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constellational) wrote2022-10-01 12:46 am
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ā¦but then again, heās not exactly that, either. who he is, who heās supposed to be. who he wants to be. watching keith towering over him, hands greasy black, is one of the many oddities of the afterlife, and ānormalā sounds soā¦ out of place. it gives him pause as he quietly observes, ponders if thereās such a thing available for him. and yet keith still has so much faith.
he gives a small shrug, pensive as he blinks his doubts away. ā« You think thatās possible? āŖ he did say when, and not if. from someone who used to have such a defeatist, suspicious view of the world, it meansā¦ well. a great deal. ā« I mean, how much smaller could I possibly get, really? āŖ his mouth twitches, half-apprehensive, half-hopeful. ā«
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Some people were saying pocket-size. [ in his disaster of a netherwork inquiry. never let him do that again, okay shiro? though, as much grumbling and dead-eyed staring heād done throughout the initial postings, it wasnāt an entirely lost cause. he has come out of it with a few helpful tips. the library, mostly; thatās what heās putting most of his faith into. the other suggestionā¦
he still doubts itāll work. it sure would be nice though, huh? if it was that easy.
putting a pin in that thought for now, his hands finally pause, resting lightly over shiroās crown. and here, the smile has dimmed, replaced by a firm pinch of his lips and a determined spark in the eyes. ]
Doesnāt matter. However small you get, Iām gonna figure out how to reverse it. [ so no more of this is it possible ridiculousness. of course itās possible that shiro is going to be back to normal. ] Youāre gonna be fine, Shiro. Weāre not out of options. We still have things left to try.
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or what if he just. shaved it. that tuft of bleached hair has seen more than itās ever asked for. maybe itās time to give it a well-deserved break. is it what keithās hinting at? semi insisting on a cut. he has optionsāhair-wise, anyway, but keith claims he also has options size wise. his face changes when he mentions his potential pocket fate, a wary glance skyward. youāre gonna be fine shouldnāt ever follow that kind of prediction, not when heās already picturing himself with a trail of fairy dust in his wake, a tight green skirt around his hips. but. keith rarely ever says anything if he knows he canāt deliver.
lashes momentarily flit, a little shiver down his spine as fingers hit just the right spot. ā« Like what? āŖ he asks innocently enough, but then he tries to remember what he read andā¦ ā« Didnāt they jump to conclusions a little too fast? Do we want to test whatever advice they gave?
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Probably not. [ he peeks at shiro in the mirror. ] The library is a good suggestion, but the other oneā¦ itāsā¦ wellā¦ [ his gaze wavers, as does his confidence, and then heās back to staring at his hands, which have, again, paused.
one beat, two beat, three, and he pulls in a deep, steadying breath, committing himself with a firm: ]
Okay. [ he lifts his hands and sidesteps, being careful not to brush against shiro as he hunches over the sink to wash his hands. the water runs dirty, filling the porcelain with black gunk that slowly tapers off with time. all the while, keith keeps his focus on his hands as his mouth runs. ] You know that kid fairy-tale with the prince who shrinks down into a frog? Obviously your curse is missing the frog part butā¦ you shrunk and people were saying, maybe, if you got a kiss, itād break the spellā¦?
[ by the end of it, nothing else is coming off his hands, black as they continue to be. still, he just keeps rubbing at them, gaze never wavering. ]
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maybe shiro should grow out his own.
he doesnāt even say, like, one person, either. no, itās people, which implies multiple persons suggesting the same thing and shiroās forehead ultimately creases dumbfounded, huffing on a rush of air struggling to leave his lungs. well then.
if he got a kiss, maybe itād break the spellā¦ ā« Or turn me into a frog. āŖ as keith said, itās the only missing part, though shiroās attempt at humor falls flat, the same way he forces out a little laugh, only to promptly close his mouth shut. a kiss. he could have just brushed it off as another mockery the netherwork so kindly offered, but with the taste of blood on his tongue and the bittersweet, powdery texture of a crushed petal between his teeth, his whole brain elects to grapple with the idea, refusing to let go. ā«
Did theyā¦ suggest anyone? āŖ itās such a silly thing to entertain. the netherworld is no fairy tale, but then again, he is shrinking, coughing up half-formed petals, and craving blood. his hand stiffens on his thigh. ā« An actual princess, orā¦ Keith. āŖ stop. shiro cuts himself off, brows pinched. ā« Your hands.
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did theyā¦ suggest anyone?
okay, guess it isnāt obvious. he bows his face further, scrubbing harder at the knuckles of his right hand. each wrinkle is filled in with black, making the whole thing ugly and dark, and itās not like it matters, because heāll just be pulling on his gloves soon enough and then the dye will be mostly covered and ā ]
Right, yeah, okay. Sorry.
