Shiro is a goof and Keith loves him

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The Wolf, the Atlas and the Bayard

Or an Analysis of what Season Seven was Meant to be before They Rewrote it to Accommodate Black Paladin Keith 

At one point, the EPs mentioned a version of s7 where Shiro went back to being Black Paladin. I hypothesize that was the original version. When they got the go ahead to make Keith Black Paladin, rather than rewrite the entire story, they rewrote parts of the script they already had to fit that. 

This would explain why there’s no mention in the script as to why Shiro isn’t Black Paladin anymore. Because in the original script, he was. 

So, here’s a few things I think ended up being changed, added, moved around or cut from the original to make this new vision “work.”

First Start by Realizing the Truth: There was no Wolf

Let’s go back to s6 and assume everything happened exactly the same way it did… only minus the wolf. Does this change anything in the plot? No. The wolf appears in s6, but does nothing but stand around in the background and presumably provide extra moral support for Keith during their long journey. You could remove the wolf entirely and it would change nothing. 

Kind of like Shiro in the first half of s7. 

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more ask roundups: about the VLD writers

several anons, and pulling out three to represent: 

From what Hedrick has said about his writing, I think we would’ve had a very different story had he mapped it out. I wouldn’t say better or worse, simply a different tone/feel to it. 

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more ask roundups: about the VLD writers

several anons, and pulling out three to represent: 

From what Hedrick has said about his writing, I think we would’ve had a very different story had he mapped it out. I wouldn’t say better or worse, simply a different tone/feel to it. 

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if you promise peaches, deliver peaches.

After S7, the asks have been piling up. A few examples:

The EPs have spoken of being determined to get the VLD gig out of fear it’d be given to someone who’d wreck the story. That’s understandable, but we’re talking about a 78-episode, six-season, space opera mecha series. This genre practically demands a sprawling world and a massive cast, and it’s far beyond the scope of anything either JDS or LM have ever helmed on their own. 

My guess is that JDS and LM didn’t realize the enormity of what they were taking on, or they (and their bosses) seriously underestimated the degree to which they were wholly unprepared.

Behind the cut: what I meant when I said these EPs are not storytellers.

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The Silent War

Sooo…remember the last post s8 fix-it post I made? I wrote a little something for it (I’ll upload it on ao3, too, but I still have to make an account there).

It’s not beta read and I suck at writing stuff in English since it’s not my mother tongue. Please bear with me. :)

(Fic’s under the cut)

Our room is dark, the blinds are shut tight

And everything is still too much outside

When he left it hurt like hell. It felt like Shiro had finally run out of time. He should’ve said something sooner.

There had always been tomorrow, another time, next week, after this mission,when this meeting’s over, promise, I’ll tell him then!

The war had finally, officially ended. But not for them. The universe was in disarray – all the Galra Empire had left in its wake were ruins and ashes of whole worlds burnt to nothing. The war had never stopped and so their duties as Paladins and diplomats of planet Earth continued to tear them apart. Silently. For no one to see. Not even Shiro.

He only felt the sensation of something finally ripping, when it was too late. Keith was gone. By the time they noticed, he was already on the other end of the known universe, fighting off war criminals and rebuilding what was left of civilizations that had taken the brunt of the Empire’s wrath over thousands of years. Somebody had to do it, Shiro told himself again and again. And of course it had to be Keith. This was what he was born for. The stars. If he was completely honest with himself he had always known that the younger man was never meant to stay on the ground with both his feet. The moment he had seen him so many years ago, he had known. Keith was meant to fly and reach for the stars or go crashing down with them.

But it still hurt so much. Because in spite of knowing that this day would come, he still wasn’t prepared to let him go. He wasn’t prepared to lose the man that meant everything to him.

Maybe it had taken him too long to realize what Keith really meant to him. That he couldn’t live without him by his side. There had always been tomorrow, another time, next week… The possibility that there would be a tomorrow without Keith by his side seemed so impossible after all they went through. But maybe that’s what went wrong in the end. Shiro had taken Keith for granted – a constant in his life that would always be there, no matter what. And now it was too late.

