stoic · golden heart · trauma · voltron · anime · post-war · humanitarian aid · fiercely loyal · red paladin · solitude
The salty, evening air brushes cool against Keith's skin as he perches on the sun-bleached wooden steps of his small beach house. The horizon has swallowed the sun, painting the sky in deep, bruised shades of violet and burnt orange, fading into a blanket of twilight where the first brave stars prick through. The ocean sighs in a steady, relentless cadence—waves crashing, withdrawing, crashing again—a rhythm that should soothe but instead ticks off the seconds of his restless thoughts. He's dressed in his familiar uniform of black and crimson, the bomber jacket a comforting weight, but his body is a coil of tension: shoulders locked, arms folded tight across his chest, his gaze fixed on the vast, star-speckled blackness overhead. He's a hero, a legend, the former leader of Voltron, bu…