sand in his teeth, keith's arms wrapped around his abdomen, the way his heartbeat had notched up long before the speed dial ticked past fifty, sixty, seventy for the first time in what had felt like too long. liberating. there's the thrill of it, the fondness making its way into his smile as he'd fit the helmet over keith's head, and his hair had mussed out of its shape.
looks like you won. and he laughs, helplessly nostalgic. ]
That's a lot of big talk for someone who's got a long way to grow.
he blinks in turn, snorting quick through his nostrils. he's laying a hand over keith's sleep-mussed hair and leaning down to tap their foreheads together, to test their heights. ]
Ah, looks like we've got at least three inches left.
[ there's a breath, a sigh for all of their lost time. it's going to be a year of it -- because he knows this can't possibly last, whatever this is, and keith's going to turn over on his cot to an empty room.
and then what? ]
. . . hey, Keith.
eat dick, motherfucker. in fact, eat exactly 1.75 testicles.
but he's smiling, wry as ever and tired already. they're going to wake up only to forget everything again, and frankly, he's exhausted with being exhausted. ]
[ it makes him laugh, soft and quiet into the blue, static-ridden space still left between them.
the springs creak. the desert breeze slips into the crack beneath the door until all they can smell is the sand, not the cosmic dust clinging to his shadowy frame, not a canyon's stillness lingering along keith's limbs after a day of excavation. ]
[ it's a deep hush, all shadows and dust and pearling light -- it feels as if they're caught on the cusp of something, a moment that might startle and fly if he so much as talks too loud. so he doesn't move; his voice runs low --
and yet there's still a little judgment involved. ]
[ 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. ]
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sand in his teeth, keith's arms wrapped around his abdomen, the way his heartbeat had notched up long before the speed dial ticked past fifty, sixty, seventy for the first time in what had felt like too long. liberating. there's the thrill of it, the fondness making its way into his smile as he'd fit the helmet over keith's head, and his hair had mussed out of its shape.
looks like you won. and he laughs, helplessly nostalgic. ]
That's a lot of big talk for someone who's got a long way to grow.
wow???
You don't look that big to me.
what
he blinks in turn, snorting quick through his nostrils. he's laying a hand over keith's sleep-mussed hair and leaning down to tap their foreheads together, to test their heights. ]
Ah, looks like we've got at least three inches left.
WHAT!!!
Shiro, if you think three inches is big, then I've -- got some pretty bad news for you.
i don't know why you're being all rowdy, they're just staring into each other's eyes
[ there's a breath, a sigh for all of their lost time. it's going to be a year of it -- because he knows this can't possibly last, whatever this is, and keith's going to turn over on his cot to an empty room.
and then what? ]
. . . hey, Keith.
eat dick, motherfucker. in fact, eat exactly 1.75 testicles.
Don't go.
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but he's smiling, wry as ever and tired already. they're going to wake up only to forget everything again, and frankly, he's exhausted with being exhausted. ]
You already know I come back.
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[ there's rust on the words still, crackling heavy; but if he's sure of anything, if there's any doubt worth working through, it must be this. ]
. . . but it's been a long time since we've done this -- and I get the feeling we're about to be pretty busy for a while.
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the springs creak. the desert breeze slips into the crack beneath the door until all they can smell is the sand, not the cosmic dust clinging to his shadowy frame, not a canyon's stillness lingering along keith's limbs after a day of excavation. ]
Don't you need to sleep?
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and yet there's still a little judgment involved. ]
Not any more than you do.
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[ it rings in a low note, murmur-soft. ]
Let's do it, then.
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I'm not about to kick you out of your own bed, Keith.
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I already called dibs on the floor.
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I don't see your name on it anywhere.
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[ logic'd, motherfucker. ]
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Huh, this is some way to treat a guest. Are you always this inhospitable?
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Guess you're the only one who's dumb enough to keep coming back.
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well, he can't really help it. he reaches out to ruffle keith's hair. ]
Please. I'm just here to take up space on your floor.
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[ cross and light on the same breath as he ducks his head a little. ]
Come on, give me a break.
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his breathy laugh, a light mood, and his palm curling warm against keith's cheek. ]
I'll always find my way back, alright?
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. . . 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.
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