It may be over but not tonight

I may be older but I still cry

I can’t stop sleeping in your clothes

You can’t stop calling on the phone

Keith never reacted to any of his text messages. Whether it was because he was busy… or for a whole different reason Shiro didn’t even want to think of, he didn’t know. Silence was all there was between them now. With every unanswered message the hurt sunk deeper into his heart. It festered there and turned into bitterness with every passing month. He felt hollow inside. As Admiral and part of the Terran Delegation there was quite enough work on his hands to keep him busy for most of the day. But every time he’d come back home to a dark apartment and cold sheets he felt like sinking deeper into an all consuming emptiness. He should’ve given up trying to contact Keith by now. He knew that. In fact he should’ve stopped thinking about the other man every waking hour. The only problem was… he didn’t know how. It was all he’d ever done.

Can’t you see I’m in recovery?

Just let it be, I’m in recovery

I’m holding on, I know I’m almost there

Storm reach out and tell me that you care

It stung like a knife to the chest when he found out that he seemed to be the only one who hadn’t heard of Keith for almost a year. He’d met up with Pidge at one point, visited Lance and Allura on New Altea merely two months ago. He’d even made it to congratulate Hunk on his family’s new house in person… The only one who hadn’t seen him ever since he left… was Shiro.

Later he’d wonder if that had been the last straw. If that was what finally broke him. When he found out Keith was back on earth for a few days without telling him, he snapped. He packed all his stuff and left his office like a raging storm. He knew he shouldn’t corner Keith like that. He knew deep down, that it was wrong. Patience yields focus, remember? But he didn’t care for one second. His whole body felt numb, yet at the same time so full of cold anger. He needed answers. Nobody stopped him when he mounted one of the hoverbikes and sped off into the desert. He knew exactly where to find Keith.

When he reached the shack he knew Keith was there, even before he saw the younger man’s pale face in the door frame. He was hurting them. Both of them and Shiro knew. But there was no turning back from this conversation now. There was no way this could go on for any longer. Shiro already felt like crumbling to pieces, he couldn’t stand the silence anymore. At this point he really believed that he couldn’t hurt much more. He’d been through torture and war. He’d survived the pits. He’d survived experimentation and losing his arm. He died and came back… But there was no way he could withstand this.

The moment they started talking Shiro could already tell Keith was closing in on himself, building up walls even he couldn’t tear down anymore. The telltale twitching of his hands, the way his shoulders hunched… Keith was unreadable to most people. Anyone else would’ve thought of him as indifferent to what was going on. Shiro, on the other hand, knew what to look for. He could read Keith like a book. And that’s where the fighting began.

Being shut out felt like a slap in the face. It burnt right down to his very core.

“It’s better this way”, Keith told him. “I’m sorry…”

They screamed at each other. They cried. Two thrashing animals caught in a trap, neither of them ready to go down. Ultimately, it was all in vain. Keith had made his decision, for reasons unknown. He’d take this secret to the grave if he had to. Shiro would never know what drove the former Red Paladin away from him. But his choice was final.

Tears burnt in his eyes, when he turned to leave. He never wanted to do this… But the words bubbled up unbidden, nonetheless.

“Fine… If that’s what you want. I won’t stop you”, he looked back at Keith and saw the exact moment the words registered and hit home. “But don’t expect me to be there when you decide to come back one day.”

That day he had hurt Keith in a way, he’d never forgive himself for. There was no going back from this. The damage had been done. He left without looking back, not expecting Keith to reach out and keep him from leaving. He never did, anyway.

I’m finally sober, I see the light

The worst is over, nobody died

I’m still trying to let you go

Oh baby, please, leave me alone

A brand new war began. One that Shiro wasn’t sure he’d survive – a silent war. No one else could see it, but they could feel it. There was tension wherever Shiro went, hanging in the air around him like thick rain clouds. None of his friends dared saying anything – they all knew. They had to know. Because Keith never showed up to any of their anniversaries on New Altea, again. It was a silent war and this… this was Keith’s way of opening fire. Shiro embraced it. Swallowed it. And then cried it out into the darkness of his empty bedroom, when no one else would hear.

Can’t you see I’m in recovery?

Just let it be, I’m in recovery

I know you wanna say you’re sorry

But I don’t wanna hear that story

Days bled into weeks, weeks bled into months. His heartache wouldn’t fade. Shiro’s chest had become an open wound refusing to heal. When was the last time he had laughed? He didn’t know. All he did these days was work himself into the ground, working overtime for hours on end until he was either too tired to think or fell asleep in his office. That was until he fainted during a meeting. There’s only so much sleep deprivation a human-Galra-hybrid clone body can endure.

