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Event Nine.

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea,
Heareth the marinere
Voices sweet, from far and near,
Ever singing in his ear,
“Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began.

On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death.

On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought.

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I like to think that I'm known for my amazing ideas.

[It's not long, really, until where they reach where the... very basic boats landed. Hunk's is a basic boat but it's solid and there're packs with supplies on it. He brings Keith all the way here before he sets him down and reaches out to snag a pack.

Digging in it, blanket! He's swishing that around you Keith here, warm yourself be the toastiest boy. And then he pulls out his knife and hands that to him.]

Well. I won't argue with that.

[Keith concedes.

He's relieved when they reach the boat, more so when Hunk finally sets him down. Now at least he doesn't have to worry about the other wearing himself out on his account. ...and that blanket may be the best thing. Keith pulls it around himself and maybe it's just the hint of warmth that starts that makes his body realize just how frozen he's felt, but it's right about then that the shivering starts, near violent.

Enough that his hands are shaking as he reaches for the blade. He smiles anyway though.] Thanks, Hunk. I wasn't sure if I'd lost it for good. It's... yeah, thanks.

[Hunk frowns as he starts shivering, looking at himself in his Paladin suit. He pulls the blanket tighter around Keith and says as he turns back to the pack:] I got another one, one sec.

[And, as an aside:]

And you're welcome. I'm relieved I found it for you.

[He knows that that knife is important to Keith! Heck, he always has it with him. That was what really triggered Hunk's worrying: finding the knife that he knows Keith wouldn't let out of his hands.]

[This is what Keith gets for sleeping in regular pajama type clothes instead of his Blade uniform. If he'd had that one, he'd have at least kept warm. That thing kept him good during space flight; it could've handled an island.

But alas.

The blanket is helping though, and he wraps cold fingers around the knife and holds it tightly.]

I think I owe you thanks for more than just the knife too.

[Keith speaks up. This part is hard for him, but it feels important to say.] Even while we were stuck here and things looked bad, I knew you were still out there. I knew you wouldn't give up.

[Because Hunk is... a good teammate, a good friend. Hunk cares so much for everyone else before himself. And he's brave even if Keith is well aware how terrified he is sometimes.]

[Hunk goes still and his eyes pop open wide, his heart clenching in his chest. Keith actually thought that about him? It's true, he'd never give up on him, not on one of his friends, but it's another thing entirely to hear Keith say it. After all, Keith's not one to talk about his feelings.]

Yeah. I'd never give up on you. No matter what, if you needed my help I'd do my best to get there.

...Thanks, Keith.

[For saying it. There's a silly smile on his face and he's felt better than he has for days upon days.]

I know.

[Keith nods, looking up with a smile and holding out a hand to him. He definitely knows that for a fact, Hunk. It's something he can absolutely relies on. Even if he's been away from the group for a while back home.

Teammates. Friends.

And here, well, here he's gotten closer to Hunk too with them here together, getting through the crap this place throws at them together.]

[Hunk's really touched, okay? It feels definitely special to be told that by Keith and it's not like he really needs a lot of compliments or anything but--positive reinforcement is never a bad feeling. It makes him feel thoroughly like Keith's friend, a teammate, a solid member of Voltron.

So naturally, he reaches for Keith's hand.]

Only thing I don't like is that it took us a bit to get here... But we got here.

[Keith clasps Hunk's hand in his own, holding the blankets around himself with his other hand. He holds on for a long moment just... well. The contact is nice. hunk is here and real and came through when Keith really needed him to.

Eventually he lets go and slumps back where he's sitting.]

Yeah. You got here. That's what matters.

[And then, well,] I'm ready to go home.

[Keith would never have called anywhere in this weird world home before Hunk arrived and they made their little orange household.]

Then, let's go home. Huh?

[Hunk squeezes his hand firmly, flashing him a warm smile before he turns toward the ship. He moves his hand to urge Keith into it, shifting to get ready. He's actually pulling a length of chain out of the water, moving to wrap it around his waist.

What???

He got here so fast thanks to jetpack. Exhausting yes but way quicker.]

...Hunk...

[Keith watches him now, eyebrows lifting at him and glancing from the chain to the boat to his friend.]

Are you... the motor of the motorboat?

[What is he looking at here, Hunk? Is this safe? Are you up for this? He frets.]

