Takashi "Shiro" Kogane (takashi) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-01-11 01:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, voltron: takashi shirogane |
Narrative: Shiro
How stupid. He’d spent months in the spirit realm alone and been fine; now he was healthier than ever, surrounded by excitement and new friends, and he hadn’t been this lonely in years.
He climbed out of the shower and got dressed for bed in a daze. He rubbed a towel over his bare shoulders as he stepped back into his room.
The sight that greeted him froze him in place, water dripping from his white hair, his mouth hanging open.
The black bayard was on his bed.
He blinked, sure he’d imagined it, but it was still there.
His heart clenched. Conflicting emotions crashed together inside his chest. Joy came first - he hadn’t seen the bayard since his death. Well, he’d seen Keith with his, but--
Keith. Joy gave way quickly to bone-deep concern. The bayard wasn’t Shiro’s anymore, it was Keith’s. It shouldn’t have been there. Had something happened to Keith?
The thought crippled him for a long suspended moment. Eventually, he remembered to breathe, discarded his towel on his dresser, and moved towards the bed.
He’d watched people get a lot of things here from home. Things that made sense and things that absolutely did not. Keith had to be okay.
Still.
I should put it somewhere safe, he thought.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the bayard. As his fingers slipped through the grip, he nearly sighed. It felt like it had when he first used it. When his connection to Black was so strong, he could practically feel the vibration of the lion’s essence inside his heart. He closed his eyes, smiling helplessly for a second. Black had been a friend - a partner - and holding the bayard now felt in the smallest way like being connected to him again.
The bayard blazed to life in his grip, forming the flaming sword and nearly getting dropped for its effort.
“Shit,” Shiro gasped, his heart racing. That fear for Keith swelled up again - stronger now, demanding attention. Shiro’s bond was severed, though. He shouldn’t be able to use the bayard even if something had happened to Keith.
Which it hadn’t. Shiro refused to accept anything else.
He focused on the bayard and willed it to return to its dormant state. It pulsed stronger for a moment, as if stubbornly refusing after all their time apart, then finally it reshaped.
His traitorous heart lit up like a neon sign, until worry made the emotion flicker and fade.
There was a secure footlocker in his closet. If he were as sensible as he always appeared, he’d put it in there, buried and locked away, never to be touched again. It wasn’t his to keep, after all.
He stuck it in his top dresser drawer instead.
“Alright, Keith,” Shiro murmured quietly to himself, climbing into bed and folding an arm underneath his head. “If you want it back, you’re going to have to come and get it yourself.”