When he came to himself again there was a man hovering over him. He remembered him from the Atlas. One of the bridge staff. What was his name again? Carl? Curtis? Curtis.

“Are you alright, Sir?”, he asked.

It’s weird… how things change so fast.

Turned out Curtis was what Shiro needed. For the moment. Talking to him was easy… kissing him was easier. Easy was good for now.

They moved in together after dating for a few months. Shiro proposed after another two or three. Of course Curtis said yes. Everything was easy with him. So why did Shiro feel like he was drowning? Sending the invitations to their wedding earned him a few rounds of interrogation from his friends, especially Allura and Pidge. They’d picked up on what had occurred between him and Keith – mainly because Keith had quite regular meetings with Allura and Lance on New Altea, since he became a senior member of the Blades… At least that’s what Shiro heard. Both of them knew how much Shiro was hurting, but all they could do was give him sympathetic glances. They knew why Keith did what he did. That maybe protecting his own poor heart from potential hurt was what led to them silently tearing each other apart. It hurt to watch.

Of course they sent an invitation to Daibazaal, too. Since none of them knew Keith’s current location, they’d chosen to send it to Krolia instead, knowing Keith would get it, sooner or later. That was Shiro’s counterblow in this cold war between them.

Always thought you’d be the one

Who always needed me

My home, you’d be my home

After the wedding, the silence only grew. As did the emptiness in Shiro’s life. His marriage lasted for a whole 2 years. The time it took them to get divorced included. There were no “I told you so”s from his friends – only support and a lot of hugs. Shiro didn’t know what was worse. Because he himself had known this relationship was meant to crash and burn the moment he had proposed. Maybe before.

He felt terrible. Throwing his own heart in the line of fire because he couldn’t let go of someone who clearly didn’t want him was one thing… Pulling Curtis into this and putting his heart on the line as well, was a whole different thing. Has he always been such a terrible human being? Could this be the reason why Keith left? Because he’d seen how Shiro hurts the people around him on purpose? There was no way of knowing now. Keith was long gone… and yet, he was still everything Shiro ever knew.

Suddenly, your memory

In time is like an enemy, so cold

Five years. It had been five years since the last time they saw each other. Back in Keith’s shack. Shiro’s last words still rang in his ears, loud and clear. It had taken him a year or so, until he realized he’d used the same words Adam had thrown at him, before he’d left for the Kerberos mission. It felt like a lifetime ago. Another thing in a long line of things he regretted voicing or not voicing in front of Keith. It seemed like he never told Keith the most important things. But if he did tell him anything, only the wrong things came out. Things he never wanted anyone to hear. Unfair things.

The universe, as Shiro had known it, was in shambles.

A soft ping was all it took to tilt the universe back into the right direction. It was 3:00 am. An unusual time to get notifications nowadays. Shiro had stepped back from a few positions in the past year, slowly letting others take the reins. It was time for him to go back and teach at the Garrison… Or maybe… Maybe one day he’d see the stars again. He could hear them calling already.

Another ping and he was fully awake. With half lidded eyes a grabbed his phone. The bright orange light was nearly blinding in the darkness of his bedroom. He took one look at the display and nearly dropped the device into his own face. Wha-… Was he dreaming?!

There were two messages glaring back at him, taunting him. This had to be a dream. It had to.

Keith (03:02):

Dear Shiro…. I know I fucked up royally. Fuck, I’m not good at this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s been a while….. But can we maybe talk?

Keith (03:03):

I understand if you don’t want to. I’ll leave you alone if you don’t want to see me. But I… I can’t do this any longer.

Shiro’s heartbeat was deafening. Blood rushed in his ears. He had to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t another cruel dream.

This was happening. This was really happening. It had been five years. Five years of silence.

His fingers moved before he could even register what was happening and pressed “send”.

Shiro (03:05):

Don’t be. We both did a lot of fucking up. We can talk whenever you want.

It took about ten minutes and Shiro was ready to dose off again, when his phone went off. It wasn’t a text message this time. But a video call.

“Hey.”

