#rcbelde

       softly ,  redhead   tucks  back  a   few  stray   locks ,  idly  nuzzling   against   her   resting   pilot ;  normally —- watching   someone   while   they   sleep  could   easily   be   found   creepy , but   lioness   can’t   help   but   hold  serene   expression   that   comes   with   his   slumber   dear . 

 “ So anyway I’d totally suck Shiro’s dick if he asked me to that boy...”

"I am considering on leaving voltron right now"

       “What do you THINK you are doing?!”

     “What? This giant Toblerone? OF COURSE it’ll come in handy! In case I’m hungry, ya know. –or need to beat some guys up. It makes the perfect weapon! Judge all you want, but don’t come crying to me when you want my help.”

{    He’s been staring at whatever for a while now, arms crossed, leaning      against the wall and just thinking. Just thinking. That introspection has      driven him in circles before, always coming right back to a question      mark, a dash instead of a dot. Something missing, something wrong,      something - something –

     A voice, a name, and he blinks. Snapped from his thoughts, his gaze      readjusts on Keith. Remembers where he is, readjusts.    }

       Perhaps it was his presence alone , that was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Or maybe its how her breath becomes held captive within her lungs when he approaches her. Cheeks instantly brimming in the softest shades of a rosy pastel pink ; bangs currently being brushed out of the way and replaced by the tender press of the small kiss. A small display of affection , that meant a thousand words whenever it came from him. The unspoken meanings she heard ever so clearly. The unspoken “i miss yous” that go unsaid , as the truth of their nature is understood from both sides. 

      Worn &. scared finger tips brush against those that duplicate the same worn scars of her own. The battle scars that they wore proudly for the world to see. A symbol on how they survived everything they’ve endured until this point , and how they’ll continue to fight for their future to come. Tales to last a life time. The small , red box becomes exchanged in a clumsy matter , to only them. If someone was to watch from an outside perceptive , it would go unnoticed. Lips curl upwards in just the smallest fraction of the way as the box is flipped from angle to angle between her fingers. Of course though, it would be her favorite treat. And the fact alone that he pays attention to small details like this , warms her incredibly. 

                                                   “ Thank you…. ”

      Even though her words are soft , her smile grows a little wider , and crimson colored hues flickered upwards to meet his own gaze. You can tell she’s thinking about something , the thought twinkles in her eye. 

“ Its funny that ya’ gave me pocky though … ya’ realize that at home , the day of my birthday also falls on the day of POCKY DAY. There’s even a game we play with the pocky … ”