Basically, dude.

[Hunk grins, shrugging his shoulders.]

It's the quickest way to get back. And right now I feel like I can pull a dozen boats, y'know?

Don't wear yourself out, okay?

[Keith leans forward to look at him, clearly concerned. But jeez Hunk that grin. He sighs and sits back.]

Why the sudden energy then?

[You sure Hunk he is so skeptical and worried.]

Adrenaline boost! We've got you back, everyone else back, I'm ready to go.

[FISTPUMP.

Of course, he's pretty sure he'll pass out when they get back but uh details. He steps into the cold water, thanking some entity for his paladin suit as the jets blaze to life. OFF THEY GO.]

...adrenaline doesn't keep you afloat, Hunk. Be careful.

[Keith can recognize the hypocrisy in him telling anyone to be careful. But he says it anyway, because he is worried.

And then Hunk just hops on in and Keith shimmies his way up in the boat to make sure he can keep an eye on him,]

That's why I've got jets.

[He teases.

But in all seriousness, he's thought about that too. As it is, he takes a deep breath and hits the jets in question and the boat starts a-moving. Back to the other shore, off of this horrible rock.]

[Keith will still watch Hunk closely as they go. If he shows any signs of slipping below the water, Keith will jump in after him without hesitation. But as it is, the jets fire and the boat is moving and...

He's so ready to be home. Warm. In bed. He may never stop shivering at this rate.]

[Hunk doggedly stays above water, forcing himself to work past the exhaustion. He manages it, surprised at his own energy, the fact that he can keep going. Soon, soon, the opposite shore comes into view.

Not far.

When he finally hits the shore the strength fades from him. He stumbles up the loose rock dragging the ship behind him before he drops into a crouch, panting from exertion. There.]

[And once they hit the shore, that's Keith's cue. He shrugs the blankets off, but snags one to throw over his shoulder, moving to splash hi sway over to Hunk. He reaches to take an arm, help the other paladin to his feet.

He drapes the blanket over his shoulders and tucks himself under Hunk's arm.]

All right, big man. My turn. Lean on me, and let's go home.

[Hunk makes a weary noise as he stumbles upright. Oh, dizzy. It's going to be so relieving to crash into bed. Forever. Going to sleep forever.]

Sounds good. Great. Sounds amazing.

[He puts emphasis on amazing as he leans some of his weight on Keith, not too much but enough to feel like he can walk back to their house.]

It does. Really amazing.

[Home and warm and dry and sleeping in a bed. Nothing has ever sounded better honestly. So Keith will offer what support he can and make their way back to their little orange house.

When it comes into view, he sighs in relief. He's never been happier to see it.]

I've never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life.

[VERY SERIOUSLY as Hunk lifts his face, gazing with relief at it.

Bless it. Bless its orange. Bless the beds waiting inside, oh man he can not wait and, despite his exhaustion and everything, he manages to perk up.]

I know the feeling. But come on. Let's get you to bed.

[Come on, Hunk. Into the house and up the stairs. Keith is concerned. Hunk seems worn out. He at least got to rest during the boat ride while Hunk worked that hard to get them back here.]

We can sleep through tomorrow if you want. Maybe the next day.

That sounds amazing. Pyjamas all day, just getting up for eating.

[Hunk declares it, sloppily working open the few clasps of his Paladin armour on their way up the stairs. It's mostly loose by the time they get to his room door and he starts discarding it (carefully) with a sigh of relief.]

We're having, like. Exclusive us-only slumber party.

[Keith is in... well. Sodden pajamas already. That's what he gets for not sleeping in his spacesuit when sirens kidnap him in the middle of the night.

So he may also be stripping as he follows Hunk on up the stairs, at least out of his shirt. Ugh. Being warm is going to be amazing.]

Sounds great. I'm just... really happy to be inside. I was starting to think I'd never be warm again. I'm still shivering.

[So it hasn't escaped Hunk that they've just both ended up in his room and he's assuming that what's going to happen is that they're going to share a bed.

So he'll just dig out some spare clothes for himself and for Keith. So they'll be big on Keith, whatever whatever. He offers them as he finishes struggling out of his Paladin armour and starts shoving his face into nice comfortable clothes.]

Don't worry. Once we're like, buried in blankets, we'll be toasty as burritos.

[purritos]

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