fire & ice [[klance au]]

peer pressure

As promised. An early update and a thank you from me to anyone who read Gloomy Cube. Thank you so much and ily!!

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Another bruise colored sunset called for the end of the day. This evenings bruise darker than usual with the change of weather. Lance didn't want Keith to get too cold, forgetting his fair skin is unfairly warm.

Face to face with the door to the castle, Lance decided not to try to sneak in; the front doors would do. Allura could be pissed is she want to be, no amount of scolding would ever make Lance regret the amazing day he had. Thinking about Keith and the fish brought a dopey smile to his face. He couldn't help it. Still wet from his daytime adventures he trailed puddles behind him as he walked through the huge corridor. The water that tracked behind him became nearly invisible on the blue floors of the extravagant castle; pale blue.

The door to his room opened as he absentmindedly swiped the command panel. He changed out of his wet clothes, finding boxers in a drawer of his dresser. Soaked clothes lay forgotten on the floor. Lance's mind was gone—miles away in pond where he left it with the Keith of his memories. He found some striped pajama bottoms, slipping them on and sitting down on his bed; thought about showering but didn't feel the need to. His feet felt like they were splitting in half, tendons stretching like taffy, mind compressing and expanding like an overly stressed man with a stressball. Ready to drift off to sleep and end the day with his thoughts of earlier and weeks passed.

It would have been wonderful— glorious even.
Well, a man can dream— apparently not.
Lance's stomach growled aggressively, as if daring him to wait another second. Groaning he gave into peer pressure.

The kitchen a right then down a long hallway for Lance. He strolled peacefully into Hunk's neck of the woods. Pulling open the fridge and finding some pasta on a plate he assumed it was left for him. Hunk always did things for Lance. Leaving him food when he missed dinner. Always packing snacks for Lance so he has strength when he needs it.
Honestly, Lance thought to himself, if Hunk wasn't so nice he'd have definitely starved to death by now. He put the chilly plate in the sleek, pastel blue microwave oven, hitting the '3' button. The cold boy leaned on the counter, listening to the small hum of the machine.

Frost layered the counter as he gripped the edge. Mind miles away.
Frost flowers bloomed, seeds planted unknowingly. Seed that's really too early to bloom and therefore go unnoticed, unseen, and kept hidden from the light of the sun and the heat of the stars.

"y-you don't even know me,"
"Butter...flies,"
"Why."
"Go away,"
"I can't,"
"I trust you,"
He giggled to himself, fingers grazing the scales.

"Lance."

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