Send ‘😴’ To Fall Asleep In My Muse’s Arms (no longer accepting)
or send 😴 + reverse for a sleepy lance!
For all the high-tech, rock-solid architecture the Castle Ship boasts, the walls between their bedrooms are surprisingly THIN. It’s a precaution, the Princess tells him— so that, if any of the rooms’ occupants are attacked it won’t go unnoticed... but Lance thinks that they just spent too much of their budget on the weird ALTEAN POOL. Although, in their defense, he’s sure the rooms were not designed to permanently hold the Paladins of Voltron… not Paladins that are this loud. Whether it’s Pidge swearing at something electronic, Hunk snoring, Shiro grunting through a set of push-ups, or Lance singing Shakira at the top of his lungs, there is almost some sort of noise percolating through the corridor. Lance would say that Keith is the quietest one of them all (simply because the red Paladin is scarcely ever in his room) if it weren’t for the nights that he wakes up screaming.
Tonight was one of those nights.
—And so here he finds himself; sitting side by side with Keith on a bed that is not his own, running his mouth about everything from his EX-GIRLFRIENDS to bios of all the characters that star in The Office and celebrities that he knows have had work done. At first, he wasn’t sure his anecdotes were working… wasn’t sure that he should even be here at all because nightmares are Shiro’s territory, and maybe he’s just sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. But Shiro is gone and Keith had held him as he bawled his eyes out not even a week before. He owes it to the red Paladin— to his friend— to at least try to do the same.
He has since been distracting Keith for twenty minutes— bolstered by the slow relaxation of the his breathing pattern—and he’s midway through a story about the time he and his family went on vacation to Disney Land, when Keith’s head drops onto his shoulder.
❝ —'Cause, c’mon; who didn’t have a crush on Tinkerbell?? My parents can’t blame me f—... ❞
And maybe he should be insulted, but he’s too relieved to see that Keith is sleeping soundly again... even if it means that now he’s pinned here. With NO CHOICE but to stay where it’s soft and safe and indulgently warm. Very slightly, he relocates the two of them— nuzzles deeper into the nest of pillows that’d formed around their bodies before shutting his eyes; a smile on his lips.
Both literally and figuratively, it’s about time Keith started to lean on him.
