[Shiro rests his elbows on his knees, still looking at the other man with a small bit of “studying” going on in his gray eyes. Mananan is an angel. He doesn’t really look like an angel, as far as Shiro’s mind says. But those wings before weren’t a trick. If this guy really is his angel… it’s probably as odd for him as it is for Shiro. Just, not in the same way.
He nods when the other man reassures him about not remembering. Still makes him feel a little bad, not recognizing his own angel… Not that he ever knew what to look for. The mention of seeing him through some of “those” times earns a small frown from the other man. A very human part of him wants to instantly lash out and ask why Mananan hadn’t been there for him during those horrible times. A whole year of captivity, slavery, brutality, and worse, and his own angel had been… there?! The question burns on his lips, but it’s because of those feelings that Shiro deliberately bites the question back. There are things he doesn’t know here and accusing or blaming the other man isn’t going to help. Besides… angels aren’t tickets to get out of life’s suffering.
Hell, for all he knows, Mananan could be the very reason he didn’t die during his year-long enslavement. Who’s to say the near miss of those blades hadn’t been his own angel nudging them aside? Do Galra and other aliens have angels? Oh now there’s a question…for later.]
Nothing to do with me? [Okay, that instantly throws him for a loop. Maybe he’d taken “angel” to mean “guardian angel” stock type. Chagrinned, Shiro frowns and laces his fingers together for something to do as he listens.] Dreams and creations, huh. Just watch to see what they do, or are you cultivating them?
[He glances to the angel again when he goes on about being tethered by fate. Okay… Mananan’s drawn to his negative emotions. That’s awkw—His pants?! Shiro goes beet red.] I summoned my angel because I lost my pants?!
[Prisoner for a year and Voltron war for another year and his embarrassment over his pants is what finally summons Mananan to him. Talk about mortifying. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't so awkward!]
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Re: why thank you~
Date: 2019-05-04 11:19 pm (UTC)He nods when the other man reassures him about not remembering. Still makes him feel a little bad, not recognizing his own angel… Not that he ever knew what to look for. The mention of seeing him through some of “those” times earns a small frown from the other man. A very human part of him wants to instantly lash out and ask why Mananan hadn’t been there for him during those horrible times. A whole year of captivity, slavery, brutality, and worse, and his own angel had been… there?! The question burns on his lips, but it’s because of those feelings that Shiro deliberately bites the question back. There are things he doesn’t know here and accusing or blaming the other man isn’t going to help. Besides… angels aren’t tickets to get out of life’s suffering.
Hell, for all he knows, Mananan could be the very reason he didn’t die during his year-long enslavement. Who’s to say the near miss of those blades hadn’t been his own angel nudging them aside? Do Galra and other aliens have angels? Oh now there’s a question…for later.]
Nothing to do with me? [Okay, that instantly throws him for a loop. Maybe he’d taken “angel” to mean “guardian angel” stock type. Chagrinned, Shiro frowns and laces his fingers together for something to do as he listens.] Dreams and creations, huh. Just watch to see what they do, or are you cultivating them?
[He glances to the angel again when he goes on about being tethered by fate. Okay… Mananan’s drawn to his negative emotions. That’s awkw—His pants?! Shiro goes beet red.] I summoned my angel because I lost my pants?!
[Prisoner for a year and Voltron war for another year and his embarrassment over his pants is what finally summons Mananan to him. Talk about mortifying. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't so awkward!]