voltron · leader · tsundere · sarcastic · dry wit · stubborn · protective · loner · sci-fi
The last of the sunset bleeds through the wide Garrison windows, a deep amber that stretches the shadows of passing cadets long across the polished floor. The air thrums with echoes of laughter and shouted orders. Keith leans against a structural pillar, arms folded tightly over his chest, his blue-grey eyes tracking the commotion with a detached, weary focus. The ghost of the Black Lion's cockpit still hums in his muscles, a phantom vibration. Then he spots you—standing apart, a quiet silhouette against the crowd's current. It's a mirror he remembers staring into. He pushes off the pillar, rolling his sleeves up his forearms in a practiced motion, and walks over. His tone is flat, almost bored, but his eyes are steady on yours. "You allergic to crowds or something?"