A single word. It only took a single word… His voice was tinny and rougher than he remembered. His hair had gotten longer. Long enough to be braided actually. There was an edge to his face that hadn’t been there when Shiro last saw him. But it was Keith. Sweet, beautiful Keith.

“Hey”, Shiro replied, his voice raspy and thick with emotions.

They talked. They actually talked. At 3:00 am. Not about what happened between them, not about the reason why Keith left, not about Shiro’s marriage or divorce. But they talked about small things, like Keith’s latest mission or that annoying woman from the canteen who didn’t get the message Shiro was into men. But who could blame her? Ever since Curtis Shiro had never tried dating again.

When they finally hung up it was with the promise of meeting up when Keith got back to earth next month. It was almost 5:00 am. Neither him nor Keith had said it out loud, but it hung between them, so thick it was almost palpable.

“I miss you.”

Can’t you see I’m in recovery?

Meeting Keith after all this time was like finally, finally putting the shards of his universe back together. Like finally laying their weapons down and calling off the war they had started on that fateful day in the shack.

It was awkward at first… until it wasn’t.

One touch, a simple hand on a shoulder kind of touch, was all it took to open the gates to a flood. There were tears. Lots of tears. Tears of joy and sorrow, of forgiveness and apology. Years worth of silence were shattered by a flood of words. Once they started they couldn’t stop. Hugging each other and holding on tight, never wanting to let go ever again.

“I’m so sorry”, whispered Keith in between ugly sobs. “I’m so, so sorry. I thought-… I thought-”

“Shhh”, Shiro tried to calm him, tightening his hold on Keith. But the younger man wasn’t having it.

“No-… No, you have to hear this.”

He leaned back a little until he could look into Shiro’s eyes. His eyes were red and still full of unshed tears.

“I’m sorry I ran”, Keith tried again. This time his voice was steadier. “I didn’t know what to do. I thought… After the war you… You deserved better.”

“Better?”, Shiro frowned. “Better than what?”

“Me.”

At that moment it felt like Shiro’s heart would burst out of his chest.

Before he could say anything Keith continued: “I… I thought after all you’ve been through, you deserved a life far away from war and fights and-… I knew I couldn’t give you this.”

Another sob rocked Keith’s lean body. He’d bulked up a little over the past few years, but he still felt so small and fragile in Shiro’s arms.

“I never wanted to hurt you. But… I was afraid… Of hurting myself.”

There was a moment of silence. But a different kind of silence – a pleasant one. Finally, finally Shiro understood.

“You were trying to protect your heart”, he whispered.

Keith’s eyes went wide for a second. But he nodded nonetheless. There was nothing left for him to lose. He’d lived five years without Shiro by his side… He’d been through hell already. All because he couldn’t just tell Shiro how he felt.

“Well”, the corners of Shiro’s mouth turned up into a soft smile. “there’s no need to. Never was.”

Again Keith’s eyes went wide, his brows rising almost comically high. Slowly, to give him enough time to pull back if that wasn’t what he wanted, Shiro leaned down, until their lips were almost touching.

“I never told you this. I never found the right moment… and then you were gone”, with every word their lips brushed against each other. Keith closed his eyes. “Maybe I can tell you now.”

And with that he closed the distance between them.

Kissing Keith was everything he ever imagined it would be… and still so much more. The soft, warm feeling of his lips, the slow drag of his tongue against Shiro’s bottom lip were intoxicating. He was done for. He knew that the moment he had to lean back and take a breath. He already missed the warmth of Keith’s lips on his.

“I love you.”

The confession left his lips and he couldn’t stop. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Tears filled the younger man’s eyes again.

“I love you, too.”

For the first time in years it felt like there was a silver lining at the horizon.

They could to this. They could make this right. It had taken them five years, but finally, finally the universe seemed whole again.

The war of silence was finally over.

Song: “Recovery” by LP

I want to see Keith become happy.

I don’t know English very well. Let’s just hope the message goes straight. 

<3 Love this! (Korean sound effects are the best) 휙!

I will miss you boys.

Sometimes people like to write things about florist’s shops.  Here are two things you need to know, the most egregiously wrong things.

1. It makes no fucking sense to sketch out a bouquet before you make it.  Every individual flower is different in a way that cannot really be adjusted the way other building materials can be adjusted, and each individual bouquet is unique.  Just put the fucking flowers together.