[ maybe itās the angle of being hunched over, but his throat tickles and itās harder to breathe through the next breath. so he turns off the water and straightens up, still meticulous in his effort to not cross gazes with shiro. ]
Me. They suggested me. [ sorry for that too? he dries his hands on his shirt because a) heās a gremlin like that and b) the towel is on the other side of the sink and he doesnāt much want to bustle into shiroās space at this precise moment. ] You knowā¦ because weāre soulmates. [ which he didnāt say and they wouldnāt know; jonas said something about love, actually, which isnāt at all untrue on keithās end. still, a white lie is easier ā sorry three times now. ]
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goddamn it.
keithās nervous. that too is pretty obvious, which in turn partially wrecks shiroās nerves. so he nods, a tad too fast honestly, a wrinkle between his browsāhe looks like heās in the middle of a complex scholarly analysis, but really heās just trying to catch his breath. ā«
Yeahā¦ Yeah! That uhmā¦ That makes sense. āŖ welp. eloquence clearly went down the drain, and shiro coughs only for good measure, not even because of his affliction. ā« Did you want to give it a shot?
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Iā¦
[ he should have anticipated it being turned around. shiro always does that. but here keith is, unprepared, even though heās had opportunity to put together some semblance of a stance on the issue. thing is, itās a given; itās never been about what keith wants. he dismissed it initially because it sounded ludicrous, so why bother shiro with it? but the truth of the matter isā¦ ]
If thereās even the slightest chance that itāll help youā¦ [ he quits fiddling with his shirt and he quits hiding. he doesnāt actually have to lift his face to look at a recently shrunk shiro, but he does give his head a little shake, to knock the mess of hair out of his eyes as he meets shiroās at last. ] Yeah. I wanna try.
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itās not that far from shiroās own quiet, burgeoning fantasies. but whereas his shadow just wants to take, shiro hesitates. platonic friends might have been better suited for the task. technically, itās what they are, and very close ones at that, but. petals donāt lie, and shiro, stupidly, rakes his hand through his hair, immediately feeling the viscid dye and irreverently letting out a curse between gritted teeth. ā«
Well, thatās one thing you canāt kiss anymore. āŖ he doesnāt laugh, but his mouth does widen, briefly, as he rubs his palm on his pants. ā« Did they mention where? āŖ another question he knows the answer to, probably, but then he catches keithās eyes and he swallows, chest rising full. goddamn it again. one shoulder rolls, and shiro stares back thin-lipped, almost apologetic. ā« You know Iād normally be willing to lean down, but uhmā¦ āŖ yeah. ā«
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he doesnāt know how to feel about that. shiroās the leader. shiroās the one who always knows what to do. and yet, here he is willingly letting keith dictate. but maybe that isn't so odd, afterall. shiro wanted this for him, right? itās just another contrast to the pretend shiro; that shiro didnāt like delegating to keithās lead, despite saying, often, that black chose keith.
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the voice comes and goes, disappearing entirely as his chest expands on the next breath, air locking up on a cough that doesnāt quite come. he watches shiro ruin his pants, still a little befuddled by shiro being absentminded enough to touch his hair in the first place. he silently shaking his head. no, they didnāt say where. maybe thatās obvious, too. briefly, his eyes droop to shiroās mouth. itās a weighty moment, one that slams into him and blooms his cheeks pink as he hastily redirects his gaze to the side. one beat, two, and then heās cracking a half-smile, ignoring the gallop of his heartbeat thatās pounding in his ears. ]
Donāt worry. I got it. [ cheeks, nose, lips ā keith skips all of them. shiroās floof is slicked back, leaving his forehead on full display and that strip of real-estate looks good as any to try. so biting the bullet and shoving down his awkward, flustered feeling, keith places a hand on the towel looped at shiroās neck and leans down. his lips are a touch chapped, he doesnāt take care of himself as he should, but he hopes shiro doesnāt mind the dryness as he lingers through the pressure. a little more and he pulls away, bottom lip already caught between his teeth as he holds his breath and waits. any second now, right? ]
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itās natural for shiro to pass the proverbial baton to keith. to entrust him with his life, even, but also, to ensure that heās comfortable enough to do whatever is asked of him. apparently, he is. shiroās blood thrums uneven in his ears, knuckles white (and black) on his stained pants. whatever he was expecting, it wasnāt this, a warm touch in the middle of his forehead, and his eyes close on their own volition. itās so stupidly soft it flutters down to his stomach, and shiro sits there like heās been wrapped in a snug cocoon, the angles of his face shaping his expression almost blissful.
and then nothing. keith retreats, and it takes a few seconds for shiro to blink and look, glancing down his own body through a subsiding haze. ā« Ohā¦ āŖ still the same. wrinkling his nose, he relieves his throat of encumbrancesātangible and abstract bothāswallowing down a small blossom. he thinks thatās what it is, anyway. ā«
So youāre not a princess after all. āŖ he grins lopsided, absentmindedly scratching at the very faint stubble growing along his jawline. ā« Thank you, Keith. For trying.
let's pretend that netherworld hair dye only has to stay in for, like, 5 minutes LOL
Iāll check the library.
