«Keith drifts off slowly to the sounds of waves and the warmth, Shiro’s arm keeping him from falling into the water. He wakes Keith with an arm on his shoulder and then around it, lifting him and securing him against a hard chest. Keith hums a wordless question.
“Awake? It’s time,” he roughs against Keith’s hair, voice less human than it has been.
Keith blinks awake the rest of the way and wraps himself around Shiro. When he looks back toward land, there are lights above the cove, set high on the cliff. It doesn’t make sense until he realizes what must be up there—the Station is the only thing it could be. Guilt wriggles through him at the thought, but what Kolivan doesn’t know can’t hurt either of them»
Art inspired by @arahir ’s fic “Every breath you take” 🐚💕 If you haven’t read it yet I suggest to start to because is amazing, you’ll totally fall in love~!
Biggest honor of my life collaborating with @wildixia on this piece! She drew Shiro, and I drew Keith.
This show has meant so much to the both of us, and we wouldn’t have formed the close relationship we have now without it! The beauty of the story, animation, relationships, and representation that we have gotten because of this show has truly meant the world to us and so many others. It’s been a crazy ride, and it’s had it’s ups and downs, but that won’t change the fact that Voltron will forever stay close to our hearts. Shiro and Keith’s relationship is such a beautiful representation of dedication, resilient love, and loyalty – so we dedicate this piece to them, to our friendship, and to the truly amazing staff of Voltron! Thank you so much!
So thankful that @voltronreality asked me to do this collab with her, it was so much fun to work on! We both started talking because of our love for Voltron and now we’ve built a friendship that has changed my life for the better (seriously, she’s amazing). To the staff and everyone involved with Voltron, we love you! Thank you.
A light flickers against his eyelids, not sparking, but faint, like the first hint of sunrise. Shiro stills against him, breath drawing in surprise. Keith’s eyes shoot open because—there’s light in the water.
For a moment, he thinks his mind is gone. This, at last—this is the final thing that breaks him, and none of it has been real. A handful of blue spots glow and dance in the waves closest to him, flickering and changing. It’s impossible and beautiful.
“That’s what I wanted you to see,” Shiro says against his temple, rough as stone, reaching out to drag his long-clawed fingers through the water, making a thousand new lights appear in his wake. “This.”
Mayerine 
