[ oh, okay, that's definitely keith. and while lance is pretty sure the creator of this trap isn't anywhere nearby, ready to disembowel him, he still doesn't really hesitate to call back out to the other. ]
[Of course...he'd be stuck in something like that. He better not have ended up there because he was distracted by a hot girl or something. He'll draw his blade with that thought in mind, take a few steps in reverse and proceed to chuck it at the length of rope between Lance's foot and the branch.
...And then, of course, move enough to catch him princess style should it all go according to plan -- and it will.]
not that he doesn't still shout when he's suddenly sent falling down towards the earth or anything. he does manage to at least fling his arms around keith's neck on the way down, and idk maybe because keith's half-galra he's stronger than normal and this all winds up perfect and elegant and romantique.
lance is still pretty winded, though. ]
Ugh, [ he says, very elegantly. ] We never had to worry about this kinda stuff in Olympia...
[His super Galra Strength and the adrenaline of Oh No My Boyfriend's Gonna Be Fed To The Cannibal Local Tribe.]
Don't just go wandering into the forest!
[He's dropping Lance's legs, only to draw him into a fullbody hug. Dumbass. Idiot. Buffoon. He's probably lucky he'd been ensnared in something, lest he end up lost for months....]
[Without any visible weapons on him, none the less. He's relieved that it doesn't...hurt for him to put weight on that foot -- to his knowledge at least. He could've popped something outta its socket.]
[ lance spares a moment to test out his ankle, leaning a little more weight onto it. it hurts, but it's likely nothing more than a bruise or slight sprain. so he shakes his head in response. ]
I was trying to look for you... Where did you go, anyway?
[Hah hah. I found the loophole. He's pulling his arms back, setting a hand on Lance's shoulder, parting with a quick squeeze. He's gotta go...pick his knife up before he has a hemorrhage.]
There's a swift return -- it landed somewhere actully lodged into the tree just behind the one Lance'd been hoisted up into. Low enough that he didn't actually have to climb it to retrieve it, which is good. He ain't bad w/ this aiming and saving shit.]
Looking around.
[Don't spoil the surprise...]
I got a job.
[While sliding his hand into Lance's. It's ungloved, though he's still in his blade outfit from when he'd stormed out earlier...]
[ well the hand in his is nice. it's comforting, and he tries to read as much into it as he can. gripping it back, he tries (and fails) not to look as confused and shocked as he feels. ]
Oh. You did? [ ... ] Okay...
[ that's. that's not what he would expect someone to do after a big fight like theirs but. but he supposes he can appreciate keith's... practicality............ ]
[He doesn't exactly seem enthralled...which is fine. It's not like they're supposed to just forget what happened over a near-death experience and an ill-timed job thing. He'll start tugging him, pulling him back into the direction from which they came, wary of traps and such this time around -- extra-wary, that is.]
Just...don't do that again. Even if you think I'm not gonna answer.
[ lance says nothing, because as far as he's concerned he's heard keith apologize enough for one night, and he'd rather not say any more stuff to encourage any more of it. instead he just dutifully follows along, not really paying attention to where they're walking, but just sort of assuming keith knows the way back because he's keith, and he's probably memorized twelve different escape routes from their home anyway... ]
[Simplified enough. That's all it is, really. He's looking up every now an then, measuring where he is exactly in relation to where their treehouse should be. He'd like the very first pioneers...]
[He comes to a gradual halt; there's no immediate rebuttal for that, he just presses on maybe five more feet before his movement halts entirely. Normally, he wouldn't mind Lance taking a breather. The fact that he's not going on and on about something stupid (even if it's just him nettling) is odd. Borderline unnerving.]
Sorry. [While turning to face him, finally.] I'm not the easiest person to be with. [He'll omit the 'I tried to tell you' portion of that.]
I won't blame you if you decide you don't want to stay with me.
[It'll be fine. He'll just become a super bitter old man and volunteer to be a guinea pig at the blood bank in the meantime.]
[ another apology, and lance has to stifle his tired sigh. ]
It's not like I expected this to be smooth sailing or anything. I mean — it's us, you know? [ nothing about their relationship, platonic or otherwise, has ever been very easy, except for how it all just kind of happens, so it isn't like he's all that surprised.
that doesn't make it any less exhausting, though. ]
But you gotta talk to me, man. I don't always know what's going on. I'm not that smart, okay?
[ he doesn't even address the out keith offers him, because for him it had never been an option. ]
[First and foremost, not to negate the point him needing to communicate better. That last bit there was inaccurate.]
But it...probably shouldn't be this hard either.