[ heāll read every damn book in the place if he has to; then and only then, when he has a remedy to this shrinking, will he accept a thank you. he wets his lips on the thought, and catches himself a moment later, insides fluttering when he realizes, oh, right, those were just against shiroās skin.
huffing at his own ridiculousness is the only acceptable reaction then, as well as turning on the faucet. ]
But letās rinse this out first.
nether magic is the best magic
and that lingering sensation on his forehead, softening all his ragged edges, is a beacon of peace he hasnāt allowed himself in quite some time. ā«
Iāll come with. āŖ he says it tentatively, watching him like a mother hen as he approaches the sink, accepting keithās implied invitation. and then, inevitablyā¦ ā« Keith. āŖ he canāt stand the way he gets so easily defeated when anything shiro-related fizzles. ā« Youāre not responsible for any of this. The curse, the cure. Maybe it just takes some time to take effect.
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heās been stuck on that a lot recently. worry. sometimes it feels bigger than himself, like thereās so much of it that his body canāt contain the ache and strain of him caring so much for one person. itās here now, potent and heavy, the feeling saturating his senses andā¦ ā oh. itās not just his. the bond bleeds the lines and he feels a hint of shiroās emotion; sweeter than his own, and gentle in intensity, more of a passing care, rather than the bone deep fright keith has every time he thinks he may very well be losing shiro again.
no. heās not going to lose him. heās going to figure this out.
heās certain of that, only because heās entirely unwilling to exist in the reality in which that doesnāt hold true. itās justā¦ ā he shakes his head, leaving the faucet running despite neither of them doing much of anything with it. ]
I donāt think curses operate on patience. [ theyāre broken or theyāre not; curses donāt just ease off. ] The kiss didnāt work, end of story. [ or it wasnāt done in the right spot. stupid; heās not going to keep kissing his best friend all over on the off chance that it works, especially when shiroās already dismissed the whole thing as a good try. ] So come on, lemme wash that out.
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and thatās pretty much how it goes, every time he thinks to address his shortcomings. his shadow wonāt even let him ponder in peaceā¦ and keith is running out of patience. shiro scowls at that, though it lacks in severity; heās pouting, more or less, agreeing with a semi-reluctant nod as he bends over and lets the running water splash over his head.
whatās wrong with a little patience!! ā« You knowā¦ āŖ one second. two seconds. ā« ā¦and Iām not saying it will work, but it did take a few days for me to reach this size. āŖ which means itās entirely plausible for the cure to take its sweet time too. yeah?? ā« Weāve got options left, as you said. Weāll probably have to try a number of them before we see any result. Donāt let it get to you just yet, alright? āŖ and he cranes his neck a little, turning his head just enough to show an encouraging smile, despite all that water forcing him to close his eyes.
he looks ridiculous. ā«
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Are you seriously giving me a pep talk while taking a shower in the sink? Focus.
[ his chiding is gentle, even shallow with the way there is clearly a laugh underlying his voice. if shiro feels something akin to a playful flick of one of his dumbo ears? purely an accident; keith is merely directing water and washing out dye. ]
But yeah. [ a pause, his voice sobering. ] Alright. [ another pause, this time punctuated with a long inhale that still doesnāt seem to fill his lungs to capacity. the exhale carries its own strain but heās getting used to that; he wonders how long sicknesses last in the netherworld. ] Iām sorry. [ is he supposed to apologize for being high-strung on worry? probably. ] I justā¦
[ he trails off, dallying on his words as he ruffles the hair at the back of shiroās head, getting the last of the dye. he turns off the water and grabs at the towel around shiroās neck, pressing it to his hair. a sigh and a resumed: ] I wish the universe would give you a break. You deserve a break.
