#matthholt

The mess hall was somewhat populated between new and familiar faces.  However, Shiro’s attention were divided between Matt, who was sitting in front of him, and their mutual friends sitting beside them.  Shuffling around the broccoli on his plate, Shiro finally decided to stab one and bring it into his mouth.  However, between the idle chatter of their mutual friends, Shiro’s eyes locked onto Matt as he swallowed the chewed broccoli in his mouth.

“So,” he attempted to causally bring up, “there’s rumors that an actual expedition into outer space is being assembled.  Nothing solid yet, but there’s definitely been talk.”

IN A UNIVERSE WHERE EVERYONE IS BORN WITH NUMBERS ON THEIR WRISTS COUNTING DOWN TO WHEN THEY’LL MEET THEIR SOULMATE, SEND ME 00:00:00 FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO THEIR NUMBERS HITTING ZERO WHEN THEY MEET YOURS || open

The fact that his timer was still counting down while he was in a space was a conundrum for Lance. This meant that he was going to go back to Earth in that time, or he’d meet his soulmate while travelling through the galaxies fighting the war. Lance wasn’t sure what excited him more.

He had allowed himself to forget himself about the countdown, especially when the stakes were getting higher, so when he looked down at his wrist one morning to see that it was the day, he was definitely taken aback.

On that day, he didn’t think anything could overcome the overwhelming feeling of relief knowing that Matt Holt had been rescued and brought back to Pidge, safe and sound. He didn’t think as soon as the two would meet face to face, that both of their timers would stop.

► — Lay your head in my muse’s lap!

EXHAUSTED, she crawled onto the couch adjacent to her brother who, up until now, had been indulging in some ANCIENT space program; with keen interest she squinted at the FLICKERING screen; it was getting late && really she should’ve been in bed but Katie had always been good at PERSUADING him to let her stay up a little longer.