proximity ➢ klance

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The Cuban boy nervously drummed his pencil on his desk, the tapping sound echoing past his pale walls. His eyes scanned the cracked screen of his computer; waiting to see the pupils belonging to the boy he was yet to encounter.

Perhaps his eyes would be a shade of dark brown, maybe even a rich violet. Purple would be a lovely shade for a lovely boy. Keith had sent a selfie of himself but the photo lighting appeared to dim the boy's irises, making it near impossible to distinguish their true hue.

Lance sighed. It would remain a mystery until Keith accepted the call. His mother had once told him that the eyes are the window to the soul, and he trusted his mother.

The only set of eyes he could currently see were his own blue ones, staring intently at his reflection on Skype while he waited for Keith to pick up.

In all honesty - he couldn't wait to meet him.

Of course, they had met, but never truly met. Meeting held great significance, yet required an abundance of trust. Especially in Keith's puzzling scenario.

"Hey," a soft yet masculine voice said, snapping Lance's attention. His face melted into a smile as he located the familiar boy on screen.

"Puffy!" He said with a grin, causing the raven haired boy to chuckle. In the lighting presented, Lance could notice every beauty atop Keith's fair skin.

Numerous freckles dotted his arms in shaded constellations, whilst his face remained a clear midnight sky. Violet moons rested around his pupils. He was no cloud - he was a universe within himself. A celestial body too wondrous for this bland world.

A daydream, a comet, an unexplored planet, a-

"Lance?" Keith's voice queried quietly, instantly distracting Lance from his thoughts.

"Sorry! Yeah, yeah. Tutoring time I guess."

A giggle. "You're cuter than I imagined."

The boldness of the comment struck Lance but he surely wasn't complaining, even if his heart fluttered a bit within his chest.

Not knowing what to say, he winked. "Same goes for you, pal." he cringed at his on words. Pal.

"You're also a lot more awkward," Keith added with a quirk of his head. Lance rolled his eyes.

"You're way more outgoing on call than you are while texting. What happened to the shy emo guy I met four months ago?"

Now it was Keith's turn to roll his eyes. "What a shame he's dead."

The Cuban boy clicked his tongue and leaned closer to the camera, resting his cheekbone on his tanned hand. He glanced behind Keith to the setting around him, noticing an interesting sight.

"Why is there a dent in your wall?"

Keith turned around to the sight. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Lotor and I had a fight," he stopped speaking but Lance's expression told him to do otherwise.

"Don't worry! I-I broke up with him." He said proudly with a wide grin. It wasn't a smile formed to deceive, but a real one.

Shocked, Lance fell out of his chair, somewhat resembling a wounded gazelle. "Holy shit!" he paused. "That's great!"

Thoughts and questions instantly filled his mind but he set them aside, allowing Keith to explain.

"I hope I made the right choice. After everything you said about him.. it made me realize I should care more about myself in a relationship." he continued. "A-And at first I wasn't allowed to text you first because Lotor didn't want me to seem desperate, but that lead to him controlling my conversations."

Keith's breath hitched and Lance waited patiently, absorbing every syllable that escaped the frail boy's lips. "Thank you for caring about me like nobody else ever has."

Lance smiled and climbed back onto his chair, clapping his hands encouragingly. "I'd give you a huge hug right now if I could."

Keith sniffled but laughed, and the most euphoric harmonious sound ricocheted off his throat. The melodic sound somehow brightened Lance's mood as well.

"W-We should definitely hug sometime. I'd like that." Keith replied, causing the other boy to begin imagining an array of flirtatious responses.

"We can start with hugs. Then cheek kisses, then lip kisses, then ass kisse-"

"Lance McClain!" The violet eyes boy laughed once again. The feeling in Keith's throat was unfamiliar - he hadn't felt this much joy in a very long time. Laughing, smiling, and enjoying someone's presence always seemed like a distant feat.

Picking up on the slightest of details, Lance quirked his eyebrow. "You know my last name?" he asked.

Keith shrugged. "I've done some internet stalking too. I found your 6th grade yearbook photo and oh my god you used to have bangs!"

The Cuban put his head in his hands. "It was a phase! Kind of like how you were four months ago." 

Keith scrunched up his nose, a distasteful expression resting upon his features. "I don't even want to think about that. I didn't even know you back then." he paused. "I'm really glad you messaged me on January 15th."

Lance grinned. "Me too."

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