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[sheithfromvoltron]

Haven't Had Enough

“Are you ready for another bad poem? One more off-key anthem, let your teeth sink in. Remember me as I was, not as I am.” {closed starter with @red-e2fite}

He wasn’t supposed to be out this late, no one was. To be out after dark was to ask for death, but maybe… maybe that’s why he had stepped out into the night in the first place. Maybe those rumors of murderous creatures lusting for blood were a type of siren song that called Shiro down these dimly lit streets.

Afterall, a person could only run on chemical bandaids and denial for so long until it quit working. Until all that was left was a broken mess of a man missing half an arm and the will to even keep moving.

The feeling of eyes watching him, drew Shiro’s attention to his right and stopped his feet. Dark hair and a leather jacket caught his attention as he scanned for the offending gaze. A twist in his stomach had him stepping off the cement sidewalk and onto the pavement. Cruel curiosity and the hope that maybe, just maybe, it was really him.

It had been over a year since he last saw the man, but it wasn’t a face he’d easily forget. Especially not when storming eyes flashed brightly even from across the street and we’re meeting his stare with such force that he finally understood the depth of the phrase ‘eye contact’.

“Keith?” Shiro took another step, glancing around for any other signs of movement Why was he out here so late?He knew the danger, why would he risk it?

He laughed silently at that, still so worried about the younger man though he’d never bothered to truly voice his feelings when they’d actually been friends. Back before they’d drifted apart… or more accurately before Shiro had pulled away to settle into his current lonely and depressed state.

[aguasazulesyestrellas]

@red-e2fite — Cont. from ◊

“Uh, excuse you??? Don’t get sassy with me, Keith~! That’s. My. Quiznaking. Shirt! Why’re you even wearing it!? When did you break into my room and steal it!? Did the mice help you!? I bet they did!” Yup. His face was beat red, but only because Keith looked adorable wearing that shirt. 

Still... Lance wasn’t letting him get away with this. “I want my shirt back! Or I’m stealing yours!” 

[panickypaladin]

@red-e2fite Continued from here 

It all sounded simple enough. Do this job. Go to this country. Be polite and make some friends. Simple!

But unfortunately there had been some miscommunication. So when he had been led by the others down towards the docks and onto a ship it had already been too late to turn around. ANYTHING would have been better than a ship. A carriage, horseback, even walking all the way across the country sides WITH bandits threatening to attack would have been better.

Instead it had been four months of sailing and nonstop seasickness. Even if his body had gotten used to the motion, any sort of hard wind, bigger waves or bad weather had thrown him completely off again. Confined to his cabin and a diet of ships biscuits and light soups. At least he had been able to catch up on paperwork and letters for correspondence during the long weeks.

So the reason that Hunk made his way away from the crowd and towards the warehouse was the need to check up on the supplies that had been brought along on their long journey. Now that he had steady ground under his feet again and the smell of fresh trees and grass in his nose, all the sickness had left and his mood had picked back up. He couldn’t wait to get to eat some real food again. To experiment with the recipes from home. Maybe even learn something new while the royal entourage was involved in the trade negotiations. A new country meant new food and new exciting dishes.

But when he opened the doors to the wear house he didn’t find what he was looking for. There were no sacks of rice, heaps of bundles up herbs, no barrels of salted fish and dried meat, no crates of pickled vegetables or conservation jars with fruits. Instead the ware house was empty of goods. Apparently the supplies for the kitchen had been located into another storage area. But this place! This place looked like an inventors dream. The intricate machinery must have been designed by a genius and put together by some really hard working people. This place was big!

Gaping in awe the young man walked forward. This was not something he had seen back home. Intrigued he wanted to know more but something moved right behind him. And suddenly spoke.

Hunk jumped forward, spinning around and flailing his arms as the unknown speaker had clearly startled him. His heart beat furiously in his throat and his face was pale. “DON’T. Do. That!” Hunk dragged in a wheezing gasp and put a hand to his chest as it heaved too quickly. This was not how he was used to meeting new people! “Who drops out of the ceiling to say hi!?” Again he backed up, wanting to get as far away from this stranger as he could. Unfortunately he couldn’t go very far as his back bumped into a broad pipe that ran from one of the machines. “Who are you!?”

[red-and-black-paladin]

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“I don’t mind that.” Smiles. “We can be friends... Though.. I’m pretty difficult sometimes.” 

[readytolance]

{You have no anon, bae? But here's a little one anyways}"Dad look, I made a flower crown!" A little black haired girl exclaimed, running over to Lance with a crown of twisted together flowers."D'you think Auntie Allura will like it? A princess needs a crown, right?" She's about as sweet as her dad, isn't she?

Lance grinned, crouching down to look at the crown. “You know what, sweetie? I think Auntie Allura would love it. Lets go give it to her!” He said, offering to pick her up. 

[scorchingxwind]

@red-e2fite

Shiro had a pretty solid reputation in the area. He was a protector of the forest there, and anyone who went in with ill intent never came back out. Some would leave gifts at the forest’s edge, others offered prayers. Shiro was pretty numble for a naga, however, but he went along with it regardless. 

Today, however, there was a bit of a commotion in the forest. The massive naga slithered to the source, looking a bit sour. 

[skylieclearwater]

@red-e2fite

((Borrower AU, she’s 4 1/4 inches tall))

Skylie’s knees were practically knocking together. But she felt cornered, and saw no other option. She held a toothpick like a sword in front of her, hands shaking badly. 

The poor girl couldn’t get much out coherently. Her teeth kept chattering. He’d caught her in the process of trying to get some building materials to make herself a little bed in the wall. Given her history with humans, she simply assumed he meant her ill intentions. 

[knifetastic-blog]

@red-e2fite __________________ Mailys merely watched as the Black Paladin helped the Red Paladin away from Kolivan. She had wanted to speak to them, especially since she had to know... if he was in fact... who she thought he was. She had a feeling of who's son he might be... he bore a thin resemblance to a woman she once knew.