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@redbladepaladin
"It doesn't matter where I come from...
...I know who I am."
ā independent series canon Keith Kogane ā 15 years+ rp experience, mun 25+ ā multifandom, multiverse ā discord for mutuals
MOBILE LINKS: Rules & About Info
Mains & Affiliates: Lance || @bluesniperpaladin, Shiro || @blackpunchpaladin, Hunk || @hxnkoflxve, Pidge || @greenchaospaladin, and Lotor || @quintessenceprince.
Keith Kogane has appeared! What to do?
"What the fuck kind of choices are these?!" Keith exclaimed loudly. "'Violate'? 'Kill'?!"
Keith huffed as he was glanced down at the large bruise that was forming across his right side. Any attempt to twist his body made him wince. "I wasn't trying to be reckless," he grumbled. "I was trying to be fast." He gave a pointed look at the person across from him. "There's a difference."
Anonymous asked: "Have you listened to Soda Pop by the Saja Boys?"
Honestly, Keith wished he could say "no" to this question, but he couldn't. He'd seen the movie because Lance made him watch it. He told Keith that he'd relate well to Rumi, and his boyfriend was right.
"...maaaybe..." he drawled out slowly, glancing off to the side.
@bluesniperpaladin said:
"I still say it's unfair how quiznacking pretty you are." Is he pouting? Maybe a little.
Annnnd cue an immediate blush across Keith's face.
"Lance!" He shook his head. "You can't just say something like that out of nowhere! My heart's not built for surprise attacks like that."
Anonymous asked: "what was the time you felt the most pain? was it from an actual attack or from someoneās words?" "why do YOU think people ādonāt like youā? maybe u could improve on it?"
"Honestly, I have a pretty high pain threshold, so it's hard to tell you when I've felt the most physical pain," Keith replied with a shrug. "I guess, the initiation into the Blade of Marmora hurt like a bitch."
His eyes suddenly darkened. "Though, my fight against Shiro's clone was probably the worst emotionally. Having someone who had Shiro's voice and face trying to kill me was like living through my worst nightmare..." He let out a slow breath. "Hearing him say that he should have 'abandoned me' was pretty damn awful."
The second question just made Keith huff. "How the hell would I know why people don't like me? I don't care enough to ask."
"My best guess would be because I come off as a blunt asshole to people who don't know me that well."
He snorted. "I mean the only way to improve that is to maybe allow myself to be more trusting of other people, but it's hard to do that during a war filled with spies."
Anonymous said: "Out of all the characters, you're my most favorite ā¤ļø"
"Uhh, thanks...?" Keith never knew how to deal with compliments.
Then, something abruptly clicked.
"Wait... what do you mean by 'character'?" he demanded. "Do you think I'm some actor in a sitcom or something?"
Lance couldn't resist the snort at that -- Keith could be a dumbass sometimes, but that only made him more endearing. "See? You're a space ninja! Which is really cool, actually."
Keith's expression might have turned the tiniest bit proud. "...Yeah, you're right! It is pretty cool!"
"Because you are a space ninja? Think about it. You sneak around, steal things, stab people -- like a ninja -- and you do it in space! So, space ninja."
"Yeah, but isn't that offensive to actual ninja?" Keith asked with a snort. "I thought it was some ancient Japanese art with highly trained assassins, and only a chosen few get selected for it and---"
Keith's brain seemed to abruptly short-circuit as the comparison finally clicked.
"Ohhhhhhh.... I think I get it now."
Anonymous said: "You're my favorite space ninja!"
"Why the hell do people keep calling me a 'space ninja'?"
"GET A ROOM DAMNIT!!!"
"......."
Pidge's outburst earned them several confused Keith blinks.
Eventually, he remarked, "But... we already have a room??"
[I read your Rules and About Info. I'm very familiar with the series. It's my most favorite]
OOC: Thanks for reading my about/rules page! Feel free to reply to any of my dumb open starters. I do a lot of those.
"Well I would hope--" Lance started to say in that smug way of his before Keith decided to pick him up -- which he wasn't light by any means, he might be lanky but he still had a sleeper build -- which made him let out a noise that may or may not have been a squeak (which he would very much deny fervently) and proceeded to cling to him as Keith carted him off to his room in a princess carry and over to his bed.
Ay Dios mĆo, that was so much hotter than he'd ever expected it to be.
"I don't know -- make me squirm. Tie me up or something...?"
Despite the heated mood, Keith still couldn't help but bite back a smile when he heard the high-pitched sound that left Lance's mouth. Cute.
Somehow, his self-control prevented him from commenting on it. He gently deposited Lance onto the center of the bed before hastily discarding his jacket to the floor. His boots went next before he took a moment to pull off his shirt.
He took one look at Lance before nudging him. "You too," he ordered, staring at Lance whom was still unfairly and fully clothed. "Shirt and jacket off."
While they didn't exactly have rope lying around, he did have an alternative. "I have an idea."
Lance couldn't help but scoff at that; he was pretty sure he wasn't implying anything, Keith was just being a shit. He'd opened his mouth to say as much when the raven's head dipped and Lance's breath hitched instead, hand tightening it's grip in his hair.
"Tease," finally came out in a breathless huff, even before Keith popped back up and murmured in his ear. "Until I can't form words," he added as a correction. "Until I can't even think past anything but you. And I can return the favor some other time."
That in itself was a challenge since he tended to always talk, so getting him to the point he literally couldn't speak was quite the feat.
Keith's breath briefly stuttered when his hair was pulled. He always loved when Lance did that.
His partner's reply made him smirk. "Sounds like a fun challenge to me~" he purred. Then, without warning, he adjusted his stance and lifted Lance into his arms like the man barely weighed anything. While Keith had a leaner body, he was fairly strong after so many years of training. "Your room," he promptly decided before carrying the younger paladin there.
Once they were in the room, he waited for the door to slide shut behind them before making his way to the bed. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
A chuckle left the phoenix as she scrunched her nose a bit at him. She knew brooding well. Her son did it, one of her grandsons did it, he now ex husband, and their daughter. All of them were brooders. " Sure, honey, if that's what you need to tell yourself."
Keith jolted immediately when he heard the unfamiliar voice. "I'm totally not brooding, and even if I was, how would you know?"
Lance just gave him a flat look and a raised eyebrow at that. "Riiiight... mi vida, I love you, but tearing off the arm of a training robot and throwing it into the wall hard enough it would have shattered anything else was not an accident."
He let out a sigh and walked closer to his boyfriend only to reach up and squish those pouting cheeks. "Would you rather a living sparring partner instead of a robot?"
"....."
Keith went quiet for a moment before he stubbornly responded, "It started it first. I just finished it."
Once Lance began squishing his cheeks, he groaned. "Please?"
"....You would think that thing stole your lunch money in fourth grade by the way you just ripped it's arm off, cariƱo. That, or you took the disarming training too seriously--" No, he couldn't resist the joke.
Keith was totally not pouting. Not at all.
"It was an accident!" Not really. Keith had gotten pissed at it for continuously trying to stun him.
