while it had only been a few weeks passed between them since keith had returned to space, he's been growing quickly more comfortable with the others, and had even taken to sleeping in their ship with them -- far less cramped and much warmer than his own. so at some point in the night as he lays on the pile of blankets beside the other, keith's figure curves into rolo's and his arm lazily loops around his waist, head shifting to rest lazily on his chest.
considering the fact that space was always unlit it was always nighttime but the near by brightest dying star usually woke him up when it peeked over the horizon of any planet. many suns had their own orbits and other’s were simply growing larger until they would explode causing my meteors than necessary. at times dreaming about the planets that would be effected without their own sun. like there was before it was taken over by the galra. how dull and dead everything was prior too walking into the ships prisons. the whole planet was expired, lakes dried up and the greens and trees that changed contours of the planet shriveled and ceased to exist anymore.
the NIGHTMARE caused him to jolt awake and breathed out heavily before realizing where it he was. experiences like that left him petrified and traumatized but hadn’t he known what to do sooner than he would have escaped with more people. hand reached up to press faintly against own forehead, brushing back bangs. realizing that his had had no longer on his head but had fallen off behind the chair, revealing the mess that he called hair.
there was a relief that RUSHED over entire being, feeling pressure against his side and hearing the steady breath of someone near by. only to seldom glance down toward keith. blinking, unaware that this chair and chest was that comfortable enough to lay on. perceiving that the person within their ship right now was one of the few who stopped years of conflict with a certain alien race. the universe was peaceful now and planets were becoming restored with life again. the defenders of the universe they were, that’s for sure ---- and ironically one happened to be sleeping soundlessly without much of a disturbance in their own sleep. arm draped loosely around the other’s shoulder, chin attentively rests against his head before turning on cheek, setting a small smile of appreciation. thumb continuously brushed on fabric against shoulder and soon contacting skin the more hand proceeded downward. warmth. there was a weak hum in response.
