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[It's... it's been a while. That's really the only thought Keith can safely consider as the mission begins. The Blade and Voltron collaborate, of course, but they've been running in different parts of the galaxy, trying to maximize what resources they have. So it's been quite a while since he's seen the others, since he's been back to the Castle or even closer than a brief video call across the lightyears.
He's had a lot of time to think, really, a lot of time to himself to ruminate on thoughts that he tries his very best to bat away. Thoughts that are wrapped up in emotions and feelings that Keith doesn't really know how to untangle at all. Not surprising. It's never really been his strong suit. As intense as his emotions can be, as volatile, they tend to get the better of him rather than he of them. It's the same old story.
And maybe that's why, he realizes, he always reacted so strongly to Lance. It was too much, too complicated, to try to unravel the varying feelings the other boy drew out in him -- exasperation and confusion, sure, but something warmer and softer, in those rare and precious moments when they were drowning in their own manufactured tension. After some time apart he's finally realized where that tension comes from, on his side.
Which makes things way too complicated. Because how the hell is he supposed to deal with having feelings for Lance, falling for Lance, when Lance... well. When he's watched Lance literally flirt his way through the universe girl by girl. But here's Keith and his stupid traitor heart feeling this way anyway.
He's torn, therefore, when it's him and Lance sent off in the Red Lion on this particular joint mission. Part of him has missed the other so much it's a relief to see him again. Part of him is so twisted up that he doesn't know which way to go. So he focuses on the mission. He's quieter than usual, even. Focus. Keep to their orders, keep to what needs to be done. It's fine.
Until the whole thing goes south. They spring an old and unexpected trap -- a mine that emitted some sort of pulse that knocked most of Red's systems straight out. The landing hadn't been pretty, but Lance had managed to set it down in a way that didn't kill them at least. The planet, the outpost, is supposed to be abandoned, at least. Less good is how chilly is it, and with Red disabled, well, it's getting chillier and chillier. At least they've got the beacon working. Eventually help will come, but it could be a while. And in the meantime... they're alone.
Together.
Keith has gone for silence, because he doesn't know where to begin.]
the_tailor][It's... it's been a while. That's really the only thought Keith can safely consider as the mission begins. The Blade and Voltron collaborate, of course, but they've been running in different parts of the galaxy, trying to maximize what resources they have. So it's been quite a while since he's seen the others, since he's been back to the Castle or even closer than a brief video call across the lightyears.
He's had a lot of time to think, really, a lot of time to himself to ruminate on thoughts that he tries his very best to bat away. Thoughts that are wrapped up in emotions and feelings that Keith doesn't really know how to untangle at all. Not surprising. It's never really been his strong suit. As intense as his emotions can be, as volatile, they tend to get the better of him rather than he of them. It's the same old story.
And maybe that's why, he realizes, he always reacted so strongly to Lance. It was too much, too complicated, to try to unravel the varying feelings the other boy drew out in him -- exasperation and confusion, sure, but something warmer and softer, in those rare and precious moments when they were drowning in their own manufactured tension. After some time apart he's finally realized where that tension comes from, on his side.
Which makes things way too complicated. Because how the hell is he supposed to deal with having feelings for Lance, falling for Lance, when Lance... well. When he's watched Lance literally flirt his way through the universe girl by girl. But here's Keith and his stupid traitor heart feeling this way anyway.
He's torn, therefore, when it's him and Lance sent off in the Red Lion on this particular joint mission. Part of him has missed the other so much it's a relief to see him again. Part of him is so twisted up that he doesn't know which way to go. So he focuses on the mission. He's quieter than usual, even. Focus. Keep to their orders, keep to what needs to be done. It's fine.
Until the whole thing goes south. They spring an old and unexpected trap -- a mine that emitted some sort of pulse that knocked most of Red's systems straight out. The landing hadn't been pretty, but Lance had managed to set it down in a way that didn't kill them at least. The planet, the outpost, is supposed to be abandoned, at least. Less good is how chilly is it, and with Red disabled, well, it's getting chillier and chillier. At least they've got the beacon working. Eventually help will come, but it could be a while. And in the meantime... they're alone.
Together.
Keith has gone for silence, because he doesn't know where to begin.]
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[He hasn't been told much about Keith, in return. Just that he's a Galra lord, that he's strong and intelligent, that he'd be a good match for Lance. And Lance had expected something of an overeager to prove, controlling man, smirking at having a prince on his arm, but this is anything but.
Keith is anything but. And he loves it.
When they take off, Lance gives a loud cheer. It's been a while since he's been able to manage getting off surface, after all.]
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[Keith admits, glancing back at Lance with a shrug.] Glad they were wrong.
[And with that, once they break atmosphere, he puts on some speed, unable to hold back a pleased, relieved laugh. Okay. This is so much better than how he expected the day to go.]
Hang on, your highness.
[He teases before well. Showing off. He's showing off. Keith is a good pilot, after all, and he has never shied away from using his skill.]
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[Another happy yell as they really get going. Keith really is putting his money where his mouth is--there's no doubt at all now that he's an incredibly skilled pilot. Lance lets himself laugh, enjoying every moment of it.]
You... You know! We're going to have to race sometime!
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[This is way more appealing than it should be. He'll get in trouble for certain. But hey, they're likely not going to get off without a reprimand for borrowing this fighter either.
That said, he eventually pulls to a stop and glances back at Lance.]
So. Want to give it a try?
[He slips out of the pilot's seat to make way for the Altean prince. Go ahead, your highness. Show him what you've got.]
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[He quickly takes the pilot's seat and rests his hands on the controls. Lance has always been good at showing off his piloting skills, and show them off he does. It's near theatrical, and all he can do is hope that it looks as good from within the craft as it does to the people on the ground.]
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He looks comfortable, natural in the chair. It's... a good look on him.
Not that Keith is thinking that. Or anything. Right now.]
Not bad, your highness.
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Is "not bad" the best I'm going to get from you now? I'll have to work harder next time, then.
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[Keith informs him with a shrug, almost self-consciously. He's not good at this, Lance. People. Any of this. Except flying. He's good at flying.
But there's something of a smile threatening anyway.]
Next time, huh?
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[Lance gives the other boy a wink.]
Right... We should probably head back and get the scolding over with.
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[Keith agrees, but he's clearly not thrilled at the idea. But they don't have much of a choice.] We can tell them it was my fault. You tried to stop me, but instead I dragged you along. They'll buy that.
[He's no stranger to trouble.]
I return from vacation!
No. This is not how we're getting this relationship started, me pawning off responsibility onto you. If we're to be--well, you know--ah--married--
[And that makes him sheepishly smile. Different from the scowl it would have gotten before.]
Well, that's about sharing everything, right? So, we're sharing the scolding.