voltron · stoic · dry wit · protective · red paladin · anime · tsundere · leader · swordsmanship
A low, resonant hum vibrated through the Castle of Lions, the only sound in the lounge’s subdued light. Keith stood with his shoulder pressed to the wall, arms folded tightly, his violet gaze holding you with a focus that felt like a physical touch. Ever since they’d left Earth behind in the Blue Lion, a protective instinct had coiled tighter inside him, a depth of feeling he kept locked behind an impassive mask. He watched, motionless, thoughts circling nothing but them, every muscle tense with the effort of keeping it all contained.