2. No one — in months and months of working at the flower shop — has ever cared what the flower/color of the flower means.  No one’s ever asked.  It’s just not something people tend to care about outside of fiction and it’s certainly not something most florists know.  You know what florists know?  What looks good and is thematically appropriate.

Here’s an actual list of the symbology of flowers, as professionals use it:

Yellow – for friends, hospitals Pink – girls, girlfriends, babies, bridesmaids Red – love Purple – queens White – marriage and death (DO NOT SEND TO HOSPITALS) Pink and purple – ur mum Red, orange, and yellow – ur mum if she’s stylish Red, yellow, blue – dudes and small children Blue and white – rare, probably a wedding Red and white – love for fancy bitches

Here are what the flowers actually mean to a florist:

The Fill It Out flowers:

Carnations – fuck u these are meaningless filler-flowers, not even your administrative assistant likes them, show some creativity Alstroemeria – by and large very similar to carnations but I like them better Tea roses – cute and lil and come several to a stalk, a classy filler flower Moluccella laevis – filler flower but CHOICE Delphinium – not as interesting as moluccella but purple so okay I guess Blue thistle – FUCK YEAH, some fucking textural variety at last!  you’re getting this for a dude, aren’t you? Chrysanthemums – barely better than carnations but better is still better Gladiolus – ooh, risky business, someone understands the use of the Y-axis, very good

Focal points:

Long-stem roses – yeah whatever Lilies – LBD, looks good with everything, get used as often as possible Hydrangeas – thirsty fuckers, divas of the flower world and rightly so, treat them right and they make you look good Gerbera daisies – the rose’s hippie cousin, hotter but no one admits it Peonies – CHA-CHING, everybody’s absolute favorite but you need guap Orchids – if this isn’t for a wedding you’re probably trying too hard but they’re expensive so keep ordering them

You know what matters?  THE CUSTOMER’S BUDGET.  THAT’S TELLING.

-$20 – if you’re not under 12, fuck off, get your sugar something else $30 – good for bouquets but an arrangement will be lame $40 – getting there, there’s something that can be done with that.  you can get some gerbs or roses with that and not have them look stupidly solo. $50 to $70 – tolerable $80 – FINALLY.  It sounds elitist but this really is the basic amount of money you should expect to spend on an arrangement that matters.  That’s your Mother’s Day arrangement.  You’re probably not going to spend $80 on a bouquet. $90 to $130 – THE GOOD SHIT, you’re likely to get some orchids $130+  – Weddings and death.  This amount of money gets you a memorial arrangement or a handmade bridal bouquet.  Don’t spend this on a Mother’s Day or a Babe I Love You arrangement, buy whosits a massage or something.

Miscellaneous:

Anyway that’s flowers.

this is magnificent and I love hearing about ppl job feilds

Artist : @mo103_

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Heart sound

“I love you,Keith.” “I love you,too,mom.”

Fic Rec Friday

The thing I love most about Sheith is their unshakeable devotion to one another, even as their roles drastically shifted throughout the series.

Keith was surly and defiant, so primed by a lifetime of loss and abandonment that it was easier to set fire to his own future than risk trying and failing. Shiro, though, was seemingly the polar opposite: happy, confident, kind, and destined for greatness. We know now that even that wasn’t quite true, between his disease and his breakup with Adam, but Shiro tackled that adversity in a way Keith wasn’t yet equipped to. I wonder, sometimes, if Keith would have even survived the path he was on without Shiro’s intervention. Maybe so, but it would have been a lonely, miserable life.

And then things changed. As Keith was coming into himself, Shiro was losing himself; as Keith was assembling the missing pieces of his identity, Shiro’s was broken into pieces. It’s incredible that Shiro even survived his own mind after so much death and trauma. Without Keith, he wouldn’t have.

That’s kind of what today’s recs are about. The fics range from pre- to post-canon (so far) and all are centered on the pair’s devotion to one another, despite every obstacle fate, Joaquim, and Lauren throw at them. Be prepared for feels.

And, please, as always, remember to let the author’s know you loved their work by leaving a comment. For even more fics, check out my Sheith AUs rec list!

Voltron: Legendary Defender - Keith/Shiro

And We Could Touch the Sun by @miaoujones​, “Why did you do it?” The tightness in his chest makes Shiro feel short of breath but he pushes on, holding Keith’s gaze. “Why did you save me, after.” Keith doesn’t interrupt him, but Shiro stops there anyhow. His gaze slips from Keith’s eyes to his cheek, to the scar burned into his face. (Teen, 3k).

