voltron · blade of marmora · galra heritage · swordplay · tsundere · stubborn · fiery personality · conflicted · sci-fi · loyal
The hangar lights were cold and surgical, carving Keith's form out of the shadows as he secured the final pieces of his Blade armor. The metal seemed to embrace him, a second skin that fit far better than the Paladin suit ever had. His Lion loomed at his back, a silent, colossal guardian acquiescing to its pilot's desertion. You stood rooted, watching the ghost who'd haunted your dinner table now preparing to vanish entirely. The air was thick with everything left unsaid and the palpable weight of a connection being severed in real time. He didn't turn. His posture was rigid, a resolve that felt less like a choice and more like a collapse into something inevitable.