A silent cry

The boy, behind the door.

As the hours went on Keith laid there silent, at the door of The red paladin, however only one paladin was asleep and the other debating weather or not he should make an entrance to the ball, claiming to be fashionably late. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick...

Lance had finally made a decision to go to the party, and greet everyone with welcoming arms. He let out a sad sigh, which echoed through out the room, the white walls of the castle of lions shined with a glimpse of blue and the almost empty walls, had made its way around until it hit the single door. That was as tall as the ceiling it's self, it was made up of pure titanium, well an titanium substitute. The blue light beams reflected off of lances blue crystals, that shon ever so lightly when hit with light.

Lance stood there, completely hopeless to his Initial idea. As time became a fragment of the imagination, Lance took shaky steps towards the door, still incapable of understanding his relationship with Keith, before the accident. However short and snappy memory's made there way towards the surface, some such as the "bonding moment", that one time we're Lance himself was tied to a tree, the short sarcastic comments, the elevator incident, and so many more. Yet, they hated each other..

Lance had forgotten what he was doing and carried on walking, soon without realising it he just collided face first with the door, ruining his nose in the process. Lance groaned in pain, he lifted his tanned hand to his nose which was currently bleeding. Great. But determination was a bitch and with a swipe of his suit jacket he wiped the access blood, then made his way out of the door.

Taking a few steps out of the door he had suddenly heard a soft snore coming from his left. The noise scared him, causing the 18 year old to subtly jump and slowly turn, a look of shock made its way towards the surface, and a small fond smiled spread across his lips.

Leaning against the wall, there was Keith, I'm so cool, Kongane. He had a small trail of droll slowly but surly making its way down his chin, his eyes lightly closed, his scar out in the open. Everyone could see how beautiful he really looked when he was sleeping, yet he looked so venerable in the open.

So Lance did the only logical option and slowly linked his arms under his legs and put the other under his neck for support. Carrying him bridal style back into lances room, placing the sleeping beauty on the comfortably plain bed. Then with Keith covered with a blanket, and resting sweetly, Lance made his way out of the room, turning at the door and whispered a sweet "goodnight my dear"