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Thatās the one foe neither of us can beat. āŖ keithās apology still rings in his ears, stings where his throatās tighter. he smiles rueful, arm dropping limp at his side as he stares down and sighs, long and deep. ā«
Keith. āŖ he peers up, only when heās sure he wonāt break. ā« I know you care. Youāve gone through hell and back for me, because of me, and I canāt imagine what itās been like for you, to wait for the next curveball to hit. āŖ ever since theyāve known each other, itās been tragedy after tragedy. itās got to be exhausting. ā« But all we can do is take it one day at a time. Iām still here, arenāt I? Almost in one piece, and now with extra appendages. āŖ nails. teeth. lips part on a tentative smirk, showing them off as he shrugs half-playful. ā« Besidesā¦ Iāve got bunnies now. My luckās bound to change.
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truthfully, keith wishes he wouldnāt prod at his own traumas, but even then, even when tactics are, frankly, in poor taste, theyāre effective. keith smiles back, faint at first and then growing stronger at bunnies and luck. again, heās using his own shirt as a towel, though this time, his gaze never strays from shiro. ]
I dunno about that. [ and now itās less of a smile, closer to a smirk. ] You named one of them Lance. [ he reaches down to take that towel dangling from shiroās fingers and moves one step closer to give shiroās hair one last, thorough rub. ] Thatās just asking for trouble. [ towel away now andā¦ he snorts on a laugh he doesnāt quite muffle. he got shiroās floof real good; it stands upright for a grand total of 1.43 seconds, before the dampness of it weighs it down, the whole thing flopping down the center line of his forehead. ]
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when he refocuses on keith, his eyes shine a little. ā« I should count my blessings then. I couldāve named one of them āKeithā. āŖ itās a fond, playful tease, and the light mirth in his gaze shows as much. keithās no stranger to trouble makingājust in a different wayāand oh man. how he misses the team. at the same time, heād rather they be safe somewhere else, but having them all here again, privy to their collective quirks and camaraderie, would beā¦ well. very nice.
nicer than the pressure in his lungs and the constant itch in his throat that forces him to clear it yet again, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his head. ā« And speaking ofā¦ āŖ itās not even really related, but there he goes blinking at his reflection, seemingly appreciative of the way his hair looks. ā« How much of me can youā¦ feel? āŖ since theyāre on the subject of luck and weird occurrences. the question is casual enough, contrasting a bit with the mild apprehension deepening the lines of his forehead, vaguely bashful. ā«
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heās hit with that joy in just about every way; sees it, hears it, feels it. it fills his insides with warm, sugary-feeling, so sweet that his fingers curl and dig into the towel, held there close to his own diaphragm. his cheeks twitch from the stretch of his smile. the biggest lie of keithās life is that people say heās got an impenetrable wall around himself. untrue; heās, unfortunately, not all that skilled at maintaining any sort of poker face. so heās on full display here: soft, incriminatingly besotted eyes, tracking shiroās every movement as his best friend looks himself over in the mirror.
his only saving grace is that shiro is distracted. though, they are soulmates, perhaps shiro doesnāt have to look at him to know. the fact that shiro brings it up only lends to that idea and as if caught, keith abruptly looks down. theyāve talked about it a few times, but accidental soulmates quickly became the lesser issue with vampirism and shrinking curses occurring in tandem. keith isn't anxious having to discuss it; itās shiro, who is always a soothing presence at the other end of the bond. but itās not easy to parse through this, either. ]
I can feel your emotions. [ a beat. ] Sometimes. [ another beat and now heās got his eyebrows pulled together and high, knitted on a wrinkle that can only be described as befuddlement. ] Sometimes itās hard to know whereā¦ you end and I begin? Likeā¦ sometimes what youāre feeling is what I think Iām feeling. [ he wrings the towel, diverting some of that agitated uncertainty. ] Itās confusing.
[ wait. he stops playing with the towel and lifts his gaze, looking to shiro. ]
But not in a bad way.
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itās vaguely alarming. he knew, obviously. thereās a ton of things he isnāt sure are entirely his ownāfeelings, that isāthough there are a few he knows fully belong to him, and heād rather keep those under the radar. it is confusing, and the worst that could happen would be leading keith to believe that he feels something he actually doesnāt. so he nods, almost cautious as he slowly takes it all in, mouth slightly pursed. ā«
Not in a bad way. āŖ he concedes, both pensive and still vaguely sheepish, which he immediately notices as his eyes sharpen on his reflection. his nose wriggles in an effort to reshape his expression, leaving a hint of fondness across his lips as everything else is packed and locked away. ā« If it does get overwhelmingāwhich I assume it mightānever hesitate to tell me, alright? āŖ one brow rises a little higher, mouth pinched at one corner. ā« Donāt agree too fast. Iāll know if you lie. āŖ and he winks. ā«
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fuck no.
keith has no intention of making shiro feel guilty over living, breathing, being. but shiro knows him enough to call him out. he clamps his lips together, promptly sputtering at the cheeky, little wink. dammit shiro. he looks to the side, mouth pulling hard to one side as well, caught in the way that he has no means to actually deny considering a little, white lie. good-humored stays his mood though and heās not actually upset for being pushed into a cornerā¦ because he has an easy way out. ]
Iāll tell you. [ he puts the towel down on the sinkās counter. ] But my threshold for overwhelming is pretty high.
