now I ain't tired of sweating for blood and dirt ( OPEN )

[galrarm]

Who: Shiro and YOU.
What: re-arrival.
When: End of September.
Where: Enso
Warnings: None now, will update if necessary.

[ Well, then.

When he wakes, there's a sense of peace--one he, truthfully, has felt little of here. That's his own paranoia's fault, really, but it's still odd. He's aware that he's likely been gone for some time--since it moves differently, here. It's hard to tell, exactly, how long it's been. Shiro hopes it hasn't been very long, but until he finds a certain someone, he won't know for certain.

So. Shiro looks, and until he's finished that task, he won't really be talking or interacting with anyone. It's remarkable how much of a one-track mind the man can have. The first place he searches is the house, which seems...

Hm. Still. He hopes Keith's here; otherwise, it might take some more effort to find him. Not that he'll complain about effort when it comes to Keith.

After that, though, he's free game--probably a day later, to be honest. Either way, Shiro's around all of Enso, re-familiarizing himself with his surroundings. Anyone he sees, he'll raise a hand in greeting. ]

Hey.

[ And those he does know, he gives a broad grin. ]

Long time no see.

Comments

[galrarm]

Fair enough.

[ He kisses Keith's forehead and listens, yet again. He's glad to hear it from Keith; he knows he'll be thorough, after all. Comes from being a leader. ]

Memories... [ Mm, he can't help but think that maybe it was a good thing he wasn't around for that. Despite the strides he's made, there are still moments when the darkest memories resurface and threaten to pull him under.

Gently, Shiro traces the scars, a frown pulling the corners of his lips down. He watches Keith as he brushes his fingers along his skin, and we wishes he could have been there to help fight alongside him. He brings Keith in for a kiss, lingering and warm. When he pulls away, there's still that guilt in his eyes, but it's edged by a little teasing. ]

A dragon, huh. Now I'm kind of jealous.

[thermalwind]

I was glad you weren't around for the sirens. [He admits and sinks into the kiss, lingering in it as much as Shiro lets it last. Yes, he'd been selfishly relieved Shiro hadn't been around when the sirens wailed and the killing field was set up.

He knows Shiro's ghosts because they're his too. Just like he knows his guilt. He shifts his head, nipping at his jaw as he says,] You could have held up one of the small ones and shook it.

[He slides his hands down Shiro's chest now intent on distracting him from the darker places in his head.] We had help from Water. I...don't know what its agenda is. It seems to want to talk to us but, I won't approach it just yet. Want to see, [He rakes his fingernails over skin with a low hiss.]

what it does first.

[galrarm]

I'm sure having you there would've helped, at the very least.

[ He touches his forehead to Keith's, and-- ah, that's definitely distracting. It helps, and when Shiro lets out a breath, it's a touch heavy. But he doesn't seem anything other than pleased. He threads his fingers through Keith's hair. ]

Whatever it does, [ he murmurs, playing with Keith's hair, ] we'll face it. Make it through. Just like we always have and always will.

[thermalwind]

[Shiro's fingers unravel his braid and his hair spills freely over his back and hangs around his face like a curtain. Keith reaches back, pushing it out of his eyes. He's let it continue to grow. Eventually it will be the long braid they both remember from his older self.

His teeth are a little sharper as they find the side of Shiro's neck and scrape on skin.] We will.

We'll make it out just fine. [He considers what else to say but he thinks he exhausted what he knows so far. He touches their foreheads togther and just breathes. Then he remembers.] Oh uh, I think you also missed the clown box thing turning me full Galra for a bit.

[galrarm]

[ The little touches are grounding, even the scrape of teeth that makes him shiver slightly. Shiro runs his fingers through Keith's hair, brushes it out of his eyes. Soaks in how Keith feels against him. ]

We always do. [ And then-- ] Whoa. Seriously?

[thermalwind]

[Keith leans up enough he can stare down at Shiro's face. He missed seeing him like this...seeing him any time he felt like it. He nods, tucking a lock of his hair behind his right ear.]

Some people swapped bodies. Allura was Galra too. [He pauses at that and looks to the side, his expression unreadable.] I didn't get to talk to her about that.

[If she comes back, will she remember? He doubts it. He lays down, draping an arm over Shiro. Then something hits him like a freight train. He jerks up in bed and stares at the far wall as his face pales. Why hadn't he thought of...this? He speaks slowly, feeling out his thoughts.] The clownbox was part of the bee god. Each god has a problem and none of them remember what broke them all.

[He looks down at Shiro and rests his hand on his chest. Touching him is so grounding and he needs it as much as Shiro does.]
...Shiro could it be a god greater than them died or was split apart? Or was storyteller once more than they are? Everything that happens to us affects them. What would losing their own people do to them?

[galrarm]

[ Ah. Shiro presses a kiss to Keith's palm. Allura... He wonders if she'll return like he did, with her memories. Lance too. Everyone, really... Or maybe for once, he'll be the lucky one when it comes to "disappearing then returning."

And when Keith jolts up-- ]

Keith? [ He sits up, too, resting a hand on his shoulder. ] ... It might be. Losing a part of yourself, something that means everything to you... It can do some nasty things to a person. [ He should know, really. ] Asking them probably won't net us any answers if we do try. So I guess we have a lot of hard work ahead of us, huh?

[ But he hardly sounds upset about it. ]

[thermalwind]

[No matter what way he stares at all he knows all he can see is something bad happened. It isn't like staring at the Galra empire and seeing how it became a twisted wreck of what it used to be.

There's just holes and gaps- He scrubs his face and leans into Shiro, shutting his eyes. Instinctively he reaches for Shiro's hand on his shoulder and looks at him.]

I don't think we'll get anything if we ask Storyteller directly. We've been asking for two years.

[The water dragon. No matter where he goes in this world water comes up. His eyes narrow.] We got our work cut out for us alright. If that water dragon tries to talk to all of us, we should do it.

Maybe we'll get answers for once if we ask 'water'.