♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
The explosion comes out of nowhere.
One moment he and Lotor are fighting enemies back to back, the two of them weaving around each other like clockwork as they cut down Galra soldiers, and the next they are being catapulted dozens of meters away, debris spraying everywhere. Keith flies along the plateau until he finally skids to a stop near the edge of the battlefield. The acrid smell of charred metal and burning flesh drowns his senses as he attempts to rise. He has to get back up before someone else picks him as easy prey.
Keith spits out a curse through gritted teeth as he tries to put weight on his left leg, a sharp pain piercing his ankle. Fuck… The wounded joint gives and he crumples back down to the ground… or he would have if not for Lotor. The Galtean wraps an arm around his torso to hold him steady, and Keith can only blink at him in surprise. “ w-what… what are you doing?? ” he stammers, eyes widening to the size of moons as Lotor proceeds to lift him up with ease.
@ostrinusastorum | manhanding starters
