indie male!morgan yu from prey. semi selective, semi active, iconless, para/novella but i can do smaller stuff. 7+ yrs rp experience but an all around kool kat™. not kit kat. kool kat. it’s better. ™. (the fandom’s kinda small so i guess like/reblog this if you wanna write with a morgan?? idfk how to do these)
Keith isn’tfollowingShiro. Or spying on him. Not purposefully, anyway. He’s been restless since their last fight in Voltron. Whilst they were successful, heavy unanswered questions hover too close behind him. Every step, shadows creep a little closer. Closing his eyes would mean letting darkness take hold and for the first time in a long while Keith isn’t sure what he would see. He doesn’t like not knowing things, not having answers.
So he walks. Just like he’d do in the desert sometimes. Aimless, without purpose or direction. Until he feels a different weight, a tug. Takashi Shirogane. And his entire focus shifts without reserve. Curiosity is piqued, because Shiro being awake at this hour must mean he hasn’t even considered sleeping. Why exactly, Keith can’t know for sure. But he can guess.
He doesn’t want to entertain any of the possibilities.
As he rounds the corner, a good few yards behind, Keith finds himself almost stumbling into Shiro’s back. Coming to an abrupt halt, Keith freezes. Well. He’s definitely been busted.
“Guess not.” He offers with a shrug, arms folded across his chest. “But that doesn’t change me being awake.”
Frown. Should he ask?Can he ask? Stepping forwards, Keith purses his lips.
“Everything seems pretty secure around here so…- you should probably get some rest yourself. It was a tough battle earlier for us.”
{ For a moment, his stony expression sticks, static, unyielding to the warmth his friend never fails to bring. It’s not until Keith suggests rest that he remembers himself and softens. Crumbles like a wall of sand yielding to the sea, tense posture loosening. Open, though his own gaze flicks away, not meeting the other’s. }
“I don’t usually.. sleep after a big fight. Too wound up. ”
{ Manages a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. }
“ So much for curfew, huh? Welcome to the night life. Lucky for you, I’ve got a bike! We can take a ride around town, maybe break stuff. What do you think? ”
send ✆ for a morning text send ♔ for an angry text send ♠ for a drunk text send ☏ for a vague text send ⁇ for a worried text send ♣ for a text not meant for you send ✺for a sassy text send √ for a long-winded confession text send ☠ for a misguided advice text send ☢ for a desperate text send ☼ for a congratulatory text send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?
honestly, probably. he wouldn’t be inclined to stay but he’d prioritize what needs to be done and what’s possible and what’s not. he’s good at strategy, and while he might not be okay the first week or whatever, he’d have everything handled from therein
🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few?
🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?
🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything?
🛋- Does your muse like to have company over?
📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type?
🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures?
💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle?
🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?
📰- Does your muse like to read the news?
📇- Is your muse a gossiper?
🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?
🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places?
🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it?
⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to?
🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer?
🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly?
🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily?
🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to?
🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise?
🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies?
🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals?
🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?
{ Patrols. Always is he seen in the halls these nights, circuits back and forth, endless searches for the slightest hint of wrong. Another sleepless night. Not necessarily because of nightmares, but because it’s been hardwired out of him. He forced the habit and now it’s impossible to kick. Scratched records and shattered plates, unfixable.
He walks the halls like a ghost, habitually quiet. Expression turned stern a few circuits ago, each step separating him further from himself, feeling his thoughts drift from attention to null. Drifting, deciding how best to stand in front of each member of his team, how to wholly protect them. Scenarios and positions, he would be their guardian.
He knows he’s being followed. The doors here don’t open quietly enough to be missed. He’s counted the steps and stops at 734 this circuit. Half turns, staring down the hall. }
