[ yes, those are shiro’s fingers and it’s relieving in a way that there’s some strength in that squeeze. still, it’s a short lived comfort. shiro knows there isn’t a lot of time to waste, which is why he should be scooping keith up this very second and running. keith isn’t the only one weathering shock though and for his part, shiro isn’t as clear-minded in the moment, instead hazy with panic and indecisive from the slow creep of despair.
knife? keith wants his knife? he has enough sense not to immediately jump to his feet. first, he detangles from keith’s grip and redirects keith’s hand to rest over the wound, waiting a tick before pushing down to increase the hold. ]
Keep pressure on it. [ and then he’s off to find his knife. sword. keith’s right, his knife really had done something weird. similarly to the bayard, it’s taken on an entirely new shape, though, this one is mildly familiar to shiro. a yank at the hilt has the blade sliding free of the corpse. the length and shape aren’t exact to the blade he stood across from not too long ago but the metal seems to be the same. and the insignia… -- he bites his lip and starts running again, only not toward keith.
his helmet, his bayard ( which transforms back once shiro pulls it free ), and his backpack -- shiro collects all the loose items, putting them in the bag and then running back to keith. he knows he’d be faster without the baggage but he can’t just leave this stuff here either. he’ll manage. he’ll still get them back in time.
he has his own phone out by the time he’s at keith’s side again but he doesn’t dial just yet for some intercepting backup. the fangs digging into keith’s lower lip are just as concerning as this sword is, the one shiro places in keith’s free hand, but there’s only so much shiro can unpack right now. get keith to safety first, then piece together what everything else means. ]
We need to get to headquarters. They’ll fix you right up. [ he keeps the fear out of his voice, trying to pull off something more certain and comforting. ] I’m going to need you to keep the pressure on while I carry you, okay?
that's how distressed i was. i turned into a poet.
knife? keith wants his knife? he has enough sense not to immediately jump to his feet. first, he detangles from keith’s grip and redirects keith’s hand to rest over the wound, waiting a tick before pushing down to increase the hold. ]
Keep pressure on it. [ and then he’s off to find his knife. sword. keith’s right, his knife really had done something weird. similarly to the bayard, it’s taken on an entirely new shape, though, this one is mildly familiar to shiro. a yank at the hilt has the blade sliding free of the corpse. the length and shape aren’t exact to the blade he stood across from not too long ago but the metal seems to be the same. and the insignia… -- he bites his lip and starts running again, only not toward keith.
his helmet, his bayard ( which transforms back once shiro pulls it free ), and his backpack -- shiro collects all the loose items, putting them in the bag and then running back to keith. he knows he’d be faster without the baggage but he can’t just leave this stuff here either. he’ll manage. he’ll still get them back in time.
he has his own phone out by the time he’s at keith’s side again but he doesn’t dial just yet for some intercepting backup. the fangs digging into keith’s lower lip are just as concerning as this sword is, the one shiro places in keith’s free hand, but there’s only so much shiro can unpack right now. get keith to safety first, then piece together what everything else means. ]
We need to get to headquarters. They’ll fix you right up. [ he keeps the fear out of his voice, trying to pull off something more certain and comforting. ] I’m going to need you to keep the pressure on while I carry you, okay?