Ask And You Shall Receive (Langst/Klance)

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  Lance stood in an cold dark room. He felt sand underneath his ripped feat, he smelt the ocean. He felt the cool mist through his ripped clothes. And suddenly, a mirror apeared.

Holy

Shit

   Half of Lance's face was only skull his legs were mangled and he was bleeding every wear, his arms were gone. And then it was gone, and Lance saw light. Hazy, like the sun over the ocean when he looked at it from the inside of his family's old beach house, and he smelled his mother's cooking. And he heard his father's singing. And among everything the singing broke Lance. He hadn't heard that voice, with its thick Italin accent since 5th grade, when his father died. He heard his siblings laugh.

      And he felt him, with his stupid face, hug him from behind. Just like had on those still blue paladin nights, when nothing had changed. He felt those soft lips ghost over his neck. He felt the soft hair mingle with his. He didn't know what this was, but he thinks it might be the highlights of his life. It was sad, the only real good memories were secret, full of long nights in his bed and those soft lips, Lance didn't mind though. He would love to soak in those memories for eternity.

    And then a voice was in his ear. A soft whisper, he could feel the soft heat of the mouth near his, "Won't you come back to me, Lancey Lance?"

    And then there was screeming he could feel tears runing down his face, his face was perfectly intact, but he still couldn't see anything.

"LANCE PLEAS, BABY MY LOVE, SWEATHEART PLEASE, PLEASE COME BACK TO ME, I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN JUST," and there was a pause, and a sharp intake, "baby I love you please, I need you."

I'm not even sorry. I'm going to hell. Bye y'all