Inktober 25, 2017 - and an end of Voltron, Season 4 fanfic thing
What do you want with me?
Tagging @theclosetpianist because they asked :3 thank you for following along on my meandering journey as I learn to deal with Voltron, multishipping and hopefully bettering my writing… Cheers!
With Lotor showing that he knew how to strip and so darn fluidly, putting on another jacket didn’t need to be difficult. Keith could barely reign in the urge to chuck it at his royal highness’ broad, battle-scarred back- Er, smirking face, and just. Walk away. Turn in for the night, like he’d told Shiro, and then fly back to the Blades! But things weren’t so simple. The scattered flowers and bits of pollen, pink steamers and spilt wine made the otherwise gleaming alcove look like some sort of crime scene. Or the beginning of some juicy scandal.
Over my dead body, Keith thought. Or Lotor’s, if he didn’t take the stupid jacket and put it on.