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Фигурка “Лесной царь”
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Hips swaying, they moved slowly in the soft glow of a distant dying star.
“I remember”, he whispered into Keith’s hair, lips ghosting over skin with a gentleness unknown to the rest of the universe.
Keith froze.
“I remember we used to dance like this on Valentine’s”, he continued. The stiffness of his partner’s limbs didn’t seem to faze him. “With bare feet and sweatpants only. The first time, I had to drag you out of the simulator so I could finally have some alone-time with you.”
He remembers.
Suddenly there was a softness to his touch, his voice, every single movement. A softness Keith thought had been lost so long ago. Healing and salvaging, grounding and consoling all at once. Keith knew these hands held the power to kill everything and everyone in this universe. All it took was Keith’s command. But underneath that deadly power, he could feel a kindness that didn’t belong to the Champion. Like a breath of fresh air it washed over him, filled his lungs and head with the scent of days long gone. Days when simulator scores still mattered. Days when stolen kisses and hushed love-confessions meant the world and more. Days when the Champion was still Shiro.
He remembers.
So….happy angsty Valentine’s Day I guess? Another snippet from my Emperor!AU …. I’m pretty sure I hurt myself drawing these two dancing.
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