#bluetailored

[jawblade-a-blog]

▹ @bluetailored

Giving Keith time to talk with everyone individually, or however he wanted to handle it, has been one of Shiro’s top priorities since the two of them had returned from the Blade of Marmora’s base. He’s kept quiet on the issue for a handful of hours now, long enough that the next priority rises -- checking in on how the others are handling the news. Just as he’d told Keith on the flight back, he believes that the other paladins, at the very least, won’t change their opinion of him and won’t be too bothered once the initial shock has passed, but... it’s best to take the time to see if he’s right about that or not. The last thing they need right now is any sort of discourse between teammates.

Of the other three, Lance is the first that he wants to speak with. He’s the one with a bit more to process than Pidge or Hunk, given the nature of his relationship with Keith. It’s definitely romantic, though whether they’re considering themselves boyfriends or not isn’t something Shiro’s sure of -- he hasn’t been kept that in the loop about things there. Whatever the case is, he wants to see how the Blue Paladin is handling things. It’s not exactly every day you learn the person you like is half alien.

“Lance,” he calls upon spotting the paladin in question, hoping to catch his attention as he steps into the corridor. Expression set into something serious, though nothing grim, Shiro makes his approach, eyes searching Lance for some sign of whether Keith has found him or not. He assumes that Lance was one of the first stops made, but for all he can really be sure, Keith may have psyched himself out and not spoken with anyone yet.

The news of Keith being part Galra isn’t his to share with anyone, so he’s going to be careful about what he says until he knows for sure what’s up.

“Have you talked to Keith since we got back?”

[redrightarm-blog]

@bluetailored

And then there was Lance. A part of Keith wanted to put it off as long as he could, but the other part was desperate to know how the Blue Paladin would take the news.

Keith found the opportunity to tell him almost immediately after he and Shiro got back, intercepting Lance in the hallway and grabbing him by the elbow to stop him from heading off to meet with the others.

His hold was tight, but shaking, much like his voice when he spoke up;

“---I need to talk to you.” There was fear in his eyes, layered under apprehension and remorse. He wanted to believe that Lance wouldn’t regard him any differently, but there’s still that CHANCE, that possibility that the news will completely ruin their dynamic, ruin whatever they’ve got going for them. Lance surely won’t be able to look at him anymore without thinking about IT---

                                               “Like, now.”

[redrightarm-blog]

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

» casual hang-out

For the first few seconds Keith just blinks at Lance, then makes a point of looking down to himself---pointedly looking at the t-shirt he’s got on.

When he lifts his head to look at Lance again,it’s with a brow raised to record heights.

“---But it’s not cold?"Cuddling would be totally fine with Keith, of course,but for WARMTH? It’s, like, seventy degrees outside.

“Are YOU cold? You could’ve said something. I’ll turn the heat on.”There Keith goes, rising from the couch to go messwith the thermostat, putting it at what he hopes iswill be a comfortable temperature for the both of them.Sorry, Lance.

[jawblade-a-blog]

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put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your muse’s door in the morning by my muse

                    「  Nice work on your training session last night.                                  I caught some of it but didn’t want to interrupt                                  to say anything while you were looking so                                  focused. 

                                Thought I’d offer to teach you some hand-to-hand                                 techniques sometime, if you want. I’ve noticed you’re                                 great with long distance and you have a knack for                                 improvisation, but your close quarters could use                                 some work. Just don’t want you getting hurt should                                 you ever be in a situation where your bayard is out                                 of reach.

                                Like I said though, you did great. You’ve come a long                                 way in such a short time, and under so much stress.                                            It’s beyond impressive.

                                                    Let me know if you do want a few lessons.

                                                                                              -- Shiro                       」

[hologramandahardplace-blog]

◊@bluetailored​

Hey,

I got that USB you found in your jacket pocket to sync with the Castle systems, but it wasn’t empty like you thought.

I’ll be in Green’s bay if you want to come take a look. There are too many photos here for me to go through by myself

-P

Your siblings look just like you.

