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ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ ([personal profile] balancingedge) wrote in [community profile] melodiesofeternity2018-10-23 11:36 pm

even more 🎂

Who: Keith and open~
When: October 22nd and 23rd
Where: Voltron and Friends' House, Arito, Curti Center
What: Practicing his skills and a very chill birthday
Warnings/Notes: Nightmares of death in the first prompt.

i. nightmares and rest in pieces, training dummy. (@ Curti Center, house B-02, 10/22)
[The night before he had nightmares of Blades lying in a massive heap surrounding a small child clinging to a small toy. He'd nearly woken up with a start; he'd recognized every single individual except the child. His mother and Kolivan were among them, and he had to look at the blade resting on his nightstand and its still glowing jewel to calm down. Only a dream. It wasn't real like the warmth behind him; arms wrapped around him and breath so quiet that if he hadn't felt it on the back of his neck or the way the other's chest rose and fell against him, he would wonder if it was there at all.

It lured him back to sleep, yet the image stuck with him even after waking again. Kolivan in particular had looked as though he'd been tortured and starved for weeks. Yet the blade in his hand told a different tale at least in one aspect of the dream. The Dream Width could seal away his ability to use it's awakened form, but it couldn't take away that shared connection his mother's blade held with her as well.

And like so many other times when he couldn't think straight, he went outside and raised his knife as he sank into a practiced stance. He eyes the dummy for a brief second, regarding it before allowing instinct to take free reign. A clear-cut jab to the abdomen from below, pointed upward and twisting. A slash across the dummy's neck- where the jugular and carotid would have been sliced clean open if the head did not come clean off. Another slash going up from below where the left arm ought to be, and he would have severed the nerves and main arteries to it. If this were real.

It continued for ten minutes, repeating the same movements over and over. He would have to repair it later; would give his hands something to do. Things around him became crystal clear and he noticed he'd gained an audience, yet he does not stop. There is no wasted movement; each strike measured and precise. It may only be a striking dummy, but against a living target each attack could have been lethal. Were it a true fight and the foe had failed to block or side-step, they would have been dead at the first strike with the knife.

Yet as he sheathed the knife behind him once more, it hit him why he needed this in the first place. This entire month had been an interesting ride. The pranks, the flirting, having been separated from his team and stuck with members of the Phantom Thieves and another similar group, not to mention the other two and that annoying moogle in the middle of a haunted forest. What wasn't to love about it? Ah, and the dolls. Perhaps that's what brought it out: his third-greatest fear. He may be the leader of Voltron, but he is a Blade as well. The thought of losing his mother after having only finding her again had been too much. Yet as he stabbed and slice, the glow never faltered. It's enough to prove to him that they're both alive. They're all alive.

It was just a dream.

He wipes the sweat from his brow, exhaling a sigh before he looks over to whoever heard the commotion in the shared housing block. Had the sound of metal scraping against wood and stone woke them? It was still early in the morning, but he needed to get it out before the flight back to Arito. There were plans for his birthday tomorrow.]


Ah- Did I wake you? [There's a spark of sincere apology in eyes that had been focused on their target not ten seconds ago.] Sorry about that. I'll be quieter next time.

ii. all around town (Arito, 10/23, open)
[Lance had been right about one thing: you share things with friends- family he corrects in his head. If he said it aloud said right hand would likely either die at the thought or tease him mercilessly for it. Like a younger brother, he guessed. He hadn't had a family for quite some time; they'd become his at some point between the antics and arguments.

Which is why they're out as a group on the twenty-third, wandering the city of Arito and doing whatever they damn well felt like this afternoon. The birthday boy didn't care; he's just glad for the company. Yes, even Lance's. Though a brief thought of being stuck with him for an eternity made him second guess that for a split second. Probably a really terrible joke on his part.]


iii. a quiet evening (10/23, closed)
[But after the excitement of the last several hours, it was good to be back in their little bases of operation in the desert city. Both Black Paladins had claimed the couch for movies, snacks they'd picked up at the store on the way back either on the table or the kitchen counter. No one felt like fixing something up at the moment. He doesn't blame them; of the group, Adrien needs to Learn more than he does, Shiro is a lethal chef if it isn't over a campfire (sometimes even then), Keith only remembers recipes of his pop's from his mom, and Lance is a bit better than that having grown up the youngest of who knows how many. Whiiich... left Marinette and Pidge, and he had no idea how good Pidge was and didn't bother asking.

Especially because someone had just invaded his personal space bubble and he's surprisingly fine with that, leaning on his oldest friend and boyfriend. Don't mind them, guys. You guys already had the cake.]
spaceforged: (Good job team)

A quiet evening indeed

[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-10-27 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wraps his arm around Keith and settles in. The movie some dragoon centric drama he’d found and suggested. So far it’s pretty good. He is admittedly a bias party. He hasn’t bothered with the snacks right this moment. He will figure out how close the rice crackers are to what he knew as a child soon enough.

But not right now. He’d given Keith his birthday gift a black jacket with red edges like the coat he used to wear when he was off duty. The leather straps are darker than his and the fingerless gloves to go with it were custom made. He’d made sure they were decent in their grip. Just like the original pair he gave him all those years ago. He leans against him, resting the side of his head against his. This is their place even if they share it. And he had resolved to be a little more openly affectionate around the others.]


Supposedly, there is a dragoon duel in this one. [He grins a bit too gleefully.] On the back of a giant dragon. Aren’t you glad we grabbed this one?

[They has grabbed a few and a few were suggested. He can bet anything Lance suggested is romance.]
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heh

[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-02 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[As they talk the story unfolds. A pair of dragoons that had met in the guild and became friends when they needed one.] I think...the later.

