@greenroar / sc *
‘ wh what are you looking at ? ’ cue a petal of indignation blossoming forwards, gaze determined not shy away from glare. ( MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE HE FEEL FRAYED / BROKEN / STRIPPED DOWN ! ) even still decorated in armour, keith feels starkingly open to the others around him, something he’d believed accustomed to when nights were long an empty lion grew cold. ‘ something wrong ? ’











