red-lions

Lions

Keith didn’t know what had woken him at first.  He was warm and comfortable.  Shiro was at his back, even if they weren’t actively cuddling at the moment.  No alarms were blaring, calling them to defend the Castle.  The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing.  Shiro’s slow and calm with peaceful dreams for once, and another….someone else was breathing in front of him.

Keith’s eyes flew open. Two giant slitted pupils stared back at him.  He didn’t think.  He just acted.  Slamming his pillow into the snout of the creature, he quickly scrambled backwards, slipping on his bed partner, as he tried to get some room to make another move.

He didn’t know if Shiro had been woken by the same thing he had or if his hasty attempt for distance had startled him awake, but suddenly there was a human hand on his chest and he was shoved behind the bulk of the larger paladin.  He felt sharp relief as Shiro’s Galra arm came to life in glowing purple between them and the beast.  His weapons were on the floor in a pile across the room.  There was a half formed plan to try and wrap the thing’s head up in the sheets and make a run for his bayard, but he felt his skin was safer for not having to implement it.

The light from Shiro’s arm startled the creature into backing up and baring a mouth full of sharp teeth in a hiss.  The distance gave Keith his first chance to get a clear look since waking.  Honestly, it reminded him of the big cats he’d seen in the zoo on a field trip once.  Sleek tail, big paws, nearly as long as he was tall, and ears laid back in anger, if it hadn’t been some shade of red he might have thought it was from Earth.

Whatever it was, it was recovering its nerve and started to approach them again.  Keith yanked the sheets clear, as he heard Shiro let out a dark nearly feral snarl.  Before the creature could get back in range for either side to attack, another larger black one seemed to materialize from the shadows beside it.  The new one grabbed the back of the red creature’s neck in its maw, and yanked it away from them towards the opposite wall.  Keith could only stare, as the larger beast let go of the smaller only to interpose itself between them and it.

It was the fun house mirror quality of the whole situation that finally tipped him off to what was going on.  The bigger one was only a half foot taller than its friend.  Though it looked wary of them, it didn’t put off any of the blatant ‘I’m going to attack you’ body language like the other one.  The smaller one looked pissed at its treatment, but it didn’t try to push its way past to get at them.  It just glared at him from around the black one’s legs, in much the same was Keith was looking around Shiro’s back at it.

No, it couldn’t be, “Shiro,” Keith started hesitantly, “Is that the lions?”

Keith didn’t get long to feel stupid for voicing his passing thought.  Shiro stiffened in front of him.  He couldn’t see his face, but he was quiet when he asked, “Black?”

The now quite obviously Black lion perked up at Shiro’s voice, letting out a happy sound at getting recognized.  There was a silent moment of shock, then the purple light illuminating the room went out as Shiro deactivated his arm.  Black waited a minute more, then padded across the floor and bumped heads with her paladin.  Shiro let out a soft surprised laugh, “Hey girl, don’t suppose you could tell me what’s going on,” He asked.  Black just stared at him, “Guess that’d make life too simple, eh.  Oh well.” Shiro scratched behind Black’s ears as he turned to smile at Keith.

Shiro and Black’s violence free de-escalation only served to highlight the occupants of the room who had yet to kiss and make up.  Red had followed Black across the room and parked herself a little behind her.  She was still angry.  She’d stopped showing off her fangs, but her ears were still laid back and she was specifically looking at Keith.  Right, he had sort of whacked her in the face with a pillow.  Though, he thinks he was a bit justified considering she decided to introduce herself by looming over him while he slept.  They were pretty even in his book.  Keith crossed his arms and stared right back.

He really wasn’t all that shocked at the mirrored way Black broke off to nudge Red, while Shiro started giving Keith his ‘you’re better than this’ look.  He saw it a lot when Lance egged him into doing something stupid. Shiro had no room to talk.  He knew the sorts of things the man had done on a dare before.

“She started it,” Keith explained.  Okay sure, he sounded like he was two, but it was dark’o’clock in the morning and he’d been woken by being scared half to death.  He was allowed to be petty.

“Seriously?” Shiro asked, raising an eyebrow at him incredulously.  When Keith didn’t even bother to break his staring contest with Red, Shiro just sighed and gave him a kiss to the forehead, “Fine, not my lion. When you’re done, catch up.  I’m going to see if anyone else knows what’s going on.”  Shiro climbed out of bed and headed over to where he stored his armor. Black looked from Red to him and then turned to follow Shiro across the room.  He felt incredibly judged, and maybe a bit silly.

Apparently Red felt the same.  She let out a low growl as Black left.  She didn’t like being made to look like the immature one either.  The connection that normally let him communicate with his lion was muted for some reason, probably to do with her current condition, but it still felt like a mutual decision to move on before either of their prides was wounded any further.  They broke eye contact, and Keith followed Shiro in getting dressed.

Time for Krampus Nacht! Diy holiday outfit for my fave Xmas party in LA held by @leagueofsteam at Red Lion Tavern!
Dress: dismantled bridesmaid dress from @sheynef ’s wedding
Stole: vintage
Headdress: wreath from Michael’s crafts
Belt: headdress from Claire’s

MUCH REPURPOSING HAS OCCURRED haha.

#xmas #losangeles
#ootd #styling #fashion #christmas #krampus #krampusnacht2016 #redliontavern #beauty #makeup #updo #hairstyle (at The Red Lion Tavern)

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.