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≼ 🔥 ≽ Keith smiles as Shiro moves to pet the puppy, shifting his own arm to cradle her and give support to her back legs while still holding her up to him. He’d seen someone with a dog there before, and really it had been on his mind since then; if not for himself, for Shiro. He lifts the puppy further, gently pressing her cheek to his cheek.

“Her. And I actually just found her when I was out. I…figured it was too cold for a puppy to just be alone, that maybe she’d be better off with us. With you.” And maybe both would be better together, each to help each other and help Shiro. That’s what was important. The puppy wiggles in Keith’s arms, happily licking Shiro’s cheek before Keith places the pup against the taller man’s chest, grabbing his left arm and wrapping it under the dog to cradle her like he had. Then he grabs his robotic hand, hesitating for a moment before deciding to just hold it for himself instead of placing it on the dog.

“We could name her together, if you want. But she’s yours. She…she reminded me of you a lot.” Cute. He pauses after thinking that, cheeks staining a touch of red. Fuck…. “She’s black and white! And the eyes!” He blurts his words out, rushing to try to cover up the thoughts he forgot would be broadcast to the other. This was…still new.

A warm sensation pooled within his chest then spread, filling his entire being with a form of happiness he hadn’t felt for quite some time. All because this puppy had now taken to smothering his cheek with wet, little kisses. It was sweet, actually. What was also sweet was that Keith had taken this puppy into consideration while he was out; after learning this puppy was a stray, he now needed to make sure she had the best home possible.

He allowed Keith to manoeuvre his arm to support the puppy, hesitating just for a moment as the red paladin took his prosthetic hand in his own instead. The lightest shade of pink blossomed across the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks but he made no attempt to remove his hand from his grip. Instead, he gave Keith’s hand a small squeeze, the gesture thanking him, the gesture showing how much he appreciated the effort he went to for him when he didn’t have to.

“Keith… thank you,” He spoke with sincerity, his gaze flickering between Keith and the puppy resting against his chest. “I love her already.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d call her yet, he’d think on it. “We can name her together. You did bring her home after all.” They’d have to go shopping for her—what did they need? A bed, food, a leash and a collar, a tag, toys…

Cute. The word echoed in his head and he faltered for a moment, though Keith’s flustered expression as he tried to cover it up was very amusing. He didn’t embarrass him by bringing it up, instead he removed his hand from Keith’s hold in order to gently lift the puppy from her position against his chest. Then, he held her out, just as Keith had done earlier and the puppy decided it was Keith’s turn for some love as she licked the entirety of his face, her tail wagging madly as she did so. Shiro held her there as he chuckled. “She loves you too.”

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≼ 🔥 ≽ There’s a lot to deal with now, some loss of memory and a furthering denial of actually having died somehow. It’s stress on top of stress that both of them already had to begin with. He’d give anything to make Shiro feel better, but he felt as though he was at a loss of what to do for it, how to settle his anxieties. Shiro’s not aware that he can hear his thoughts, at least he doesn’t seem like he is, so Keith keeps it quiet and feels awful intruding, even as Shiro just smiles and pretends he’s fine…likely for Keith’s sake. 

His thoughts are lost to him as he hears a whining coming from an alleyway, following it out of instinct until he comes across a puppy. Black and white fluffy fur with mismatched eyes, it reminds him instantly of his best friend. It’s way too cold for a puppy to be alone and he decides to take it, picking it up in his arms and heading directly back to Shiro’s flat. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the thing to help him a bit. He could only hope as he heads in, pausing before the door.

‘Hey. Shiro, I’m coming in now. Just…stay where you are and cover your eyes. It’s something good, I promise.’

It’s a surprise, after all, and he waits a moment to assure he followed orders before letting himself in and holding the puppy up to Shiro, blue and brown eyes staring up at the taller man, at her new owner.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Living in place like this had of course taken its toll on the Black Paladin but for Keith’s sake rather than his own, he did his utmost to make sure the younger didn’t suspect any of the turmoil within. Most of the time, he was within his own personal storm; his thoughts wandering to dark places he’d rather not revisit and knowing their… situation and how they had come to this place, there was nothing that could quell the aching in his chest or the constant pangs of worry in the pit of his stomach. Sure, having Keith here was a blessing—he didn’t know how well he would cope on his own, actually—but it wasn’t quite enough, as much as he wanted it to be.

Keith had disappeared that afternoon, leaving Shiro alone with his thoughts though he was drawn back to reality as Keith’s voice floated through his mind: stay where you are and cover your eyes.

