

like a wildfire;

Who: keith, shiro, lance, allura
What: catch-all for shenanigans during february
Where: casa voltron, possibly other places, who even knows
When: all month
Warnings: nothing just yet but will be updated as needed!
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Oh god, he's awake. Horrified by the prospect of having been caught staring, Keith forcibly averts his eyes and looks down at the floor.]

...morning.

[Smooth. They're both so smooth this morning. Keith chances a quick glance back up, only to accidentally lock eyes. His heart skips a beat, and Keith bites the inside of his lip. Focus, damn it. Lance was scribbling on him while he was asleep; he can't get sidetracked by this inexplicable fluttering going on in his chest. Swallowing hard, Keith takes a deep calming breath, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to flatten the bed head a little.]

You.... uh .. get a little possessive last night?

[Why the heck is he so okay with this if that's the case.....]
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-15 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Whatever train of thought Keith had going on, it comes to an abrupt stop. No more than usual....? What kind of answer is that anyway? Is the implication that Lance is a little possessive usually supposed to be there or is it just what he wants to hear? He doesn't even get the chance to dwell on this question for long as Lance barrels on with another statement that leaves his mind racing with daydreams he's only halfway successfully managing to put aside.]

Huh? [Blurted. Genuinely confused, but then something catches up a second later and he starts out stammering.] ..I..N-no? I mean I thought about whether you were actually okay sleeping on the couch. [A beat.] ...Because of the whole eye thing.

[And also because he cares, but that is utterly besides the point.

Why is Lance turning the question around on him now..? Feeling heat rising to his cheeks, Keith immediately drops eye contact, suddenly very interested in Lance rubbing at his wrist. Like there's something on it? Time to focus entirely on that, y/y?

Keith makes his way over to the couch, taking a seat next to Lance. This is all just to see what's going on with the guy's wrist -- nothing else. Nothing else at all is being gained from sitting next to Lance.
]

Lemme see your arm?
Edited 2019-02-15 02:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-15 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Lance holds out his forearm and for a moment it's like the abyss is staring right back at him. So they both just... woke up with each other's names on their bodies? His expression softens a little, the beginnings of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips before he's thought to repress it. This isn't right, this is weird, something is going on.

But his name just looks so good on Lance's beautiful skin.

He glances up reflexively at the question, blush intensifying as they lock eyes again.
]

...oh. [God why is he acting like this. Lance asked to see his arm. There's no reason to act like he was just asked to strip naked, damn it. Keith repeats this to himself as he nods and rolls up his sleeve.] Sure thing, Lance.

[Heart thudding irrationally in his chest, Keith tries to get a grip again.]

Looks like we match.[Help, that is completely and utterly besides the point. Back to the bigger picture.] I mean -- if you didn't do it and I didn't do it, then....
Edited 2019-02-15 04:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-16 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Their arms look nice together side by side with those names showing for the world to see. It's the physical manifestation of every little feeling his mind insists on having. We belong together. We're a part of each other. Stomach forming a knot, Keith holds his breath, keeping unnaturally still like maybe if he doesn't move, Lance won't notice anything.....

But then again, if he did notice, would that be so bad? Fingers brush over his wrist and--
]

Ohh...

[The soft, surprised noise escapes his lips at the gentle touch, drawn out a little at the end in a way that betrays just how pleased he is about this development. Why is he so pleased? Why is his skin tingling where they're connected?

...And why is he marveling at all these observations instead of moving as far away from Lance as possible?

Does it matter? Part of Keith is adamant that it absolutely does matter if things are going around, scribbling on their sleeping bodies because that's invasive on multiple levels, but that same part of him's heavily drowned out by some other realization.
]

...you're right, it doesn't matter. We can deal with it together.

[...right? Keith looks at Lance with a hopeful kind of smile. He can't be the only one who feels like as long as they're together, everything else will work itself out.]
Edited 2019-02-16 03:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-17 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Lance takes his hand and Keith's smile colors into something more than just hopefulness. Adoration. Their palms align so perfectly together, and in some nostalgic rush he can't help thinking back to that moment he first held Lance's hand while he was injured during Sendak's assault on the castleship. That was years ago now, but it's fresh in his mind from their recent conversation about the bonding moment that wasn't actually forgotten.

