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Sendak could barely contain his excitement as he flew the small ship over the gigantic snowy forest, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the ship controls. His golden eyes darted around the landscape, trying his best to keep his eye out for the landing spot.

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Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes. | acceptingA loud happy grumble of a purr rose in Sendak’s chest as he reached forward to welcome Keith into his arms. He leaned down a bit to run his rough tongue through Keith’s hair on instinct, making soft purring sounds as he did. He wished he still had his tail so he could comfort Keith even more. Oh well.

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It took a moment for Sendak to process what Keith had said to him cause really? He thought that? Sendak closed his bright yellow eyes for a moment before sighing and kneeling down to face Keith, setting his hand on the young galra’s shoulder. “Keith.. Listen to me. You’re not a failure! Look at all you’ve done with your life so far! You’ve been able to help form voltron, you’ve fought a countless number of enemies, and you were able to beat the trials in one try! I had to do it four times!”

His hands on both her shoulders are enough of an indication that she’s CLEARLY not looking where he wants her attention to be, so she lets him angle her until she’s facing the direction he intends, and then completely ignores that and looks up over her shoulder at him. 

“Could’a just pointed, but okay.” Ella’s gaze returns to where Lucifer’s pointed look told her she should be, and then she stops. “Okay, and?”

Even his smooth voice, with familiar English cadences GRATED on her, but instead of saying so, she clenched her fists, nails set into the flesh of her palm.

“Peachy keen, jelly bean!” She does her best impression of Mona, right down to her tone and vernacular. He doesn’t need to know her cousin for that to be a bigger indicator that everything was not, in fact, peachy keen. There’s no indication whatsoever whether he was going to make things better or worse. Track history indicated WORSE, but that hardly stopped either of them if they were determined in something, anything.

Steph can’t handle being kept in the dark, can’t abide not KNOWING things, so being kept away NOW, when she felt at her most uneasy, was not helping anything. It had been over a week since Lucifer had asked her to butt out, and the resentment was building up, as it was prone to do. Between Pierce and Lucifer, the only thing stopping Steph from leaving California was her responsibility to the museum she’s currently working with.

“You’d better have something or you’d better FUCK OFF.” Information. Food. Cigarettes. SOMETHING.

Oh, and it feels GOOD. Their relationship is a precariously balanced series of denials and one-ups, and this time she had managed to render THE DEVIL speechless. Even if it was just for a few moments, it felt like a win, and that was priceless.

"GOOD." Her tone is unwavering, eye contact equally confident, but she can't fight the smile: she was far too pleased with herself. "It's about time I ruined something of yours. I'm sure you can live without it. Now, you were saying?"