#loneblde

     Life, as it is, was hard enough without all the complications of living alone. It had been hard to convince his family to let him move out of the house to study something they didn’t believe would be suitable for him, and it had been hard for him to get a job that would actually be enough for him to live without dying of hunger. 

     But no, life had more to give him. 

     The hits didn’t hurt as much as they did at first. He didn’t know why they kept punching blows at him, he didn’t have anything to give them, maybe that was the reason why they were so angry at him. 

     He was so tired. College was tiring and work was even more exhausting. Why couldn’t he have a rest? He wasn’t even protecting himself as the guys kept the hits going. They were laughing, finding his misery amusing. What a sorry spectacle he was giving. 

     Suddenly his body fell to the ground. he heard noises, hits, and punches, a couple of insults. He was disoriented, enough for him to not know what was happening around him. And then, a single hand and a voice asked him if he was alright.

❛      be   careful  !      don’t   let   those   things   get   too   close  !      they’re   a   lot   tougher   than   they   look.      ❜

“Get out.” The commander started as he stayed in his office, The mans tone was cold and distant, Few have heard this tone. It... was getting better, dealing with Adam’s death and moving on, even if he was still volatile.

“But Commander Shiro-” Cam the other’s reply, A yell was followed shortly as something collided with the wall near the door. 

                                       “GET OUT!” 

Takashi bellowed as he stood up and glared harshly at the other, his teeth bared in his anger. A low growl was pulled from his lips as the man in question seemed to scatter and  rush out of Shiro’s office. 

Sighing heavily, the man plopped down in his chair and bowed his head; He had to get his temper under control. He was driving himself to ruin if he kept up this poor excuse of a coping mechanism. Maybe he needs to go out and drink. It’s not the best way to cope but it does the job. He doesn’t hear the footsteps before his door  opened again. 

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                                                she understands more than she likes.

              anger has always been so much easier to slip into, a nature that comes as secondary to her as leadership and command. and though anger was more of her sibling in red’s nature ( war painted fangs and bloodied claws! ), it has bled into her. she knows anger very well. she understands ANGER, understands how comforting it can be to put one’s drive into such incredible focus and put BLAME where it should not have been. a memory sparks of zarkon’s first DEATH ( oh bright star! ) and how GRIEF was so overwhelming. if only for such a brief moment before anger overwhelms her, drives her attention and sharpens her mind to HATE a certain alchemist for making her star fall in love. the sorrow was only masked, hidden beneath guise of ferocity. 

              another memory emerges. of the words and whispers, the CURSES of stars and planets, the very beings that roam her skies ( decimated by war! ). the death of a planet that should not have because of her NEGLIGENCE and love blinded youth. was it not easier then to be angry at FATE for plucking her from the constellation in which she hailed from, if only to weighed down by a DESTINY ( a burden! ) so heavy as to make a star plummet from heavens above? 

              her gaze shifts from the stars above and to the paladin beside her, one that she has yet to call her own. but to CONNECT means to give up a part of herself just as he has done. ❝ it is, isn’t it? ❞ yet anger could be a POISON, couldn’t it? ❝ but, sometimes it’s necessary to be sad even if we don’t want to. ❞

                                                                    a pause.

* don’t starters

     “ I’m glad you’re feeling better, but you still need to take things easy. You only just got out of the hospital. ”  Concern marking his features, Shiro leans forward and offers out his hand to help Keith up. They’ve only been sparring for about ten minutes, but he’s ALREADY managed to knock the Paladin to the floor --- a feat that hasn’t been that simple in years. It says a lot about the condition he’s in, and it confirms to Shiro that Keith, and all the rest of the Paladins for that matter, are going to have to ease themselves back into things.

being back took adjusting to, for shiro—- A LOT of adjusting to. from the quiet, to the STILLNESS, to the settling sense of normalcy which quite honestly felt ironically unnatural—-sometimes shiro felt like he was gripping at straws, gripping onto a reality he didn’t understand because his life for the past few years have been filled with pain and war and confusion and now he’s been morbidly reborn to live it all again through a vessel so foreign to him. despite being back on earth, a familiar and somewhat stable environment, shiro still felt displaced and far away from everything he understood. being back was NICE, but it wasn’t the same, the pieces that once fit together had been worn away into misshaped forms that no longer made sense together. there was only one constant he was sure of and as ashamed as he was for putting all the pressure on one person, it was a no brainer as to why he did. Keith. probably one of the most constant things in his life since they’ve met and shiro didn’t know if he wanted to thank him or apologize to Keith for all he’s done.

with his prosthetic hand, shiro lightly tapped on the door to the younger’s quarters. now that things have somewhat passed, shiro wanted to understand where the other was at. from what shiro’s observed, Keith had a tendency to absorb and dwell on situations more than was necessarily healthy, but shiro was neither innocent from that, maybe he just disguised it differently. ″KEITH—-″ his voice was low, questioning, uncertain, all his discombobulated feelings presented in one word—- his name. ″can i come in?″  shiro wanted to talk.

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