As weak as he feels there's still a roar of defiance left inside him. He might die again but he wouldn't do it quietly. Then again, neither would Keith. His Keith would snarl at death until the end. The second kiss is better than the first. Weak as they are he doesn't bother to deepen it, his fingers stroking the sides of Keith's face as he tastes the salt on his lips.
He would give anything for it not to be Keith fading away like this. But that isn't an option. Not yet.
He closes his eyes. He can't shift but that doesn't matter. He'd fought long and hard the first time he got sick. It's almost funny how the more he shifts back and forth the less he sees himself as separate from the Lion. As he'd said to the man Barabas, he is the Black Lion now. Shiro halts that train of thought.
He's mentally trying to distract himself and he knows it. Keith needs him. "Keith?" Screw waiting. He'll tell him now. I M T A K A S H I 2 U W H E N U P L E A S E.
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As weak as he feels there's still a roar of defiance left inside him. He might die again but he wouldn't do it quietly. Then again, neither would Keith. His Keith would snarl at death until the end. The second kiss is better than the first. Weak as they are he doesn't bother to deepen it, his fingers stroking the sides of Keith's face as he tastes the salt on his lips.
He would give anything for it not to be Keith fading away like this. But that isn't an option. Not yet.
He closes his eyes. He can't shift but that doesn't matter. He'd fought long and hard the first time he got sick. It's almost funny how the more he shifts back and forth the less he sees himself as separate from the Lion. As he'd said to the man Barabas, he is the Black Lion now. Shiro halts that train of thought.
He's mentally trying to distract himself and he knows it. Keith needs him. "Keith?" Screw waiting. He'll tell him now. I M T A K A S H I 2 U W H E N U P L E A S E.
His name is his. Whenever he wants to say it.