quiet and calm is the standard of space , and resting idly against keith’s leg is where kosmo finds tranquility . two years spent alongside his ‘ master ‘ ( of sorts ) finds relaxation as easy as breathing . barely a mumble leaves the paladin’s lips , now downturned , and he stands to attention , bright eyes staring , searching . little needs to be said to communicate between them , a mutual understanding long since formed between them . a paw reaches out , landing softly against keith’s cheek , an attempt to draw attention - - something is wrong , and he wants to know what .
↳ @bladeblazed / sc .








