Keith

Yeah. It's easier to go with it then it is to question me

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Scars

Probs gonna be bad. Just another Keith PoV ficlit where he doesn't interact with anyone. I forgot to post yesterday at all so. Sorry.... but hey. Oh well. Not Self Harm!!!! __________________________________________ Keith looked around at his fellow Palidans before leaving the room. He wanted to lay down. So that's what he did. Walked to his room to lay down and sleep. Sleep, however, wasn't his friend. He had seen Lance earlier and the boy was covered in scars. They all were. But Lance stuck with him. They looked so wrong on him. He was gorgeous still but it made him realize how many times Lance had been hurt. Some in front of Keith. And he couldn't do anything. Visions flashed through his mind of Lance. Not pretty ones. The kind that made him want to die. The kind where Lance did die, and Keith was powerless. The blue palidan always played it off like dying wasn't a big deal. Like it would be fine. Did he not know how much he mattered? Thoughts like this were why he had been up for days. The thought of losing Lance. The others close behind.

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For a friend. 💖💖💖💖💖

Keith sat in the castle's equivalent of a living room on the couch like thing. He didn't know why they were all in there or what the others were actually doing but he didn't care. He watched Lance as he participated in what looked to be homemade twister. He didn't mean to stare, and yet, that is exactly what he did. He couldn't help it Lance was a gift from whatever higher power there was. Even if he hated Keith, he couldn't get the thoughts out of his head. What kind of lover would Lance be? Would he be sweet and caring like is is in every other aspect of life? Would he let Keith be there for him? Would he be there for Keith? He hated that he had upset him when they met. He forced all the time from the Garrison out of his memory. But Lance. He would have loved to remember. He didn't want sex. No. He wanted someone to care for. Who would let him care for them. Lance was beautiful. His heart outshined everyones. Even when he was angry with Keith he would put that aside if Keith was upset. It made him feel loved, important, worth it. Lance wasn't his. No. He could never have him, could he? But he wanted him. Wanted what he offered. Keith did his best to try and at least befriend Blue's pilot, but his competitive nature always got the better of him. Was he competitive, or did he want to show off for Lance? He watched them bitterly. He wanted to hold the blue palidan. Wanted to let him know Keith cared. Give him that comfort he gives Keith. He wanted to let Lance know he was needed. He was loved. He could see the sadness in his blue companion's eyes. He knew because it was like his own. He saw eyes like that in the mirror and he wanted to give Lance his light back. He deserves it. __________________________________________ I hope this is what you wanted.

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Fate vs. Free will

Major Character Death. You have been warned. Also this is going to be really bad. So. Stupid little ficlit based on how I viewed the category. __________________________________________ Keith knew he would die in space from the moment they found Blue. What he didn't know was how and when. There was no getting around it. His suit was failing, Red was out of commission at the moment, the others hadn't noticed he wasn't with them. That he was floating in space. He thought for a while. Yeah. I guess I had a good life. Was a thought playing in his head. He thought of the things he had done. What he wanted to do. Not giving in because someone told him too. He made his mark. He lived the way he wanted to. Another thought plauged him. Lance. He wasn't going to be happy when they found Keith. No. He was going to yell. He promised Lance that he would be careful. Thinking of his smile. His eyes when he was happy, they were like an ocean. If he looked to long he would drown. He smiled as thought. He would miss late night kisses and shared secrets. He would miss holding lance when he was sad. And vice versa. He would miss loving Lance. The com in his helmet finally working enough for him to hear them talk. He started to speak.. all he got out was a very weak "good" before the helmet opened and took his air away. Not able to hear the team call out his name. Not able to call out for help. Not able to breath. And that's how he died. Alone in space. __________________________________________ Yeah. It's bad.