Only The Sea >>KLANCE/LANGST

Chapter Eight

Lance stumbled to his room, dismissing Pidge's request to help hastily.
He was suprised the pod was still effecting him, turning his feet unsure and his arms shakey.
He fell onto his bed with breathy gasps as he struggled to breath.
Soon though, he was relieved as his breathing became stronger and his chest rose at a steady pace.
He pulled a blanket over himself and curled into a tight ball, feeling his eyelashes flutter and his body settle as his mind slowly drifted, and Lance fell into a light dreamless sleep.

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It didn't last though, and soon Lance was woken by muffled voices outside his door.
Lance raised his head as looked around at his room.
It was plain, the average room within the castle, though it did have a few more things.

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"What're you doing?" Keith questioned, leaning against the doorway and raising an eyebrow.
Lance raised his head from where he was bent over on his bed, and gave a quiet 'hmm' of acknowledgement before trying to give an answer.
"Well," he smiled, "Why don't you stay and see for yourself?"
Lance sat up on his bed, holding what seemed to be string with.. something, attached.

Keith crept closer, watching Lance pin the string onto the ceiling carefully.
"Its the solar system!" Lance exclaimed proudly, laughing at Keith's shocked expression.

Keith's surprised faded into a soft smile and he gave a laugh, though it was light and murmured it was still there, falling into the quiet air.
"Thats.. Really cool, Lance."

Lance stared up at Keith. Wow, Lance thought, wow. His cheeks rosed and he smiled too, suddenly feeling a little more shy. "Thanks."
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And now, Lance stared up at it, the makeshift planets hanging from a firm string, and seeming to watch over the room silently.
Hello, he thought to it. It did not think Hello back.

Lance shifted his focus to the voices outside of his room. Allura seemed to be arguing with someone, and Shiro was agreeing with her. Another voice, deeper and sharp, didn't seem to agree with whatever Allura was saying. Keith, Lance realized after a heartbeat. Lance listened, though he could only catch small bits and pieces.

"—not yet... weak—.. Needs time to rest!"
"Keith, you—.. Understand?.. Lance— Rest."
"No!.. Don't care— Zarcon!..-More important.." And something about training and he threw in the word "weak" and "baby" somewhere in there too, though Lance wasn't sure.

There was more arguing, and soon their voices raised, though this time Lance decided to tune them out. He felt sick, gross and tired and aching as he stared up at his ceiling.

After a long while, his door opened, and he looked over to see who it was.
Keith stood in the doorway, obviously agitated and angry as he snarled at Lance.
"You're training. I expect you to be at the training deck wearing the right things this time. A tank top and sweatpants. If you aren't there you'll have to work it off the next day. I know you aren't really tired or sick, you can stop pretending idiot."

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And I'm back!
Do you mind if I make Lance trans (FtM)? Its just a headcanon, you can ignore it where its mentioned if you don't headcanon it yourself, but I want to know if the majority of my readers would or wouldn't mind.