#celestialtype

               Though he will not fully acknowledge it, he has become worn. Tired beyond recognition. More tired than he can even REMEMBER. It’s as if his soul is unsure what to do with itself and so he is grappling at the jagged edges of his very being, of the patchwork mess that resembles his identity. There are few people that he has allowed into his little world, few people who have any weight on his being —— so many things feel SO INSIGNIFICANT to him that sometimes he just forgets, because he has learned to only keep the things that are truly important close to him. Close to his heart. Few things stay near him. Fewer people stay near him. Keith does not remember many of his classmates from the Galaxy Garrison and it is not out of malice or arrogance that he forgets them, it is just one of many ( perhaps bad ) habits that he had formed over the years. don’t hold onto people so tightly.

                            Shiro, though. Shiro he REMEMBERS, Shiro he has always remembered, Shiro he holds close, Shiro changed everything.

                                                                         And so he is gone.

                  Fate is unkind and the universe is cruel and he feels BEREFT, standing before the Black Lion, remembering the words that Shiro had spoken to him. I want you to lead Voltron. Well, Shiro, what if he doesn’t want to? What if he does not feel the compulsion to be the LEADER of their strange team, of something that feels horrifically like a family. What if the Black Lion only responded to him, then on that alien planet in what feels like another lifetime ago, because he was DESPERATE. Because its true Paladin was in danger?

                   ( he feels red in his mind, constantly. can feel her pressing, can feel her feeling, can feel her aggression and her impatience and her worry and her EVERYTHING and they are intertwined, inexorably. he cannot bear the idea of parting from her, strangely, and he does not know when this attachment formed but he knows that it is reciprocated, that she has become COVETOUS with him. )

                     So he stares up ( and up and up and up ) at the Black Lion and aches. He does not mourn because he KNOWS BEYOND EXPLAINING that Shiro is alive, somewhere. That he is out there, somewhere in the vast unknown of space. Shiro isn’t dead. Keith thought he died once, and he won’t make that mistake again. The problem is FINDING HIM. He is not in mourning. He cannot be.

symbol meme ;; accepting 

✖: punching them

the SHOCK of the hit jolted him to attention; it was not the swelling power of quintessence, but rather like the HUMILIATION of a mother scolding her child.

 ‘you d a r e place a hand on me, PRINCESS?’ his voice remains low, a vocalized EARTHQUAKE. his voice is a force to be reckoned with, as much a physical part of him as his clawed hands that r e a c h for allura.