Oh, what will you become?

[batricide]

WHO: Damian & YOU
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: September ( january)
WHAT: Life threw a curveball he wasn't expecting and Damian is dealing with it poorly.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: damian is not okay

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SEPTEMBER 5th

[batricide]

SEPTEMBER 6th

[batricide]

september 7th

[secondnature]

[The last thing Keith wants to do is be here. There's something reassuring about knowing that Damian is just as bombastic, destructive, and troubling when he isn't in a conversation with Keith. But knowing that doesn't remove the fact that Damian, down to his very core, unsettles every bit of Keith's being. It's not the kind of unsettling that comes with terror; instead, it's that Damian can hit so close to the mark of what he fears, digging in deep and cutting to the bone in the process.

It's like what he told Kara: sometimes it feels like Damian can see into his past. He can see Keith nearly getting his team killed when Lotor played with them. He can see Keith not showing up when they needed Voltron to help a lot of refugees.

Keith knows that's unrealistic. Deep down, he understands this. Strangely ... or not so strangely, that doesn't do the trick.

But he's here. Because like it or not, their group is a team. Keith is pretty sure that when it comes to him and Damian, it's a permanent "or not." This situation is bigger than the both of them. So, again, he's here. Wherever they've agreed to meet, dressed in a set of clothes ready for a workout. His knife is strapped to his back like it used to be back in the day, wrapped up to hide the glowing emblem of the Blade of Marmora.]

You ready for this?

[Honestly, the weirdest part of this? Keith has rushed into lots of fights in his life without thinking twice. Sometimes he doesn't even think about winning or losing. Here, he's dreading that if he loses, Damian will hold it over him. That he'll make it difficult for Keith to get any headway here. That Keith won't be able to help people who need it.

It's a pretty crappy feeling. Keith knows he has to do his best not to let it affect him.]

SEPTEMBER 7th

[batricide]

SEPTEMBER 8th

[rehandle]

[ it's been... a time. the past few days have given him more to think about than he was necessarily prepared for, but that is what it is when you're living in an alternate future under extraordinary circumstances. new arrivals don't exactly have a system for inputting prior warning of possible intent to murder, and nothing else around here ever comes with prep time, so what's new?

he's taken a while to figure a few things out before moving onto the next, but now the next is imminent, and Stephen's in his apartment waiting for the arrival of a person whose thoughts and responses dominated a good portion of the shitshow Gaby's post had been. he's got a little bit of background, a positive review and his own personal conversation with Hafid as insurance that this isn't a bad idea, which is enough to be getting on with. close to the allotted hour he fires off a quick message: ]

I've added your I.D to the access list. You can let yourself in.

[ which leaves Stephen the freedom to potter about in the kitchen of his nice-ish, upper floor, open plan if mostly only functionally decorated apartment in a not so nice part of town, without the need to listen for the door. ]