Ziggy, I don't want you to be alone. Not ever. Being cold and and alone, it's too heavy. I wouldn't wish it even on my enemies, to be honest.
Hiroki's utterly honest.
And then, accidentally-
Ziggy might see a memory. Shiro's clone - he 'knew', wrongly, that he was Shiro, back then, had no doubts in his mind, only determination, pure determination born of Shiro's memories and conviction - landing, or rather, crushing, barely managing to do so without dying, on a snowy planet.
Said determination let him make one step after another on his journey through the snow (and to painfully cauterise his leg wound, and then make more steps), even as he was shivering and at some points wondering how soon he will freeze. But no matter. He was going back home, he wouldn't, couldn't freeze or get hypothermia. Step after step, going, with effort he thought might kill him if he's not careful, in the snow, with no living creature in sight.
Because, because his family was waiting for him. His family. In short, Voltron. So he wanted to live. He didn't escape the evil witch the second time just to die. He didn't escape the evil Galra the second time just to die. So he won't. Because his friends are waiting for him. Not knowing where he is. Worried. That's why- that's why. That's why, whatever killed many other animals there, won't kill him, he's decided back then. And that's why he wanted to live. His friends were waiting for him. Needing him. Possibly. That's why he wouldn't vanish in the snow. He had decided, back then, when the snow was falling on his face, and everywhere else, and he knew he absolutely musn't cry in this weather, so he didn't cry. Only walking forward, barely any rest, was an option. That's why...!!
Hiroki shivers just slightly and hugs Ziggy again, then glances at Ziggy, sheepish, as if he's just seriously embarassed himself. As if Ziggy's just, maybe, seen an equivalent of a baby photo of his or something, that might make Ziggy consider Hiroki weaker than he had thought.
People, Hiroki continues, trying to ignore the fact that Ziggy might've seen the memory of that snowy journey, they, no, we, aren't meant to be alone. So, if you tried not to be alone, back when I couldn't be here for you, even though I should've been, that's good. I don't want you to be alone.
Nuzzles.
How about, hmm, some not platonic sex with me later? You can then explain to me the difference, because I don't know it. I'll listen.
Half serious. Also... yes... flirting. Mind, he won't tell Ziggy not to sleep with anyone else (platonically??). He won't ask Ziggy for that now, ever. He will learn... well, he will learn, he's decided. Ziggy's not unfaithful. Ziggy is Ziggy. Hm. Hiroki will just learn. Somehow. He will. Besides, Ziggy is amazing.
Oh? Hmm. Does this mean I'm any good? I've heard my name quite loudly. It felt great. I felt alive.
Ditto.
Though there's always that euphoric feeling when Hiroki thinks my name.
If someone has a name of one's own, and not somebody else's, nor, even worse, a number, that someone is a person.
Everybody knows that.
I've fallen for you, Ziggy. More each day. Still more each day. Stop me or someday I'll love you too much.
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Date: 2020-09-18 12:48 am (UTC)Hiroki's utterly honest.
And then, accidentally-
Ziggy might see a memory. Shiro's clone - he 'knew', wrongly, that he was Shiro, back then, had no doubts in his mind, only determination, pure determination born of Shiro's memories and conviction - landing, or rather, crushing, barely managing to do so without dying, on a snowy planet.
Said determination let him make one step after another on his journey through the snow (and to painfully cauterise his leg wound, and then make more steps), even as he was shivering and at some points wondering how soon he will freeze. But no matter. He was going back home, he wouldn't, couldn't freeze or get hypothermia. Step after step, going, with effort he thought might kill him if he's not careful, in the snow, with no living creature in sight.
Because, because his family was waiting for him. His family. In short, Voltron. So he wanted to live. He didn't escape the evil witch the second time just to die. He didn't escape the evil Galra the second time just to die. So he won't. Because his friends are waiting for him. Not knowing where he is. Worried. That's why- that's why. That's why, whatever killed many other animals there, won't kill him, he's decided back then. And that's why he wanted to live. His friends were waiting for him. Needing him. Possibly. That's why he wouldn't vanish in the snow. He had decided, back then, when the snow was falling on his face, and everywhere else, and he knew he absolutely musn't cry in this weather, so he didn't cry. Only walking forward, barely any rest, was an option. That's why...!!
Hiroki shivers just slightly and hugs Ziggy again, then glances at Ziggy, sheepish, as if he's just seriously embarassed himself. As if Ziggy's just, maybe, seen an equivalent of a baby photo of his or something, that might make Ziggy consider Hiroki weaker than he had thought.
People, Hiroki continues, trying to ignore the fact that Ziggy might've seen the memory of that snowy journey, they, no, we, aren't meant to be alone. So, if you tried not to be alone, back when I couldn't be here for you, even though I should've been, that's good. I don't want you to be alone.
Nuzzles.
How about, hmm, some not platonic sex with me later? You can then explain to me the difference, because I don't know it. I'll listen.
Half serious. Also... yes... flirting. Mind, he won't tell Ziggy not to sleep with anyone else (platonically??). He won't ask Ziggy for that now, ever. He will learn... well, he will learn, he's decided. Ziggy's not unfaithful. Ziggy is Ziggy. Hm. Hiroki will just learn. Somehow. He will. Besides, Ziggy is amazing.
Oh? Hmm. Does this mean I'm any good? I've heard my name quite loudly. It felt great. I felt alive.
Ditto.
Though there's always that euphoric feeling when Hiroki thinks my name.
If someone has a name of one's own, and not somebody else's, nor, even worse, a number, that someone is a person.
Everybody knows that.
I've fallen for you, Ziggy. More each day. Still more each day. Stop me or someday I'll love you too much.
He laughs quietly.