catch-all

[spaceassassin]

WHO: Keith + "friends"
WHERE: The Netherworld...? LISTEN. All over.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Event shenanigans + other
WARNINGS: Language??


( ooc: if you'd like to do something with keith ( doesn't have to be event-related! ), feel free to PM, msg/add sevenhelpings or wildcard your own! )

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......WHAT IS GOING ON LMAO

[constellational]

⟪ oh, for the love of all that is unholy. keith baby. please. there’s only so much shiro can go through before he just dies again. it’s almost funny, the way a potential girlfriend doesn’t even cross his mind. like it’s really, literally just a matter of first and second. shiro might have been utterly charmed under different circumstances, though at the moment, he doesn’t possess the ability to feel exasperated, however fond. he’s stunned speechless, mouth opened on words that won’t come out, empty-handed. is he… is he actually looking for a nice girl to kiss, holy—

the sprites seem oddly appeased. shiro isn’t, because no, keith, you don’t get it, and he’s left reeling on his own jumbled thoughts, a hollow and very unpleasant growth in his chest. it’s more akin to loss than flowers, though it’s not exactly that, either. beyond the initial confusion, shiro’s dismayed senses finally kick in, pushing him to react before he can properly think things through.

he reaches for him. stretches his arm and catches his hand, one foot still firmly rooted to the ground, mistletoe dangling above. and he pulls, motion swift, grip gentle. he pulls and forces him to pivot, back in his space as his chest lightly bumps against his, and for a fraction of a second, when eyes catch and hold, shiro blanches, faint tendrils of uncertainty making him freeze and stare. it’s only just a few seconds, though it feels like a small eternity; his heart isn’t where it should be, beating higher where it’s a little painful to swallow, and slowly, slowly, shiro leans down, fingertips landing airy on keith’s jaw.

his lips briefly hover over keith’s, lashes drifting lower… until they finally touch, lightly pursed as shiro’s limbs instantly mollify, his senses deafened by his heartbeat.

his cheeks burn, and he fully closes his eyes. ⟫

as if you didn't know

[spaceassassin]

[ odd. the sprites are the ones who have gone quiet and patient, whereas – judging by the firmness of that clasping hand – it’s shiro who has decided to be the roadblock in keith’s very helpful, very ingenious plan. for the love of – shiro! keith’s not upset, not really, but he does feel the tiniest speck of annoyance to be thwarted, again, by someone who, seemingly, can’t make up his mind. he’s redirected right back into shiro’s space and it’s there, in the one, two seconds he has before he looks, that he thinks he ought to start bracing for another lecture about how firsts and affection are meant to be special.

yeah. well. if shiro wants keith to have a special memory of his first kiss, then why wouldn’t shiro be the prime candidate? if not shiro then who? maybe it’s supposed to be weird because shiro is his best friend but all in all, keith doesn’t feel off-put at all due to it being shiro. he’s awkward and uncertain, because he figures it’s shiro who is inwardly wrinkling his nose and thinking no ( or shouting it, too, actually ).

but then he looks up right as fingers brush at his jaw and there, just like that, the inner turmoil goes quiet. oh, no lecture, then. that’s the last of his thoughts. shiro leans down and keith forgets how to do anything: close his eyes, breathe, tilt his face. shiro’s hesitance is legitimate, because wow, with the way keith goes still as a board, he likely isn’t the most pleasant thing to be kissing. or maybe he isn’t so horrible, because rather than a half-tick peck, shiro lingers and keeps gentle pressure, eyes sliding shut.

slowly, moment by moment, the anxiety drains and while keith never relaxes enough to slow that galloping of his heartbeat, he does give himself over completely by, too, drooping his eyes shut. this is – nice. unsurprising. most everything is nice when shiro is worked into the equation. it’s just… keith’s never thought much of kissing. breathing against each other’s faces and swapping spit, ugh, it’s been a concept bordering on gross. granted, lips remain sealed here. and it’s, yeah, nice.

so nice, that keith thinks little of the sprites or how they’ve likely honored the gods long enough now. in fact, that slowed down feeling for the world around them abruptly ramps up. soft and demure one moment and then heat sings in his blood, like addiction forms to make up for long years of abstinence. there’s a shift, whether by him or shiro or maybe even entirely imagined, but keith thinks he feels shiro start to pull away and he panic grabs him by the sweater – both hands having worked their way there. he pushes up on his toes next, increasing the pressure and it’s… probably a terrible kiss. who wants someone mashing their tightly shut lips harder to theirs? keith doesn’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t know what he’s feeling, either, truthfully. but he likes this. and he’s loathes the thought of it ending just yet. ]