Listen, it could be worse! We had a week where we were biting each other.
[ and other stupid weekly effects, but this is the one that comes up when anyone complains about affection week. ganymede thinks it could be a whole heck of a lot worse, than being subjected to being tactile.
but. ope. ok. that's happening. his hands shoot up to get his shoulders to make sure that they don't eat shit completely, and now there is a. kiss? his nose gets smushed in the process because of the momentum, but at least they don't knock their heads together in the process.
[ bite week... keith thinks he would have enjoyed that a little more than this... he's scrappy.
maybe it would have been better if they'd knocked their heads together. a little naptime while the puppies play. also, then keith could just think this is all some crazy dream, and he could pretend it never happened. but when would he ever be that lucky....
their positions have shifted slightly, keith now firmly in ganymede's lap, facing him. hands still on his shoulders, holding on for dear life and probably balled into fists. the kiss is anything but smooth or romantic, just them being smushed together. but keith doesn't immediately pull away? this is a form of affection he's never experienced, it's never been something he cared about, let alone had someone to act it out with. but after last week... maybe he's been thinking about it, here and there.
he lingers, relaxing his hands so they're flat on gan's shoulders, his body untensing, and just. let's things be. it turns into something softer, still not a note worthy kiss by any means, but at least they're not like two muppets kissing anymore. ]
[ bite week was because you bit people you thought were hot so idk.
anyways. ganymede is - not entirely sure how to react to this, for a number of reasons. he's already tactile by nature, especially with keith, and so it's natural, easy, to roughhouse and be close to each other. but this is a new experience, and it's not necessarily a bad one.
definitely, the way it's happened is comedic. they could just laugh this off and move on with their lives, awkward and embarrassed. they could... maybe talk about it, work through anything that might cause tension. because this is one person that he just cannot lose, whether it be literal or figurative, and he would hate for keith to be uncomfortable after this.
he has the experience that keith doesn't (and that's also a contender for reason why he's not sure how to react). and yet, his fingers flex on either side of keith, between pulling away to console or to holding him steady still, and...
god, this is a ████ that's come to terms with his death. had spent three months thinking that he would never be going home, alive or dead. accepted that he would never see anyone from voltron, his family, ever again. not necessarily giving up hope - just accepting that this might have been it, even as he still tried. now, keith is here again.
keith is here.
tentatively, he reaches his hands up to hold his face. a guiding touch, flesh and blood hand cupping the scar that another him left behind and thumb tracing it as he fixes the kiss.
[ okay, well, still would have worked out better. probably. expressing himself through biting just feels right.
oh to be able to just laugh this off and move one or honestly...even run away from it all and pretend it didn't happen! but alas, here he is, here they are. it's not the most ideal situation, but it's happening and there's no running now. he's been avoiding his feelings for the past week and really even longer than that.
shiro, i love you.
his own words echoing in his head as he's held so carefully. leaning into the warmth of the hand on his cheek. the kiss fixed and his heart swelling. oh my god he's kissing shiro. oh my god. aaaaaaa. the panic in his brain fighting the butterflies.
but he let's himself be guided, follows gan's lead, and doesn't run away. his arms slide up and around ganymede's shoulders, holding himself there.
after a few moments, longer than he would have thought it'd last, he pulls away...but not far. enough to bump their foreheads together and breath in some damn air. head spinning and eyes staring down at the lips he'd just been kissing. ]
I- I um... [ oh reality sets in. ] Sorry, that was... I didn't... [ words hard. head spinny. just closes his eyes and screams internally. ]
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[ and other stupid weekly effects, but this is the one that comes up when anyone complains about affection week. ganymede thinks it could be a whole heck of a lot worse, than being subjected to being tactile.
but. ope. ok. that's happening. his hands shoot up to get his shoulders to make sure that they don't eat shit completely, and now there is a. kiss? his nose gets smushed in the process because of the momentum, but at least they don't knock their heads together in the process.
oh n ]
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maybe it would have been better if they'd knocked their heads together. a little naptime while the puppies play. also, then keith could just think this is all some crazy dream, and he could pretend it never happened. but when would he ever be that lucky....
their positions have shifted slightly, keith now firmly in ganymede's lap, facing him. hands still on his shoulders, holding on for dear life and probably balled into fists. the kiss is anything but smooth or romantic, just them being smushed together. but keith doesn't immediately pull away? this is a form of affection he's never experienced, it's never been something he cared about, let alone had someone to act it out with. but after last week... maybe he's been thinking about it, here and there.
he lingers, relaxing his hands so they're flat on gan's shoulders, his body untensing, and just. let's things be. it turns into something softer, still not a note worthy kiss by any means, but at least they're not like two muppets kissing anymore. ]
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anyways. ganymede is - not entirely sure how to react to this, for a number of reasons. he's already tactile by nature, especially with keith, and so it's natural, easy, to roughhouse and be close to each other. but this is a new experience, and it's not necessarily a bad one.
definitely, the way it's happened is comedic. they could just laugh this off and move on with their lives, awkward and embarrassed. they could... maybe talk about it, work through anything that might cause tension. because this is one person that he just cannot lose, whether it be literal or figurative, and he would hate for keith to be uncomfortable after this.
he has the experience that keith doesn't (and that's also a contender for reason why he's not sure how to react). and yet, his fingers flex on either side of keith, between pulling away to console or to holding him steady still, and...
god, this is a ████ that's come to terms with his death. had spent three months thinking that he would never be going home, alive or dead. accepted that he would never see anyone from voltron, his family, ever again. not necessarily giving up hope
- just accepting that this might have been it, even as he still tried. now, keith is here again.
keith is here.
tentatively, he reaches his hands up to hold his face. a guiding touch, flesh and blood hand cupping the scar that another him left behind and thumb tracing it as he fixes the kiss.
okay. okay, alright. ]
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oh to be able to just laugh this off and move one or honestly...even run away from it all and pretend it didn't happen! but alas, here he is, here they are. it's not the most ideal situation, but it's happening and there's no running now. he's been avoiding his feelings for the past week and really even longer than that.
shiro, i love you.
his own words echoing in his head as he's held so carefully. leaning into the warmth of the hand on his cheek. the kiss fixed and his heart swelling. oh my god he's kissing shiro. oh my god. aaaaaaa. the panic in his brain fighting the butterflies.
but he let's himself be guided, follows gan's lead, and doesn't run away. his arms slide up and around ganymede's shoulders, holding himself there.
after a few moments, longer than he would have thought it'd last, he pulls away...but not far. enough to bump their foreheads together and breath in some damn air. head spinning and eyes staring down at the lips he'd just been kissing. ]
I- I um... [ oh reality sets in. ] Sorry, that was... I didn't... [ words hard. head spinny. just closes his eyes and screams internally. ]