[He says without looking away from the screen. The visuals are breathtaking. The filming crew clearly understand to bring across the sense of being a dragoon there has to be emphasis on the surroundings as well as the story. He is starting to suspect the pair are on a collision course of a sort that isn’t action related.

He drops a kiss on Keith’s shoulder as the story turns to one feeling overshadowed by the other. The dragoon in deep purples is the calmer of the two. More guarded. But the tone of his voice gives away how much it hurts that his friend in the standard blues they all know for trainees wants to go far away. He holds Keith a little tighter as the clone’s memory drifts up.

Even now he would let Keith go if he wanted to be far from him. But if he could go with him...]
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ii

[personal profile] ladytakamaki 2018-11-03 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ listen, ann appreciates the invite to keith's birthday celebration. it's nice to know that she's got other friends here (outside of the persona house, of course) who enjoy her company, and she's more than happy to spend the day with everyone. she doesn't really know what's around arito, so she ends up just following the group, looking at the city in wonder.

they pass by a bookstore. it dawns on her that ann hasn't gotten keith a birthday gift yet. she taps his shoulder.
]

Hey, random question: Are you into reading?
spaceforged: (I've maddee mistaaaakees)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-03 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[The story is getting to him. There’s enough resonance with their own to stir up old ghosts. The dragons grow stronger apart. The elder is haunted by his past and the darkness is swirling within his soul. How many nights had he laid awake and wondered if he should have made Keith stay? How long has he fought arena battle after battle and wondered if leaving Earth was right?

The dragoon gets taken by the shadows in his own head. The other begins his rise from angry young man to a blazing star in the heavens. Shiro partly turns to Keith and gathers him into his arms. He steals a kiss and looks back as the calmer dragoon becomes a force that sweeps across the land.

Controlled by the shadows his armor turns a deep shade of violet.]
...not what I expected out of this movie. ...Keith. [He strokes the scar on his boyfriend’s face like he has so many times. Just as the wyvern roars.]
spaceforged: (that was a terrible come back)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-03 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Not enough of it. [He says, softly. He pauses the movie on reflex. This is important. He catches sight of the wyvern out of the corner of his eye. It’s the real thing. Keith has set him free from death and from control. No one could control him the way Haggar had. Still to see it happen again, even if a character had rattled his cage bars. A bit.

He leans up and kisses Keith’s forehead.]
I’m alright. It just surprised me.

[He turns the movie back on. As predicted the other dragoon learns of his friend seemingly going mad and comes back. Clad in black armor he seems made of the night itself. Their battle takes his breath away. Flashes in his mind’s eye of Keith moving with precision and matching him step for step dance match the fight.

The field of battle is different. The back of the wyvern is smaller than the facility. He can see where the director did their homework and where they fell short. But the battle itself is spot on. The dance of spears and leaps catches him off guard. So does the kiss that is all passion and desperate love and he blinks.]
...really not enough of it.
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[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-03 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ten to one they cut out what built up to that. [He can't quite keep the surprise out of his tone. The calmer dragoon jerks back in surprise and Shiro draws the table closer to the couch. He pulls the popcorn to the edge within Keith's reach.]

I think he missed the memo too. [The violet dragoon grips his spear and surges forward in a classic thrust of his weapon. But the other dodges it, spinning away. But the formerly calmer dragoon is off balance. He's begging the other to give in. To stop fighting. To give him up for dead.

He'd reached for this and read some of the back of it to escape the joke recommendation. He's not sure he made mistakes. The romance angle had just caught him by surprise.]
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[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-03 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Wasn't that one with the moogles being uh, intimate? [He refuses to put it any other way. Lance had held it up with a smile on his face and he'd snagged this one. Neither dragoon is giving ground as they war across the wyvern. Shiro snags some popcorn of his own with a small smile on his face.

He considers joking. Nah.]


Now if this stays a romance, there's going to be another kiss. [Maybe implied sex. It's staying R rated in their war so far. But he can tell that there is love there between them now. It's been forged by years of friendship and the violet dragoon is slowing. He assumes judging by the shadows and smoke swirling around him that it's the energy he's fighting against.]
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[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-04 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He opens his mouth to say something and the second kiss happens, the violet dragoon pulling the other one in. The sun that had been getting closer to the horizon casts bright rays across them.

He snags the bag of rice crackers as the pair stare into each other's eyes and the scene shifts. The sun is setting, casting deep shadows in the bedroom. His eyebrows shoot up.

Ah. They went there.

It's tastefully done with music that matches the tone of the sunset colors. The scene is over in the usual amount of time affording to this sort of thing as Shiro runs his hand up Keith's back.]
What does the back cover say? I got two sentences in before Lance demanded we make a decision on what we were buying.
ladytakamaki: (called your bluff)

[personal profile] ladytakamaki 2018-11-04 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ oho! perfect. ann grins at him and gestures towards the bookstore, tilting her head towards it. ]

Let's check it out! And if you find something you like, it's on me, yeah?
spaceforged: (This is my team now)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-12 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
We'll get an entertainment system for our room. [This movie went places he really wouldn't want Pidge or the other younger members of the house to see. His hand stops at the middle of Keith's back. He considers suggesting they take their party upstairs. Not because of the movie but for the sake of some privacy.]

Then we can watch whatever flick we feel like.
spaceforged: (Black Lion: Team Voltron)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2018-11-12 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Why don’t we go look? It takes some time to figure out the right angle. [He slides his hand up to the back of Keith’s neck and down to the small of his back. Shiro clips his rice crackers closed and shuts off the movie. He gets up and retrieves it, packing it away and looks again to Keith.

His smile is a bright flash.]


Unless you have other ideas.
Edited 2018-11-12 19:45 (UTC)