[ meaning? yeah, no, heās never going to bring it up to shiro. ]
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So you wonāt. āŖ look. he knows just how resilient keith has always been. despite the many struggles that painted his youth, he stands stronger than ever; he overcame them all. he continues to do so, with added strain on his back because of shiroās own pains. itās pointless to tell him to let them go, which is, ironically, one of said painsāheās never wanted keith to suffer on his behalf. the thought sobers him up a little, the laugh subsides, and he sighs somewhat resigned, a flat, lopsided smile. ā«
Just so you knowā¦ Iāll never pry. āŖ so that thing about lying earlier was nothing more than a tease, though he needs to amend: ā« Never willingly. Itās too early to tell whether Iāve got the hang of it, but I promise never toā āŖ cough. ā« ānever to tressā¦ tressā āŖ and he wheezes. chokes on a lack of sudden air, lungs clogged up as he coughs and knocks his knuckles against his chest. he tastes bitter sugar. pollen. itās there on his tongue, coating the back of his mouth. quickly he grabs the towel on the counter and spits into it, cheeks pink, and there it is: a petal. almost intact, too, bright red, and he clears his throat a few times more and he sweats, inhaling and exhaling as deeply as he can. ā« Sorry. āŖ he wipes his lips uselessly, hoping to distract from his growing agitation. ā« Whew. I uhā¦ should probably go get some air.
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so far? he appears to be failing on that front.
oh. heās sick, too. but rather than a tickle in the throat and a cough that comes and goes, shiroās illness is ā violent. keith freezes up as it all unfolds, staring wide-eyed and useless. shiro coughs and keith knows he should be helping. somehow, some way. rub his back through the worst of it? get him some water? he canāt think of what to do in the moment, however, and so, his hands remain at his sides as shiro does all the work himself of grabbing the towel and knocking hard at his own chest. the wheezing hurts his ears, as does the sputter for breath as lungs lock up. keith feels his own labor through his next shallow inhale, pinpricks of pain catching inside his chest and climbing up his throat, some imagined lump seemingly working its way up. he swallows it back, however, expression drawn with anxiety and fright, only to collapse entirely when shiroās breath settles enough for him to say an apology.
what? ]
Thatās it? You just ā
[ forgot how to breathe in front of him and now heās saying sorry? keith doesnāt handle it well. exasperation is easier to navigate than the helplessness of his uncertainty. shiro doesnāt deserve this: the vampirism, the shrinking, the sickness. he definitely doesnāt deserve keith not-quite-yelling, but huffy, anxiety-ridden commentary. nonetheless, he canāt silence himself. ]
And you want air? Of course you do, you were justā¦ [ he makes vague gestures with his hands, only to give up to cross his arms. ] You have it too, donāt you? Whateverās going around.
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and heās mad.
fear is often like that, when you care for someone. the lines between dread and anger blur, one bleeding into the other. emotions are hard. theyāre hard for him and he knows theyāre a challenge for keith, who was barely allowed a chance to reallyā¦ wade through them. tame them. survival prevailed, and honestly, shiro could learn a trick or two from him because clearly itās not the kind of instinct he possesses.
he winces, caught. grimaces his way through a poor attempt at humor. ā« Hard to say whether Iāve got it if we donāt know what it is. āŖ thereās a decent amount of cheekiness on his face, for someone who doesnāt feel cheeky at all. before he can figure out whether keithās amusedāhe probably isnātāhe sobers up, sighing defeated as he looks upward, an eyeful of starless wood with no answers. ā« Alright. Iāve been coughing. Could be a cold, could be a side effect of thisā āŖ he scowls, gesturing at the size of his body. ā« āwhatever this is. Could beā¦ āŖ hanahaki. he doesnāt say it. he pinches his mouth shut and stares back at keith, ultimately shaking his head as if to shake off the mantra hindering his thought process: nope, nope, nope, nopeā¦ ā« Eh, I donāt know. By the time we figure this one out, thereāll be something else. āŖ one day at a time, he said, but he feels so tired all of a sudden. he groans, pinches the bridge of his nose, the petal flitting mockingly to the ground. ā« I thought weād be granted eternal sleep.
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