I felt a need to draw this after finishing the fic… fic excerpt below but I guess it’s spoiler heavy?
The pair of them stood, strained, as the thuds slowly started to become sparser. After a half minute, they seemed to have stopped altogether. Shiro’s arm remained raised, his face thrown into peculiar shadows by the purple light. When another minute passed in silence, Shiro exhaled carefully and lowered his arm. He turned to Keith, who had his back glued to the wall.
“Are you hurt?” Shiro asked.
Keith shook his head. His numb, throbbing legs didn’t feel like they would support his weight for much longer. Slowly, he slid to a sit. Shiro moved to sit beside him, close enough that their shoulders pressed together. His hand abruptly came up to wrap around Keith’s head and tug it toward him so he could press his lips to Keith’s temple. His breathing was hard.
“Okay,” Shiro murmured. “I get why that frightened you so much.”
Keith still couldn’t seem to speak, so he huddled against Shiro and stared, unblinking at his bedroom door. He kept half expecting the metal to buckle from something large and hungry slamming against it. The only things keeping him from tearing down the hall was the pounding, numb weakness in his legs and the fact that Shiro was beside him. Shiro was a good fighter, better than Keith. So long as he was standing guard, Keith let himself close his eyes and try to steady his breathing.
At some point, when he trusted himself to speak, Keith croaked, “Nice to know someone else can hear it.”
Shiro shifted to eye him. “None of us claimed you made it up,” he said.
“But it’s different now that you’ve heard it,” Keith pressed. Shiro was silent as an answer.
At that moment, the door to Pidge’s bedroom slid open, and a familiar thatch of brown curls stuck out.
“Are we under attack?” Pidge asked groggily. “I heard banging.” She seemed to take another second to register Shiro and Keith’s positions, and the grogginess burnt away to be replaced by subdued worry. “Keith?”
“The clinger,” Shiro answered for Keith. “It was banging at the hull outside Keith’s room.”
“I’m fine,” Keith grumbled. He realized, then, that Pidge had grown strangely still.
“Pidge?” Shiro said. Keith could feel him stiffening.
“Our bedrooms are in the inner castle,” Pidge said. She picked over her words with terrible delicateness. “Keith’s room is nowhere near the hull.”
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