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[ no, not really -- and if he carries any snapshot flash out of this daze, let it be this: shiro's fingers in ghostly lines, his summer-real warmth. the way he leans into the touch like he's been starving, like he still doesn't know any better. ]
. . . I'm not waiting, next time.
[ that it isn't the uncertainty that gets to him, the odds of loss, but the distance: planets and cosmic dust littering the endless stretch between them. ]
If you don't come back, I'm coming to find you.
. . . I'm not waiting, next time.
[ that it isn't the uncertainty that gets to him, the odds of loss, but the distance: planets and cosmic dust littering the endless stretch between them. ]
If you don't come back, I'm coming to find you.
[ for a moment, he thinks about what it'd be like to wake up. in an ideal world, it'd be to see that they're both together, and they'd -- what? be back at the garrison? not saving the universe? they'd be on the roof just past sundown, and keith would take his hand to stand up.
it feels like a waste to sleep, to let a reunion end on such a note, with keith staring at him, eyes dark with the vastness of space in the hazy blue shadows of the cabin. ]
. . . I'll take that as a threat, then.
[ but he smiles because he believes it, feeling his heartbeat pick up with adrenaline, with something like a police chase down a narrow alleyway.
and that's enough to press his fingers along the nape of keith's neck, reeling him in for a much awaited hug. ]
You drive a hard bargain.
it feels like a waste to sleep, to let a reunion end on such a note, with keith staring at him, eyes dark with the vastness of space in the hazy blue shadows of the cabin. ]
. . . I'll take that as a threat, then.
[ but he smiles because he believes it, feeling his heartbeat pick up with adrenaline, with something like a police chase down a narrow alleyway.
and that's enough to press his fingers along the nape of keith's neck, reeling him in for a much awaited hug. ]
You drive a hard bargain.
Not -- really.
[ but he's mumbling it after a heartbeat, two, his mouth smudging off of shiro's shoulder, helplessly curled. i'm not waiting -- but he's a liar already: it feels as if he's been waiting for this. ]
Hard would be getting you to stay off the floor.
[ but he's mumbling it after a heartbeat, two, his mouth smudging off of shiro's shoulder, helplessly curled. i'm not waiting -- but he's a liar already: it feels as if he's been waiting for this. ]
Hard would be getting you to stay off the floor.
[ well, it's pretty hard to pull back when he can feel the warmth of keith's smile, even through his clothes.
it's an easy position to keep -- to lean against the wall, and take keith along with him, wrapping the flimsy cotton blanket around them both. ]
Well, the company I get up here's pretty good incentive.
it's an easy position to keep -- to lean against the wall, and take keith along with him, wrapping the flimsy cotton blanket around them both. ]
Well, the company I get up here's pretty good incentive.
. . . right. You don't have to be considerate to sleep, Shiro.
[ but it's softer-said, the kind of voice to be lost under nostalgia and a long night, and his fingers clinging, just a little, to the folds of his shirt collar. ]
You just have to close your eyes.
[ but it's softer-said, the kind of voice to be lost under nostalgia and a long night, and his fingers clinging, just a little, to the folds of his shirt collar. ]
You just have to close your eyes.
[ you've always been quicker.
he's broader maybe, taller and made of more muscle than you are, but you can outrun him. you've daydreamed of all the different ways to take him down. it's not really a question of how, because he's told you. he's taught you before, and maybe there's both pride and regret in his smile the first time you actually land a blow.
but that's a memory that's neither here nor there.
it's not a move that he expects in any case. it's getting harder to breathe with keith's thighs closing hard around his rib cage, but he manages, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his every inhale-exhale, with his struggling, helpless laughter. he's giddy. his heartbeat's going a mile a minute, adrenaline flushing hot in his bloodstream, and maybe he feels a little guilty that he even thought about pulling his punches, about tipping his weight to the side just as keith surged against him.
but he's on his back -- fair and square. ]
You got me.
[ it's naturally winded, but no less proud. or immensely pleased. ]
Who taught you that one?
he's broader maybe, taller and made of more muscle than you are, but you can outrun him. you've daydreamed of all the different ways to take him down. it's not really a question of how, because he's told you. he's taught you before, and maybe there's both pride and regret in his smile the first time you actually land a blow.
but that's a memory that's neither here nor there.
it's not a move that he expects in any case. it's getting harder to breathe with keith's thighs closing hard around his rib cage, but he manages, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his every inhale-exhale, with his struggling, helpless laughter. he's giddy. his heartbeat's going a mile a minute, adrenaline flushing hot in his bloodstream, and maybe he feels a little guilty that he even thought about pulling his punches, about tipping his weight to the side just as keith surged against him.
but he's on his back -- fair and square. ]
You got me.
[ it's naturally winded, but no less proud. or immensely pleased. ]
Who taught you that one?
[ it's quiet. but then, they don't need any noise between them to stay comfortable.
maybe this is enough -- the shared space between them, and the conscious thought that they can reach out and find each other on the other end of their fingertips. ]
You first.
maybe this is enough -- the shared space between them, and the conscious thought that they can reach out and find each other on the other end of their fingertips. ]
You first.
No one.
[ the moment settles, but his lungs haven't caught up to it; he gulps for air, grinds the heel of a hand against the dust -- and leans over shiro just a little. you have to take your advantages where you can. ]
Just saw a chance, I guess. [ and then, on another wry breath - ] You left that one open for me.
[ the moment settles, but his lungs haven't caught up to it; he gulps for air, grinds the heel of a hand against the dust -- and leans over shiro just a little. you have to take your advantages where you can. ]
Just saw a chance, I guess. [ and then, on another wry breath - ] You left that one open for me.
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