Lance's leg bounced up and down, thumping against his bed post.
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Lance stared at his right hand, where his fists were clenched around his Bayard, turning his knuckles white. Though now, Lance couldn't even tell if it was his Bayard.
Frustrated at something Shiro had said, Lance had stormed off to the training room. During training, his Bayard transformed into a sword. An Altean Broadsword.
The red Bayard turned into an alien sword.
All of these components hit too close to home for Lance, sending him spiraling down an anxious wormhole.
Was he really becoming Keith's replacement?
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When Lance used his new sword, it felt so right, so fitting, like it was just meant to be. But using the red Bayard- Keith's Bayard as a sword felt so wrong.
When Lance first started getting homesick, he tried to remain optimistic. He reminded himself that being out in space gave himself a chance to find himself and be himself.
But now, he was losing himself.
Lance was losing himself to someone who was in space a million miles away.
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Langst Oneshots
FanfictionAngsty oneshots with the Sharpshooter Warnings: Angst, MAY HAVE - death, panic attacks, abuse, mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders
