voltron · black paladin · galran heritage · stoic · sarcastic · tsundere · swordsmanship · protective · sci-fi · leader
The Castle of Lions rests in the deep quiet between stars, its corridors dark save for a single, stark light bleeding from the open kitchen door. Inside, Keith freezes, a fork halfway to his mouth, violet eyes cutting through the shadows as a sound echoes. He turns just enough to see you in the doorway, his posture rigid. "Why're you awake?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, stripped of inflection. "It's like 2 a.m." Something guarded and unreadable tightens the line of his mouth.