Web of Sins

Lance's Web of Sins

So yeah, there was a huge hiatus, I know...I'm sorry orz it was an awful time to take a break, too, since things are gonna start building. I hope it's worth the wait! The title of this chapter alone should tell you that big things are gonna go down.

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Keith had never been a deep sleeper—in fact, he had somewhat of a mental alarm clock ingrained in his body. Ever since his younger years, he'd trained his body to be able to wake up when he needed it to, which certainly helped with his attendance in classes, but it also helped in this case, where he needed to wake up before Lance.

He would hope that he would wake up if the other boy had a nightmare, but since there was no guarantee, he made it a priority to wake up before him to watch over him for a while.

Waking up with Lance's warmth clinging onto him was a pleasant change as far as morning routine went—not that it was a routine, but he wouldn't mind it if it was. Longer legs meant Lance was technically the taller of the two, but he was cuddled into Keith's chest with his legs curled up, so it was easy for Keith to rest his cheek against the top of his head.

Lance suddenly began stirring against Keith, eyebrows trembling, as if he was witnessing something disturbing. Keith watched for a few seconds before Lance whimpered and began to twist more violently, prompting him to gently shake him awake.

He gasped when his eyes opened, looking around quickly before immediately launching himself into Keith's chest without even looking at him, burying his nose in his shirt, and Keith would've found it cute if it wasn't highly concerning.

"Hey, you okay?" He ran his hand through Lance's hair in hopes of calming him down.

No answer.

Keith stroked his head and let him listen to his heartbeat, electing to give him a moment instead of pestering him. Eventually, Lance's shaking did calm down, and he just snuggled closer, arms wrapping around Keith's torso.

"...I'm sorry..."

Keith frowned. That wasn't the first thing he wanted to hear Lance say in the morning.

"You can lay here as long as you'd like. I'll stay." He pressed his cheek to Lance's head again as the other didn't respond.

After a few minutes of resting against each other, though, Lance finally managed to look up without shaking. "...we can get up now. I don't want to make you lay here forever."

"What if I want to lay here with you forever?" Keith complained, smiling to himself when Lance giggled. Good. That was much better.

They uncoiled beneath the blanket, but their hands never left each other.

"How are you feeling?"

Lance sighed and rested his head against Keith's shoulder, moving much better than he had the day before. "I'm okay. When I woke up, I...I thought you were him." He sunk against Keith once more. "...do you have anything important to do today?"

That explained the twisting. Keith was pretty alarmed, but Lance didn't seem to be blowing it out of proportion, so he didn't push for more details.

"Of course I have important things to do." He cupped Lance's cheek so that he was looking him in the eyes. "I have to spend time with you! Nothing more important than that!"

The smile that spread on Lance's face was a huge breath of relief as they giggled and brought their foreheads together.

"You don't want to just sit around with me..." Lance denied, smile still present.