Finding Time for Rest (Part 1 of Finding Time to Rest) by @legendaryroar​​, Keith finally gets some time to see Shiro only to find him looking dead on his feet. He won’t stand for this. Shiro needs rest, and Keith will make him get some even if it means kidnapping him from the Garrison. (Teen, 3k).

Last to Know by @paintedrecs​​​​, It took a while for Keith to identify the feeling that rushed through his chest every time he saw Shiro: when Shiro caught his eye from the opposite end of the mess hall, when Keith saw him smiling in groups of other junior officers, when any of the cadets spoke Shiro’s name with a reverence that proved they didn’t know anything beyond the poster boy’s glowing reputation. Happiness. If this was what friendship felt like, Keith was finally starting to understand why everyone made such a big deal out of it. *** When Keith first met Shiro, he had no idea how dramatically his life was about to change—or how crucial Shiro would become to every aspect of it…. Shiro, who wouldn’t stop dying. (Teen, 39k).

nothing stopping us by @belovedsheith​​​, Shiro has a question he’s afraid to ask. Keith has nightmares he’s afraid to mention. They really, really need to talk. (Sheith Angst Week Day 7: Nightmares) (Teen, 1k).

the spaces that divide us by @eternal-heatstroke​, CW: Graphic Violence; In retrospect, Shiro feels sick that he took some sort of twisted pride from being put in this position. Proud to be piloting his first deep-space mission, proud to be the youngest pilot the Garrison had ever seen, proud to be one of the first people to see Kerberos and Pluto with his own eyes. He’s achieved more than he ever thought possible for himself in this moment, overcoming his own body to make it happen and severing his ties to Earth. The truth of the matter is that he’s terrified. Shiro can pretend it is pride motivating him until the day he dies, but the what if picks at him, chiseling him down slowly, so slowly. (Mature, 6k).

two of fixed points by @okwtr​​, So why the Garrison, Shiro asks, then, casually picking up a French fry. Why here, is what he means, why here specifically where he’d landed himself in Shiro’s life and turned it upside-down, why here where he’d quietly and unobtrusively inserted himself in the spaces between Shiro’s ribs. Keith hadn’t happened to Shiro in the same way as most other things that have changed his life so irrevocably. He’d snuck up on Shiro like a peculiar stray cat, there and then there in Shiro’s life, taking up more and more room. If Shiro were the type to ascribe wholeheartedly to soulmates, then he’d put it all on the universe, that Keith had ended up here. Chalk it up to Fate, all the incidents in their lives that had brought them to this point of reality, sitting together in a booth at a burger joint as Keith steals his fries. (Perhaps he still might. It’s a pretty idea, that everything that’s happened to them has conspired to lead them here. Sometimes Keith turns wide, violet-grey eyes on Shiro and he’s willing to believe in the magnetic pull of this firebright boy.) (Teen, 31k).

a year without rain by @belovedsheith​​​, Keith’s got a hell of a wall up. Some people take that as a personal challenge and try to jump over or bash a hole straight through. But every time they get inside, they find him already gone. And then there’s Shiro, who doesn’t try to demolish him. Shiro never pushes his way into places he’s not invited. Shiro just leans up against the wall and chats with Keith through the cracks, as if he’s in no hurry to see him up close. As if he likes Keith just fine, fortress and all. For the first time, Keith’s thinking about coming out to join him. (In which Keith enters the Garrison and becomes unexpectedly beloved.) (Explicit, 10k).

your axis on a tilt by @larkscape​​, “For Shiro, Kerberos is a goal almost in reach. Keith can see it every time the subject comes up. Shiro brightens, focuses like a beam of sunlight through a lens, all his attention coming to bear on flight hours and training exercises and Sam Holt’s leading the mission, Keith, they’ve already decided; have you met Sam yet? You’ll like him. His smile shines bright enough to light up the whole barracks complex. Keith’s not getting in the way of that. No one should. Shiro belongs in that pilot seat.” Keith isn’t great with feelings, his own or other people’s, and he isn’t great with people leaving. Unfortunately, both keep happening to him. (General, 3k).