[hurlinhunk-blog]

@bluetailored

The kitchen looked like a disaster. Flour all over the benches, bits of pumpkin everywhere, empty egg shells that hadn’t quite made it to the bin, and various used mixing bowls and pots here and there. The heat escaping from the oven coupled with manual work had Hunk a little out of breath, pulling his trademark headband off and tying his hair in a loose short ponytail just to keep as much off his face as he could. 

He had a costume laid out in his room, sitting with his mathematics homework that he had promised his moms he would do. He made note to bribe his sister with candy so she wouldn’t dob him in, he’d get it done on time, but it was Halloween, not national do your homework day. 

Hunk pulled himself onto one of the kitchen stools, in front of a half carved pumpkin and rested an arm against the bench while he pulled his phone out of his pocket with the other. He checked the time, set a timer for when to take the pastry out, and scrolled to his recent calls list and dialled Lancelot. Not that there was really anyone else on the list, there was a wrong number, a teacher he made himself call to ask if he could get something more challenging, and his biological mom. 

Pressing the phone against his ear, he placed that elbow on the bench and leaned forward comfortably, listening to the dial tone. He wasted no time when he heard the line picked up.

“Yo, Lance, pies going to take a little longer than I thought, but you can come round in the mean time if you want, otherwise I can come to you when this pie is done. Decided if we’re going trick or treating, to that party or just hanging around watching movies yet? ‘Cause I’m cool with whatever, just gotta text mom to let her know what I’m doing.”

[redrightarm-blog]

@bluetailored

“End training sequence.”

Were the room not designed to pick up on the words, Keith’s not sure it would’ve been registered - not when he pants more than he speaks. Satisfaction over his win keeps him upright, a final ‘I’m better’ as he watches the floor swallow up the droid he’d knocked down onto it.

---Only once his opponent is gone ( even though it’s nothing more than a machine, and therefore can’t even process what it means for him to keep himself upright for PRIDE ) does he slump over, grabbing his knees and waiting for his breathing to even out.

When he straightens up, strands of hair fall against his neck and tickle his skin, and with a huff that sends the hair in front of his face lifting he considers tying it back before the next fight.

First, though, water.

Keith turns to head to the wall where he’d set his things - bayard, jacket, and two bottles of water - only to pause at the sight of Lance in the doorway.

They still had yet to have that TALK, and... for that Keith feels a little guilty. They could be having that chat now, and instead he’s spending a majority of his time on the training deck. It’s just... he may be a little bit... really nervous? He’s not sure what to expect, and it’s kind of keeping him on edge, a feeling that he chooses to take out on the training droids he can lose himself in battling.

“---Hey,” he greets, a little belatedly. “You here to train? ...How about a quick spar?”

[redrightarm-blog]

@bluetailored

Sitting there at the round table, watching unique species filter in through the large doorway, Keith can’t help but wish he’d fought Shiro harder on this.

Politics and diplomacy were never his forte - he always opted to sit out when letters were sent requesting the presence of a Paladin, leaving Shiro to take the seat.

But THIS time, his brother did that thing where he hinted towards it, then hinted towards it some more until Keith eventually CAVED and agreed to show up at---...what was the planet’s name again?

He doesn’t feel bad for not caring. He’s been there two days already, and from what he can gather it’s just a simple disagreement between two neighboring solar systems - it’s nothing LIFE-THREATENING. His assumption is that he and Shiro only received the missive because the ambassador hosting the diplomatic convention wanted to have a guest as grand as a Voltron Paladin.

All the attention he’s been getting further suggests that.

New faces show up every meeting, representatives from different planets that will be affected by whatever change is made. There’s a handful gathered around the large table, but Keith watches those entering the room: There’s someone from Il’kiv - a planet he and Shiro saved not long ago; there’s an Arusian - Keith actually had a short, though warm conversation with them earlier; there’s a couple from Baskan; and there’s---

holy shit.

It’s immediate, the feel of losing all his breath. The space made in his chest by breath stolen is replaced with an ache. On shaky legs Keith rises, eyes-wide, staring disbelieving at---

                                                       “---Lance,”

But what with how  quiet he sounds when he says it, and considering the amount of people in the room talking over him, Keith’s not even expecting to be noticed.