[Sure, they might be dragon-married and fighting might be healthy in some respect(s), but Lance getting lost in the forest and fretting over him shouldn't be part of the deal. He'd felt like shit about it too, yeah, and he hadn't been able to figure a dang thing out, but his emotional constipation's now putting Lance in danger.
There's a sigh, a glare off of to the side.]
I know, but I keep screwing up anyway.
[This is an awful prelude to I MADE THESE RINGS. Speaking of continuously screwing up...]
[ lance feels like they're going around in circles, and he doesn't anticipate this journey to end any time soon if they keep going on this way.
so he just tightens his hold around keith's hand, tugging to draw the other boy's attention to him. ]
Look — just answer me this. Do you want this to work out? If you do, then I don't care if this is the hardest thing I ever have to do. We're still learning, you know? And we'll keep learning if we keep trying. I just need to know you want to keep trying with me.
[There's a hesitation -- not because he's not sure, it's more about communication and his fixation with not being able to, even now, rather than working around it. There comes a nod, eyes lifting to meet Lance's.]
Of course I want it to work out. [A blanket statement, internalizing a second but I don't want to keep hurting you. He shifts his weight from foot to foot.] More than anything, I...I love you, sometimes I just think I'm not the best person for you.
[THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS, HE MANAGED TO SULLY A NICE SCENE WITH HIS INSECURITIES AGAIN.]
[ he had been holding his breath, and he's quick to release it as soon as keith (finally) responds. it leaves his body in a shudder, the stiffness and tension in his shoulders now just a faint memory as he slumps. ]
Leave that decision to me, huh?
[ and it's pretty obvious to him what decision he's already made. he tug tugs on keith's hand, drawing him close enough that he can tip his temple up against the other's forehead. ]
Can we go home now? I have no idea where we are, Junior's gonna wake up and cry up a storm once he realizes he's alone.
[Keith's happy as is, after all. He's grown used to having Lance around, being intimate with him -- more importantly, he's pretty much in love with the dude? It'd be Real Bad if he decided to jet, but he can't hold him hostage either.
Even so, it doesn't look like Lance is turning tail. Maybe out of obligation or something -- he won't let his brain fall too far down that hole. Lance is open enough to giving it another shot and thus, there's another opportunity not to act like a piece of shit.]
Yeah, sure.
[Quietly, tilting his chin forward to peck at whatever skin he can readily access. He's agreed to head off, but he's hanging out in place for a few extra moments, just enjoying the quiet with his still-boyfriend.]
keith doesn't move, and lance isn't complaining, shifting that much closer so he can tuck himself more snugly against him. it's awkward with their entwined hands in the way, so he opts to let go just so he can fully wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and hold him close. ]
Don't worry so much, okay? We haven't killed each other yet.
[ he noses the side of keith's head, inching closer and closer to his lips. ]
Whatever it is, we'll get through it, like we get through everything. Pretty sure I wake up more in love with you every day anyway, so I'd say our chances are looking pretty good.
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Keeeeeeeeeeeeith! I'm up here!!
[ wherever... up here is...
owwie his ankle ;w; ]
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Lance?! How--
[Of course...he'd be stuck in something like that. He better not have ended up there because he was distracted by a hot girl or something. He'll draw his blade with that thought in mind, take a few steps in reverse and proceed to chuck it at the length of rope between Lance's foot and the branch.
...And then, of course, move enough to catch him princess style should it all go according to plan -- and it will.]
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not that he doesn't still shout when he's suddenly sent falling down towards the earth or anything. he does manage to at least fling his arms around keith's neck on the way down, and idk maybe because keith's half-galra he's stronger than normal and this all winds up perfect and elegant and romantique.
lance is still pretty winded, though. ]
Ugh, [ he says, very elegantly. ] We never had to worry about this kinda stuff in Olympia...
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Don't just go wandering into the forest!
[He's dropping Lance's legs, only to draw him into a fullbody hug. Dumbass. Idiot. Buffoon. He's probably lucky he'd been ensnared in something, lest he end up lost for months....]
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oh, okay, yes. the hug's much better. lance slumps into it after the initial shock wears off, head tipping to lean against the other's. ]
I only did it cuz I thought that's what you did... [ it's not his fault his gut instinct was wrong! ]
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Don't just do whatever I do.
[Without any visible weapons on him, none the less. He's relieved that it doesn't...hurt for him to put weight on that foot -- to his knowledge at least. He could've popped something outta its socket.]
Does it hurt?
[Finally, regardless...]
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I was trying to look for you... Where did you go, anyway?
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[Without wrecking the sup rise.]
You could have just called...
[Hah hah. I found the loophole. He's pulling his arms back, setting a hand on Lance's shoulder, parting with a quick squeeze. He's gotta go...pick his knife up before he has a hemorrhage.]
