Shiro had almost expected Keith to turn and run after his display of affection. He was surprised mostly to see the response that Keith did take. He was trance-like in his movements as he travelled up to his dwelling and didn’t look to Shiro once, though he did hold onto his hand. That soft, warm hand that had felt both full and slender in Shiro’s rough sandpaper-like touch. He touched his lips briefly, still feeling the memory of the smooth skin there and he smiled softly to himself.

When Keith finally turned to him, sShiro was relieved to see that the expression he gave was not one of fear or resentment but beautiful fondness. His face smiled with his lips and crinkled his eyes so innocently, so purely that Shiro felt his heart melt in his chest. This human was so mesmerising. Everything he did had Shiro intrigued and entranced like Keith himself was a siren. He was ready to turn away when Keith’s voice sounded in his mind. It was as loud as it was when he was right beside him, yet held the same rippling effect of a long lost memory that siren voices had. His heart jumped in his chest with both longing and excitement that he knew he would get no sleep now.

He waited for Keith to step into his dwelling before he pushed himself onto his back and lay there in the moonlight, floating atop the water. The sound of Keith’s laughter rang in his ears alongside his final goodnight and as he closed his eyes he found Keith burned into the backs of his eyelids. He stayed like it for hours, thinking of Keith like an adolescent but he couldn’t help himself. It was only when the sun began to slice open the sky with bright red and gold rays that he finally found a cave to rest and sleep in. He slept dreamlesy, his thoughts being preoccupied with reliving the night with Keith and resending every sensation that had accompanied it.