#koliran

I’m okay with basically all ships! tho I apologize because I have literally never written either of these two

7 - a kiss to shut them up

“The princess is still resting and the other paladins will be in the pods for another varga,” Coran lists, tugging on the end of his mustache. “Only Shiro is awake, and the Black Lion took the brunt of the attack. If any of their forces return, we’ll be completely defenseless – ” A broad hand settles on his shoulder and, with a gentle force, turns him around. Before he can finish his sentence, a second hand cups his jaw and warm lips are pressed to his. His eyes shoot wide in surprise but only for a moment. He reaches his hand up to curve over Kolivan’s cheek and closes his eyes. It’s a brief kiss, chaste, but it reroutes Coran’s thoughts from his earlier panic. When they separate, Kolivan rests his forehead against Coran’s and keeps his hands where they’re framing Coran’s face. Together, it serves as a sort of blinders, keeping Coran’s focus on Kolivan’s steady gold eyes instead of the empty control room around them. “If they return, the Blade will protect you,” he says, low and even. “You cannot serve your team if you are distracted by potentialities. Breathe.” Coran exhales a little laugh and leans into his partner. Kolivan shifts so that his hands rest on his hips, overlapping in the back. He uses the new grip to pull Coran closer to his chest, and Coran resituates as well. Like this, he can hear the steady thump of Kolivan’s heart and feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath. “No matter what happens,” Kolivan says, “you do not face this alone.”