#keith muse

acts of dominance | still accepting

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@insomniacourt

Just breathe...

Easier said than done. Keith wraps his arms tightly around himself while he tries to ground himself again. His vision is too sharply focused, too much light in the room, and he can feel the tension in his jaw when he bites his lip. The prick of fangs on his skin makes him jump, and he feels so very not-human in that moment he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Keith,” Lotor tries again, moving in close. “Breathe.” It’s a command, and yet something much more; it pulls at Keith’s instincts to obey it. 

Lotor presses his fingers into the nape of Keith’s neck, and instead of the bottom dropping out on him again, Keith feels he’s come back to the right gravity. He drags in a shaky breath, pulling air into his lungs until there’s no more room. It whooshes out of him too quickly, but at least he’s trying.