Suspicion was instant but it was Keith, how could he not trust him? He promised it was good, so it had to be. Okay, he thought in response—honestly, this was still incredibly weird, communicating with Keith like this—and closed his eyes as instructed. Done. Go ahead.

And so he waits, arms crossed and eyes closed as Keith requested, no peeking either. He hears the door open and footsteps approach him and he still remains as he was, awaiting Keith’s instruction rather than taking it upon himself to look. Finally, the footsteps cease and Keith’s voice (in person this time) once again instruct him to reopen his eyes and when he does so, his curious expression shifted immediately to surprise as his gaze meets that of a small puppy in the Red Paladins hands.

Slowly, as not to startle the puppy, he raised his left hand to gently tickle the puppy behind one of it’s rather fluffy ears. “Well, hi…” The puppy seemed to react positively to his touch, so that was promising. A small smile formed upon his lips as he tears his gaze from the puppy to Keith as he asked, “Where did you get it?” He didn’t know puppies even existed here… in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had actually seen a puppy, so the surprise was more than welcomed, however his curiosity couldn’t be settled until Keith explained.

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cryptographism:

Simple as it was to read in the other, Bill in truth had no empathetic concept of love in its human context. He only knew it insofar as he could manipulate it, regardless of how often he’d seen it throughout the eons. The act he put on wouldn’t betray it but knowledge of something and understanding of the same were not concepts that walked hand-in-hand in this case and, hey, he’d never claimed that he had perfect understanding of all of humanity’s silly constructs.

“AH, I GET IT!” Despite his lack of a second eye, it was clear that he was winking as he raised a hand to his surface in a parody of whispered secrecy and continued. “YOUR SECRET’S SAFE WITH ME, PAL!” The tune of the piano shifted into a denouement, effectively playing him off with a final flourish - one that the strings continued moments after he’d stopped and for enough time that it seemed whatever ghostly force occasionally gave concerts would pick up the reins before there was silence.

“THIS HERE’S NOCTURNE PLAINS! NOT ONLY AN AWFUL PUN BUT A PRETTY UNINSPIRING PLACE IN THE DAYTIME. THE WILDLIFE TAKES ‘NOCTURNAL’ TO A BIT OF AN EXTREME. SO NO LUNCH DATES FOR YOU AND THE LUCKY GUY UNLESS THE COMPLETE ABSENCE OF LIFE WORKS FOR YA AS THE AMBIENT SOUNDTRACK!”

A slight tilt of his head conveyed confusion as the… whatever he was continued to talk as though he had him all figured out. Shiro didn’t think he was all that easy to read but this guy… well he was something, alright.

“What secret…?” He trailed out, a hand moving to pinch the bridge of his nose in slight frustration. Alright, whatever. Let him think whatever he wanted. It was easier that way, he decided. Dark hues averted their gaze upwards as he started to speak again but Shiro couldn’t say he felt any better about the situation. 

“Nocturne Plains…?” He repeated, brows knitted together in mild curiosity though half of him was cautious. “Listen, there’s no ‘lunch dates’ or ‘lucky guy’,” – though his cheeks did adopt that slight rosy hue yet again at the mention of a date… fictional as it was— “I just want to know where I am and how I can leave. What planet is this?”

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kasailion:

≼ 🔥 ≽ His voice again, and he doesn’t even question it this time as he sees him and is reassured that he’s actually there. He puts his all into running toward him, caught off guard for a moment by the hug, but it’s his friend. The contact from someone he’s so familiar with and comfortable with is welcomed and returned as he wraps his arms around him. He’s real. They both likely needed that reassurance of actuality in contact, trust in reality was hard to come by recently. 

The hug is broken apart and he almost misses it, that safety, but it’s not completely gone and Shiro’s immediately asking how he is. Keith, of course, doesn’t care about himself and is worried about his friend instead, hoping he’s okay from both the mental strain of finding themselves in some strange place and from the fight then…then what?

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” Even if he wasn’t fine, he’d say he was, for his sake but he didn’t find an immediate importance in his own well-being. Shiro’s silence only worries him further, and he wants to press more but he finally speaks again.

In truth, thinking about what he remembered or not wasn’t easy for some reason. Everything was fuzzy in hue but he could recall going to rescue Allura and…his fight with Zarkon. He can’t recall how it ended…but he can remember the anger and panic that had set in during it.

