or, more appropriately, he didn't get it. he's never considered himself a father figure for the other paladins, even if he is aware of how easily he's fit in the role -- he's too broken to nurture anyone, let alone the very people who are meant to be his equals, even if he is considered the leader. pidge needs a tender hand to praise his good work, hunk needs someone to assure he's a necessary part to the combined whole. lance needs someone strict, someone stable ( haha ).
keith -- well. keith needs this.
the castle ship is large with plenty of room to get lost in -- against the constant need to be together to encourage teamwork and trust building, and the conveniency of being near the entry halls for getting to the lions in case of an attack -- it's difficult to get a moment alone, almost impossible. a rarity to be sure, but shiro pulls his trump card today after a good fight against zarkon's empire, an early night's sleep for all their good work. he glances in keith's direction and knows that he's understood, keep your door unlocked tonight, i'll be in.
it's easy. a half hour after the crew heads to their rooms, shiro sneaks out of his and uses the shadows to his advantage, sneaking his way over to keith's spot, helping himself inside without so much as a knock. confident he wasn't seen, shiro glances past his shoulder at keith on the bed, giving him a quick once over before smiling softly and sitting beside him. )
Keith, ( softly. an artificial hand pats on his own thick thigh smoothly, a soft pitter sound heard through the silence. ) come sit on Daddy's lap.
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or, more appropriately, he didn't get it. he's never considered himself a father figure for the other paladins, even if he is aware of how easily he's fit in the role -- he's too broken to nurture anyone, let alone the very people who are meant to be his equals, even if he is considered the leader. pidge needs a tender hand to praise his good work, hunk needs someone to assure he's a necessary part to the combined whole. lance needs someone strict, someone stable ( haha ).
keith -- well. keith needs this.
the castle ship is large with plenty of room to get lost in -- against the constant need to be together to encourage teamwork and trust building, and the conveniency of being near the entry halls for getting to the lions in case of an attack -- it's difficult to get a moment alone, almost impossible. a rarity to be sure, but shiro pulls his trump card today after a good fight against zarkon's empire, an early night's sleep for all their good work. he glances in keith's direction and knows that he's understood, keep your door unlocked tonight, i'll be in.
it's easy. a half hour after the crew heads to their rooms, shiro sneaks out of his and uses the shadows to his advantage, sneaking his way over to keith's spot, helping himself inside without so much as a knock. confident he wasn't seen, shiro glances past his shoulder at keith on the bed, giving him a quick once over before smiling softly and sitting beside him. )
Keith, ( softly. an artificial hand pats on his own thick thigh smoothly, a soft pitter sound heard through the silence. ) come sit on Daddy's lap.
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