THE WORLD'S GREATEST SYMPHONY Voltron - Shiro/Keith

[marshv]

Fill for starlightchallenge's first prompt: "The soundtrack of my life sounds very ominous."

Not totally happy with this but I needed to post something.

 

Title: The World's Greatest Symphony

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Keith/Shiro

Rating: G

Warnings: None
Words: 549

 

Keith's life was a tragedy.

 

Tragedy.

 

After tragedy.

 

After tragedy.

 

That's not to say he was never happy—he was. But that happiness had a habit of only sticking around for so long. Any semblance of contentment, any shred of joy, it never lasted. It was always inevitably cut short by some cruel fate he could never manage to anticipate. 

 

He was one of the few people in history to have a good relationship with his dad. And what happens? His dad dies. And he knew that was what started his downward spiral. Or at least what had given it the push it needed to really get him to rock-bottom. He was forced face first into a rut he didn't want, but one he had no intention of ever climbing out of.

 

But in the same way he could never anticipate tragedy, he was never able to anticipate happiness either. He'd become so pessimistic, he could never see it coming. But he insisted that pessimism was realism. After all, when you suffer through heartbreak after heartbreak, what else can you imagine except yet another heartbreak? So when he met Shiro, he was hell-bent on not getting attached. 

 

Because if Shiro was like everything else in his life, he'd be gone soon. Dead or missing or fed up with Keith's company. And Keith was mentally preparing himself for it when it happened.

 

Usually, he was good at it. Denying himself. He didn't have friends and refused to make any. Shiro alone was the first real relationship he'd had in his life. The first real friend. The first shoulder to cry on and the first pair of arms to wrap him in a hug since his dad passed away. In a way, Shiro reminded him of his dad. There was that companionship and encouragement that Keith was so deprived of. But in another more tangible way— a more obvious way— Shiro was something else. Something very different. Something Keith knew the word for but was so terrified of saying that he spent more than one night wide-awake and thinking.

 

Thinking was never a smart idea. No one ever got anywhere by thinking. Especially not about love.

 

And he hated that. He hated that word. He hated that that's what this was and that he'd been burdened with something so nonsensical and alien. Because it wasn't the love he had for his dad. It wasn't the love of seeing a sunset or sleeping in late. It was love in the traditional sense. A love that made his brain short circuit. A love that made his heart flutter and skip and his stomach twist around like he was about to throw up. But instead of throwing up, he'd just laugh. And Shiro would laugh. And it sounded like the world's greatest symphony. One that he wanted to continue forever.

 

And then it ended. 

 

Just like he always knew it would.

The day Shiro went missing was the end. And he knew it was inevitable. Knew it was a fate he couldn't hope to avoid. But he'd never been in love before. Never shared the things he'd shared. Never done the things he'd done. And when he heard the news blaring over the television and shouted through the garrison halls, the symphony went silent.

 

Comments

[kalira]

Oh Keith. . . *sighs* Ouchy, but very Keith, sadly, and you did a good job making the angst have a bit of deep-down punch.

[marshv]

Thank you! I was worried it wasn't going to be sad enough since I wrote this so quickly. Glad you like!