“I…don’t know. We were rescuing Allura.” Even though I didn’t want to. “I…” He thinks about the fight again and cuts himself off. “What do you remember…?”

Shiro removed his hands from Keith’s shoulders. “I’m fine,” He replied after a couple moments of contemplation. Fine… it was good enough for now, he was far from fine. Physically, yes he was unharmed but… the amnesia was a feeling he didn’t want to experience ever again, not after the last time. Absentmindedly, he found himself flexing the fingers of his prosthetic arm, the memories of the first time he found himself without a clue coming back to him even though he willed them not to.

It took him a second or two before he realised what he was doing, so not to make Keith worry any more than he already was—he knew him well enough by now to know exactly what that look in his eyes meant—and took one last look at his surroundings before turning his attention back to Keith. The question lingered between them before he finally found an answer. “The wormhole…” He says then exhales a sigh. “Before that, Zarkon… Allura… wait…”

The dread he felt earlier held his heart in a cold grip. Allura, Coran… Lance, Hunk, Pidge… where were they? Were they here too? The only... connection he’d felt was to Keith. He didn’t sense the others anywhere; was that normal? His heart hammered against his chest as he asked, “Keith, have you seen the others?”

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wow ok seeing as i upped and died last time i posted an ad, i want to make a fresh one i’ll actually see through this time (sweats)

uncapped again! cries a lil

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cryptographism:

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On more than one occasion, the piano that sat untouched by the elements in the centre of Amaranth’s own deserted island had been seen to be played by phantom fingers. Prevailing theories drifted between the wind and poorly-maintained keys from the more cynical to the hand of Eternity itself from the more supernaturally-inclined. In any case, neither applied at the moment.

His use of it was far from necessary, as the penthouse suite of the Fearamid was fully-furnished, but the purpose of his presence on the plains was not simply to find and make use of an instrument. Nostalgic notes of an old showtune floated up into the tranquility of the surroundings, doubtlessly carrying to the ears of any visitors in the absence of the usual sounds of life that filled the majority of adjoining islands.

Bill’s eye remained closed, offering no indication that he was aware of the newcomer’s presence until he reached some of the song’s gentler bars and took the opportunity to speak over them. “Y’KNOW, I HEAR THIS PLACE IS A PRETTY GOOD DATE SPOT! JUST IN CASE YOU’RE LOOKING FOR IDEAS.”

Everything about this place was still confusing. The black paladin’s memories were still hazy and he had no clue as to how he wound up in this strange place but he took it upon himself to look around just a little, become familiar with his surroundings as for the time being, he and Keith were both stranded here.

The odd being playing a piano only heightened his confusion. Was it an alien or something? Probably... maybe. All he could do was stare at it as the song it played—oh, apparently it was in fact a he and could clearly speak now that he was aware of his presence.

A light rosy hue dusted his cheeks as he comprehended the statement. “What? I—no, I’m just a little lost, that’s all!” He replied somewhat defensively. 

(That’s not to say he wouldn’t keep that in mind).

Focus, Shiro.

A slight cough to clear his throat and he added, “What is this place? I haven’t been here long…”

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≼ 🔥 ≽ Keith starts to feel hopeless, looking around before squatting by his helmet and picking it up as his eyes close. He breathes out. What would Shiro do right now? Focus. Right? Patience yields focus. And he tries to focus, then he hears it and feels it. A strange pull coupled by the other man’s voice in his head.

Shiro?! I’m here! Where are you?

It couldn’t be real. Why was he hearing his best friend’s voice in his head? It…sounded so real. He felt like it was, felt a weird closeness with him, some kind of bond and he looks up in the direction he feels the pull.

One foot is placed forward and he lifts himself directly into a sprint in that direction. He doesn’t care if it leads him nowhere, he has an instinct to go that way so he goes, not walking but running as fast as his legs can take him.

It’s only when he sees what looks to be Shiro walking from a far distance that he says anything, not stopping for anything. “SHIRO!” He yells as loud as his voice allows him to and adds a loud thought in, ‘Shiro is that you?’

He knew it. He knew he wasn’t going crazy. There, as clear as day, Keith’s voice resonated in his head. He had no idea how such a thing was possible but right now, it didn’t matter. Details later, he had to find his friend no matter what.

I don’t know… He thought back in response. After glancing around his surroundings, he had no clue as to where he was but he odd sensation of being lead in a certain direction couldn’t be a coincidence. He’d hold on to that sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe he’d find his friend within the unfamiliar world he’d found himself trapped in.