His heart had done so many weird things then, too -- skip beats, flutter, stop, race. Interlacing their fingers as the other paladin told him they made a good team had come so naturally, as had gently supporting him with his other hand. I'd have done that for anyone -- was what Keith had said about it a few weeks ago, but god knows it's a half truth at best. He thought he'd gotten over ... whatever the hell that was. Correction: he had gotten over it. Pushed it as far away from him as possible when it became obvious Lance only had eyes for pretty girls; Keith's no masochist.

But everything about this makes him wonder if he'd been wrong. Being next to Lance, holding hands and feeling a smile on the back of his hand... all of it's just making him ache to get even closer. Because that's how we should've been all along.
]

Together sounds perfect, Lance....

[Said so softly, barely louder than a whisper because it's only for Lance's ears. Keith reaches up to gently trace over his jaw, touch affectionate as stops to hook his thumb under his chin to keep Lance from ducking his head. Keith moves a pinch closer, smile still soft and warm. It's too early in the morning and neither of them have washed their faces or even combed their hair, but that doesn't matter. It feels more intimate to be able to look at Lance up close when he hasn't yet gone through the motions of making himself presentable for everyone else.]
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-17 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It's too early for his heart to be beating this fast. Lance has the most unfair, magnetic pull on him and Keith can't help laughing, half nervous half thrilled, by that meandering kiss. Color dusts his cheeks at the tenderness, skin tingling where Lance murmurs.]

That time with the dragon was just a lucky shot, huh.

[Just a bit of light teasing -- something, anything to take the edge off of the anticipatory tension. ]

Or do you need all your targets to be that massive, dragonslayer?

[And despite the nature of these little prods, that last word is said with affection. Keith turns his face a little, enough to bring the corners of their lips together.]

Helpful enough?
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-18 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The quip back almost has Keith laughing again, but the kiss is more than effective at turning it into a hitched breath as the noise catches in his throat. This was an inevitability; the way things between them were going they were bound to end up like this and yet... it still manages to exceed all expectations of what he thought kissing the other paladin might be like. Hesitant and gentle -- Lance feels so warm on his lips, and his face feels warm to match.]

Lance....

[The name's whispered against his lips before Keith leans in to return the kiss, soft and lingering there for a long moment. When he draws back, they're not even an inch apart, just enough to meet Lance's eyes. He doesn't know how they're both still managing to sit on the couch when it feels like someone's turned on a zero-G simulation.]

I never wanna kiss anyone else again.
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-02-20 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
[A shiver travels all the way down his spine at the playful bite, and his eyes flutter closed again unthinkingly as he presses forward to steal another kiss. No more words because there's just no need for them anymore. For what feels like the first time in a long time, or maybe even just the first time ever, he and Lance know exactly what they want from each other. No mysteries, no miscommunication -- nothing. They''re connected in ways that transcend Keith's ability to put to words and as strange as that is for him, he's never felt so goddamn content. With Lance, with himself, with just how simple and pure being close can really be.

Hand shifting down to rest on Lance's chest, his fingers close around his shirt, holding him close as he swipes his tongue over Lance's lower lip, then nips back in kind. There are so many reasons why this is objectiely a bad idea that it's almost laughable. They're sitting on the couch outside where anyone can just walk in on them kissing. In fact, they will walk out and see, if Shiro's up at dawn, too, but damn does Keith not care right now.

Kissing Lance, showing him that he's wanted every bit as much as Keith himself feels wanted is just about the only thing that matters. Eyes bright, Keith pulls back only to kiss Lance's neck. And then... feeling that's not enough, Keith leaves a trail of playful bites down Lance's neck, murmuring softly between nips.
]

How have we never kissed before...?
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[personal profile] marmoron 2019-04-06 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Keith laughs softly, is lips still pressed into the crook of the other boy's neck.]

Sounds good to me.

[And god -- he means it with every fiber of his soul. There isn't a single part of him that doesn't just want to melt into Lance's warmth and just share everything with him. There isn't a single thing in the world that could be more perfect than simply holding Lance close. Tilting his head up a little, he leaves a kiss on the underside of Lance's jaw before forcing himself to put more space between them just so he can take Lance in again with fresh eyes. Seing the way Lance's hair is mussed up from sleeping on the couch gets Keith to laugh again.]

Lance, your hair.

[He reaches out patting down a mop of soft curls, filled with so much fondness that his heart feels like it might burst. Another moment and some self awareness on just how ridiculous his own probable bed head kicks in.]

...I was going to wash up. You distracted me.