#keith 01

com: @kthwell .

Qualquer um que fosse até o coreto de Afrodite estava buscando algo relacionado ao amor. Fosse um encontro com alguém para dar uns beijos, ou jogar alguns dracmas na fonte de Eros para pedir sorte nos assuntos amorosos. Não que Isabella não precisasse disso, ela era péssima quando se tratava de assuntos do coração, mas, definitivamente, não era por isso que estava ali. Não apenas por ser uma caçadora e qualquer relação romântica estar terminantemente proibida, mas também porque sabia que a única pessoa com quem esperaria um dia se acertar, não a perdoaria nem se a própria Afrodite viesse lhe pedir pessoalmente. Estava ali apenas procurando por uma amiga que, segundo a fama que a seguia, frequentava bastante o coreto. Não pretendia, no entanto, encontrar aquele que, justamente, era o motivo pelo qual ela nunca pisaria naquele lugar com segundas intenções. De todas as pessoas daquele acampamento, o lugar tinha que estar justamente vazio e a única alma viva ser Keith? Izzy ficou parada, encarando-o por alguns segundos, a boca entreaberta, tanto pelo choque, quanto porque queria dizer algo, mas não sabia o quê. Aliás, deveria dizer algo? O que dizer a alguém que você abandonou há quase dez anos e não se veem desde então? Não sabia se por influência do lugar onde estava, o seu coração batendo inquieto ou pela cara de pau - talvez os três juntos - mas lá estava ela, indo na direção dele. Respirou fundo e forçou um sorriso, que murchou no mesmo instante. — Oi Keith. — Começou, só porque precisava dizer algo. Não que sua mente estivesse organizada o suficiente para lhe ajudar com o que dizer a seguir. — Quanto tempo... Como você está? — Seria melhor ter ficado calada.

He hadn’t anticipated being alone in the city and it looked like that particular hunch was right.

At a glance, there was not much to distinguish this individual, outside of the fact that he had so pointedly followed Thace past a distinctive shift in the architecture- this seemed to be some sort of industrial sector, and it was not nearly so hard to find an empty street. Without the crowds that had slowed down his would-be pursuer, he drew close enough for Thace to get a better look at him.

Human. Wiry, athletic- not a cub, but a youngling. And unlike most of the creatures in this city, there was an unmistakable recognition- and enmity- in the way he was regarding Thace.

Some time ago, Prorok had detained a trio of bounty hunters- those lured in by his promised reward. While the commander had been more interested in the paladins’ destination, the group had also surrendered descriptions of the pilots.

If he was not mistaken, this would be the red paladin, then- the one that had made a personal assassination attempt on Zarkon. To think that he was scarcely more than a child. Recklessness- the kind of recklessness to go charging into an alleyway after an obvious enemy. 

Thace’s hand rests on the hilt of his replacement weapon- a nearly idle gesture, and in doing so, it effectively conceals the wood texture at their respective distance.

It was almost like looking a mirror image of himself… except this guy was taller and wore more colour. He recognised him, though, not just because of their uncanny resemblance but when Nico had first arrived in the city, this guy… he couldn’t remember his name, had pretty much grabbed him and… claimed him to be his son.

Now, Nico di Angelo was a demigod and demigods always wound up in strange situations.

That… was definitely the weirdest experience of his life.

He’d made eye contact with the other male—not on purpose, of course and he felt the heat rise up his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Well, he’d better say something now… he had been caught staring at him.

“Welcome to Eternity. We take in souls who have passed and have no worlds to return to.”

The words resonated in his mind, repeating over and over again like a broken record. Eternity… souls who have passed… none of it made any sense to him. His heart hammered in his chest but with a few deep breaths, Shiro managed to bring himself into a state of focus. Calm, relax… this was not the time panic.

He had to find the others.

Glancing to his right, he picked up his discarded helmet and slipped it on, instantly trying to communicate with his team. “Hey, guys… are you there?” Silence. “Keith? Lance?” More silence, followed by a small, frustrated groan from the Black Paladin. “Hunk? Pidge? Allura, Coran… anyone?” Nothing but the faint static buzzing around his head as he failed to reach anyone. “Damn it…” He pulled the helmet off and studied his unfamiliar surroundings.

The girl’s earlier words were still on his mind but he forced himself to press forward. He had to find someone, anyone. He couldn’t be alone in this place, he just couldn’t.

This was a dream, right? It had to be.

No, not a dream. Dreams were often pleasant, sometimes they were exciting in a good way. This… was definitely not a dream. In fact, it was on par with a nightmare… except deep down he knew that it was in fact, reality.

To make matters worse, he didn’t even know where he was, why he was here or who brought him here. His head felt muzzy, the strange man on the screen in that lab seemed rather vague with details or maybe Yuuri wasn’t really listening, instead his thoughts racing about what exactly happened to him. And so, he had stepped outside, wandered around for a little while and encountered an array of bubbles.

Hundreds of them, bouncing along the sidewalk of an area he was completely unfamiliar with. Brown eyes scanned the area, hoping that maybe, just maybe he’d see someone he knew… just someone who could explain what—

A bubble bounced off his head and landed upon his palms as he held his hands out to catch it. The bubble didn’t pop… instead it remained there, intact as a multitude of bubbles bounced off and surrounded him quicker than he expected.

“Ah, um… excuse me!” He called out, catching sight of a stranger up ahead. The bubbles kept falling and soon Yuuri found himself in a very unfortunate situation. “I’m very sorry but… I think I’m stuck?”