#commanderholt

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To say Matt is sensitive to pain meds would be an understatement. Pain meds without a doubt fuck with Matt - relieving his pain and skewing his logic. Hence, one broken leg and a few cracked ribs later he is out of it. Throwing an empty tissue box at the nurse, he shouts "his name is James. With an S. It means there are two of them. Don't come back unless you bring the Jameses!!" (aka I read a tweet that made me think of jatt LMAO)

❝ Sorry to disappoint you Mattie, but the nurses could only find ONE of me. ❞ James teases as he enters the room, having gotten a detailed description of Matt’s acting out as well as his injuries. Truthfully it was hard to be cracking jokes knowing Matt was hurt and his worry had yet to cease but doting over Matt in this state felt POINTLESS.

He might not retain a single word of it.

❝ Heard you’ve been giving these poor nurses a hard time, too. ❞ He continues, approaching the bed and reaching out slowly to gently run his fingers through Matt’s hair and push his bangs aside. Hospital visits would always be BITTERSWEET at best but at least Matt was alive and for that he could be grateful. ❝ I’ll tell my suspicious twin that couldn’t make it that you’re okay though. He sure was worried. ❞

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cafune //whispers: ponytail boyfriends

    ❝You really like doing that, don’t you?❞ Keith chuckles, stretching listlessly across Matt’s lap. His boyfriend’s fingers deftly card through his tresses, tousled and spilling onto the couch.

    His hair is long now, the longest he’s ever allowed it to be, sweeping past his shoulder blades and ending at midback. It’s stupidly silky at the moment too, something that Krolia had explained had to do with Galra genes and seasonal coats… as if Matt needed another excuse to tease him about being part purple space cat.

    Matt finds every excuse he can to play with it, whether it’s brushing it, helping Keith shampoo it or just combing his fingers through it like he’s doing right now which is, admittedly, Keith’s favorite. A pleased purr rumbles in the back of his throat as his eyes drift shut. ❝Mom says my hair is starting to get too long to be practical…❞

    ‘It can be a disadvantage in battle,’ his mom had explained, like a useless tail for the enemy to grab. ❝Do you think I should get it cut?❞ It’s not on his list of things he wants to do, especially because of moments like this, but if it’s only going to get in the way…

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@commander-holt | STARTER CALL.

❝ Peculiar... ❞ Lotor began, lost in thought as he approached Matt. It was just SO STRANGE seeing the near identical resemblance between this rebel and the small green paladin and he had not quite been prepared for that. This one just seemed TALLER but their hair and eye color and facial structure truly was so similar.

❝ Is it typical of humans to lack much variation in their offspring? ❞

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@commander-holt ❤’d for a starter w/ james griffin !!

     a clearing of the throat ; soon after , a gentle knock upon the door . ❝ hey , ❞ voice is firm , not meaning to sound too commanding , but sometimes he can’t help it , ❝ uh , captain shirogane requested for us to be in the meeting room in ten minutes . ❞ he is about to walk away , like he usually would , but decides against it in case the rebel member has any questions he wants to ask about said meeting , so he patiently waits for matt to emerge from his quarters .

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Tattoo of My Soul //commander-holt

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From the moment a person is born, there is someone out there meant for them. A tattoo forms on their skin to show what the other is interested in or what crosses their mind the most. The ink appears around the age of three when the child begins thinking more clearly.

For little Lotor Ribeiro he didn’t understand what the mark meant, he just knew Papai didn’t like his or the one on his own arm. It made him mad and sometimes he cried when he thought Lotor was asleep in his bed. The little boy didn’t want his papai to be upset. So he would hug the man’s arm and hide his own. It worked for a little while but quickly came to an end.

His interests changed so much he probably gave his poor soulmate whiplash. From his little stuffed dragon (his favorite toy), to the little fish that lived in the Pinheiros River, and the beautiful murals painted by the street artists of São Paulo. And that was just in the first two years of having the tattoo.

Lotor would only look at the tattoo in private to avoid upsetting his papai further. When he finally found out at the age of seven that it meant there was someone in the world meant for him, he began looking at it more often. The boy wanted to know what made this other person happy so he could make them happy when they finally met. All he wanted was to make someone happy.

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He’s not at all sure of what Matt was working on, but he seemed so focused where he was sitting on the floor that Kosmo couldn’t find it in himself to disturb him. Still, it wasn’t enough to quell his curiosity.

So, with quiet steps, fluffy tail wagging slowly, he silently approached the human and took a seat just behind him and a little to the right. There was a brief pause. And then the humanoid wolf leaned in to rest his chin on Matt’s shoulder to get a better look on what he was working on, one fluffy ear twitching in interest and curiosity.

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Pidge shook her tired head and wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t wanna sleep.” She told him. “If I sleep you might disappear.” Her thoughts were plagued with the thought of that massive grave planet. The false tombstone. What if it wasn’t fake and she was dreaming now?

“When I saw those graves..” she began, “I felt like I was dying. I thought I lost you forever.” Tears flooded her eyes as she hid her face against him. “I don’t wanna sleep and risk it being true.”

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shiro lets out a series of dramatic coughs and noices as he watches matt remove the light armor and make his way to the bed. “losing...feeling...light is fading....” he gasps, placing a hand onto his chest, keeping his eyes on matt as the other gets into bed and moves closer. 

after the kiss to his forehead, shiro drops the act and grins at the other. “s’okay, i was already kind of awake anyways.” he murmurs, moving to pull matt in a little more so he could press a few more kisses to his lips.