Sure enough, he rounded a corner and that tugging feeling intensified as the unmistakable figure of the red paladin was visible just ahead. His name, shouted with urgency and slight uncertainty, drifted between them and without thinking he too broke into a run to meet his best friend half way.

Keith… thank god…

As soon as he was able, he barrelled right into him, strong arms engulfing the shorter male into a tight hug. The embrace lasted a few moments before Shiro finally released him, choosing to step back a pace and place his hands upon Keith’s shoulders. “Are you okay?” He asked quickly, of course placing Keith’s well-being above his own. It didn’t matter what happened to him, as long as Keith was alright—

Then something hit him like a freight train, a dark, cold feeling in the pit of his stomach crawling up, up, up as his heart hammered in his chest. None of this made sense. None of it; his memories remained hazy, he couldn’t recall the exact moment he had wound up in his place and as the realisation set in, dark eyes widened slightly as he fully came to terms with Keith’s presence. The strange pulling sensation had ceased and he guessed quickly that this place was trying to lead him to Keith. He didn’t know why, but he’d accept it for now. Still, a question lingered on the tip of his tongue and as the silence settled between the two of them, he had to speak up.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“Something's not right,” He said quietly, glancing around for a quick moment. “Keith, how much do you remember?”

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≼ 🔥 ≽ His chest tightens to the point of his breath constricting through his nostrils. A near panic sets in, his muscles tense and sore but he ignores his body’s obvious protests for him to sit down and calm. He doesn’t calm. He can’t. There’s something specific he needs to do because he tries to remember what last happened and all he can conjure is the splitting of their group into the walls of the wormhole. 

He stares down at the ground before looking up quickly and around at his surroundings as if he’s looking for something, for someone. “Shiro?” His voice is a concerned mix of panic and fear masked by a relative try at staying guarded. If he’s here, maybe Shiro is, but maybe he’s in trouble. Now isn’t a time he remembers to calm, to focus, he’s too passed riled now and he’s confused, what did that person mean…passed.

Shiro. Shiro….where are you? Shiro. He can’t keep his thoughts from thinking of the taller man, his best friend. The thoughts mix with worry about his other team mates, but they aren’t as strong, as pure and he doesn’t realise that he broadcasts these things out to him.

He tests out his own comm system in his helmet, pulling it off and throwing it down out of frustration as no one is available, no one hears him. It’s useless. 

Fuck! Please…I can’t lose you. Not again.

No way, it couldn’t be…

Keith’s voice resonated through his mind, clear as day. He shook his head, unable to quite believe it. There was no way that was real, it just couldn’t be. He had to be delusional. Whatever this place was, that wasn’t right. That… can’t be right.

But the cold fear settled in the pit of his stomach transformed into something else, something much more reassuring.

Hope.

For the first time since his arrival, he felt hope. He stood straight and glanced around, praying he’d catch sight of the red paladin. Unfortunately, he remained alone but ever since he’d heard Keith’s voice, he felt a distinct urge to start walking onward.

So walk he did, but that didn’t stop him from calling out. “Keith? Keith, are you there?” He was met with silence yet again and he almost groaned in frustration. No, he had to remain focused; this was not the time to get overwhelmed. Either this place was fucking with him or it was much more than it let on. He’d find out soon enough, he was sure of it.

Damn it, Keith… His thoughts wandered to his friend as he pressed ahead. Answer me.

They’d been separated before, he was not going to let it happen again.

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ok finally doing an ad here! shiro is tired pls someone help him

uncapped, go wild.

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“Welcome to Eternity. We take in souls who have passed and have no worlds to return to.”

The words resonated in his mind, repeating over and over again like a broken record. Eternity… souls who have passed… none of it made any sense to him. His heart hammered in his chest but with a few deep breaths, Shiro managed to bring himself into a state of focus. Calm, relax… this was not the time panic.

He had to find the others.

Glancing to his right, he picked up his discarded helmet and slipped it on, instantly trying to communicate with his team. “Hey, guys… are you there?” Silence. “Keith? Lance?” More silence, followed by a small, frustrated groan from the Black Paladin. “Hunk? Pidge? Allura, Coran… anyone?” Nothing but the faint static buzzing around his head as he failed to reach anyone. “Damn it…” He pulled the helmet off and studied his unfamiliar surroundings.

The girl’s earlier words were still on his mind but he forced himself to press forward. He had to find someone, anyone. He couldn’t be alone in this place, he just couldn’t.

At least that’s what he kept telling himself anyway.

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