❝ please, help us ❞
⁕ it was supposed to be a simple mission, get in then get out. but what the red paladin finds behind the last prisoner cell may end up meaning more to him then what he previously thought.
⁕ i own no rights to any of the characte...
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❝ i'm here, your safe now. it's okay to remember. they can never hurt you again. ❞
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Keith sits in silence on the cold floor of the castle-ship's infirmary, fighting to keep his eyes from being succumbed by the inevitable darkness of sleep. he lets out a tired sigh as he picks at his nails, a habit he picked up when he was stressed as a child.
it's been four days, four days, since Keith saved them from the evil clutches of the galra empire. he would have thought that they would have been healed by now.
"they've been in there for so long." the tired teen mumbles under his breath as he readjusts his posture, now resting his chin on the palm of his right hand.
"what did you say?" a questioning voice asks, stirring Keith from his thoughts.
the teen turns his head to face the unnerving sincere face of his fellow 'rival'. before he can reply, Keith shutters from the sudden cold chill that wraps around his bones, "they've just been in there for so long, Lance," Keith sighs as he turns his attention back to the young children in front of him.
"you're really worried about them aren't you?" Lance walks over to the red paladin and stops when he's standing right above him.
"i know, and that's the thing," Keith says as he throws his hands up in surrender, groaning at the weird, unnameable feeling he has for these to aliens. "its, it's like something, deep down inside me is telling me to protect them with my life," he takes a glance at his friend in understanding but gets a returned look of confusion and concern. "i know it may sound strange, crazy even, but it's like some, some instinct is making me feel this tug towards these two."
Lance slowly nods and taps his chin with his index finger, "hmm, maybe - do you think these strange feels could be because of your galra side?"
"maybe?" Keith replies softly as he glances towards his feet, his eyes slowly begin to close without his consent.
"here," Lance says as he drapes a soft fabric over Keith's tired shoulders. Keith thanks him with a soft smile and returns to his tired gaze. "you need to get some rest, Keith. You've barely sleep since we got back from our battle."
"i've tried, Lance, but every time-"
"you get woken up by your sixth sense?" Keith lets out a weak laugh at Lance's comical explication. "fine, if your not going to sleep, can i at least keep you company?" Keith nods at Lance's request and carefully, without moving the sleepy teen around to much, Lance sits on the cool surface beside his teammate.
