;; Going To Be Throwing Everything In Drafts And Stuff To Reply When I'm Able.

;; going to be throwing everything in drafts and stuff to reply when I'm able.

DIBS!! OBVIOUSLY!

;; aww thank you~<3 Dibs @ you too

Dibs 💋

;; 💋awww~ I love you

Shiro nodded, taking in what Keith was saying and weighing it with his own feelings. That little internal war that had never really stopped. He chewed the inside of his cheek, frowning. He adored Keith, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy and to be happy with him. If he married someone else, that meant something went wrong with what they have now.

"I don't want to waste your time," he started, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes, "but the future can change, Keith. Nothing is set in stone..." Shiro was hopeful, cautiously optimistic, and it shone in his eyes more than on the rest of his face. That little glimmer of hope.

"Do you want to see where this goes?"

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort.

Keith wrapped his arms around Mark and buried his face against the other's chest. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. The world was too much. They didn't speak, they hardly moved other than clinging to the slightly taller male, he didn't even look up. Shallow, almost gasping breaths slowly dwindled into slow, even inhales and exhales. He was calming down, and Mark was to thank for it.

❝ you mumble in your sleep. ❞

"Do I?" Keith asked, dumbfounded for a moment. He had no idea - in reality he thought he was a silent sleeper, he did most other things so quietly. "Do I say anything coherent?" Oh he had to know, what sort of nonsense was he spouting in his sleep?