Liminal Spaces

             He took a long drag of his cigarette, staring at the dust kicking up on the road. The car was still a few miles away, just a spot in perspective, though growing larger and closer at a nearly alarming speed. Keith sneered.

            Shiro liked to put on that mature act, patience yields focus (and Keith couldn’t help but roll his eyes because every time he heard Shiro repeat it, all he could think was that it sounded like something out of a cheesy kung-fu movie or an episode of Naruto), but that all went out the window when he got behind the wheel.

            The truck tore off the road and drifted on the dirt, Hunk and Lance screaming from the truck bed, before it came to a jarring halt, and the engine cut. Hunk and Lance sat up in the bed, their hair sticking out in every direction and their screams slipping into laughter as they stumbled out of the truck, plenty of new bruises blooming on their dark skin. Pidge hopped out of the passenger seat with a wild grin, and then Shiro emerged from the driver’s side, looking as calm and collected as ever (though there was just the trace of something like a smirk on his face).

            “You’re a menace to society,” Keith called out to him from his front porch, “and you should have your license revoked.”

            “They’d have to catch me first,” Shiro quipped, and Keith snorted as he stomped out the butt of his cigarette.



This is an old drabble from...hoo boy, over a year ago at this point, back when I'd just gotten into Voltron. When I was writing this, I really only had an aesthetic in mind to go on, without any plans for plot or story, so I ended up running out of ideas/steam eventually (pretty quickly, honestly ^^;), but I still really love this excerpt. I'd like to do something with it in some way or another, so I'm definitely keeping a pin in it, but for now, it is what it is.