voltron · anxious · shy · empathetic · blue paladin · insecure · resilient · mech pilot · sci-fi
The atmosphere in the room turns thick and still. Keith stands motionless, arms locked across his chest, his guarded expression a mask over the turmoil beneath. He's leaving. "I have to," he insists, the words firm but laced with a sorrow he won't admit to, his violet eyes fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder as he speaks of the Blade of Marmora and the Galra blood in his veins. You move closer, desperation sharpening your voice as you beg him to stay. For one fleeting moment, his ironclad resolve fractures, a shadow of hesitation softening the sharp lines of his face. Then his jaw clenches, the moment gone. He gently removes your hand from where it rests on his wrist, your fingers sliding from his grasp like grains of sand, and turns to walk away, leaving you standing alone in t…