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[ considering the last time... hem hem.
anyway, lance is less wiling to let keith go, almost afraid the guy will just up and disappear again. ]
What were you doing in town?
[ that's so. un-keith... ]
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There's a swift return -- it landed somewhere actully lodged into the tree just behind the one Lance'd been hoisted up into. Low enough that he didn't actually have to climb it to retrieve it, which is good. He ain't bad w/ this aiming and saving shit.]
Looking around.
[Don't spoil the surprise...]
I got a job.
[While sliding his hand into Lance's. It's ungloved, though he's still in his blade outfit from when he'd stormed out earlier...]
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Oh. You did? [ ... ] Okay...
[ that's. that's not what he would expect someone to do after a big fight like theirs but. but he supposes he can appreciate keith's... practicality............ ]
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Just...don't do that again. Even if you think I'm not gonna answer.
[The most heartwarming conversation starter.]
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Then maybe you should always answer, [ he murmurs, pouty. ]
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I know.
[Cutting away some messy shrubbery like he's Indiana Jones.]
Sorry.
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So what job did you get?
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Forging metals.
[Simplified enough. That's all it is, really. He's looking up every now an then, measuring where he is exactly in relation to where their treehouse should be. He'd like the very first pioneers...]
You're quiet.
[DUN DUN DUN.]
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Yeah, well... [ why u calling him out ] Kinda not really sure what to say.
[ not that it ever really stopped him before, but now he's worried saying the wrong thing will just make it worse. hence, the silence. ]
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Sorry. [While turning to face him, finally.] I'm not the easiest person to be with. [He'll omit the 'I tried to tell you' portion of that.]
I won't blame you if you decide you don't want to stay with me.
[It'll be fine. He'll just become a super bitter old man and volunteer to be a guinea pig at the blood bank in the meantime.]
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It's not like I expected this to be smooth sailing or anything. I mean — it's us, you know? [ nothing about their relationship, platonic or otherwise, has ever been very easy, except for how it all just kind of happens, so it isn't like he's all that surprised.
that doesn't make it any less exhausting, though. ]
But you gotta talk to me, man. I don't always know what's going on. I'm not that smart, okay?
[ he doesn't even address the out keith offers him, because for him it had never been an option. ]
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[First and foremost, not to negate the point him needing to communicate better. That last bit there was inaccurate.]
But it...probably shouldn't be this hard either.
[Sure, they might be dragon-married and fighting might be healthy in some respect(s), but Lance getting lost in the forest and fretting over him shouldn't be part of the deal. He'd felt like shit about it too, yeah, and he hadn't been able to figure a dang thing out, but his emotional constipation's now putting Lance in danger.
There's a sigh, a glare off of to the side.]
I know, but I keep screwing up anyway.
[This is an awful prelude to I MADE THESE RINGS. Speaking of continuously screwing up...]
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so he just tightens his hold around keith's hand, tugging to draw the other boy's attention to him. ]
Look — just answer me this. Do you want this to work out? If you do, then I don't care if this is the hardest thing I ever have to do. We're still learning, you know? And we'll keep learning if we keep trying. I just need to know you want to keep trying with me.
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Of course I want it to work out. [A blanket statement, internalizing a second but I don't want to keep hurting you. He shifts his weight from foot to foot.] More than anything, I...I love you, sometimes I just think I'm not the best person for you.
[THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS, HE MANAGED TO SULLY A NICE SCENE WITH HIS INSECURITIES AGAIN.]
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Leave that decision to me, huh?
[ and it's pretty obvious to him what decision he's already made. he tug tugs on keith's hand, drawing him close enough that he can tip his temple up against the other's forehead. ]
Can we go home now? I have no idea where we are, Junior's gonna wake up and cry up a storm once he realizes he's alone.
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Even so, it doesn't look like Lance is turning tail. Maybe out of obligation or something -- he won't let his brain fall too far down that hole. Lance is open enough to giving it another shot and thus, there's another opportunity not to act like a piece of shit.]
Yeah, sure.
[Quietly, tilting his chin forward to peck at whatever skin he can readily access. He's agreed to head off, but he's hanging out in place for a few extra moments, just enjoying the quiet with his still-boyfriend.]
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keith doesn't move, and lance isn't complaining, shifting that much closer so he can tuck himself more snugly against him. it's awkward with their entwined hands in the way, so he opts to let go just so he can fully wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and hold him close. ]
Don't worry so much, okay? We haven't killed each other yet.
[ he noses the side of keith's head, inching closer and closer to his lips. ]
Whatever it is, we'll get through it, like we get through everything. Pretty sure I wake up more in love with you every day anyway, so I'd say our chances are looking pretty good.
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