<Klance Oneshots>

ᴡᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ

ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
- ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ

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The sun had long set over it's city-scape horizon — the warm colours of a dying day long forgotten by the dark night sky. A light beating of rain on the building was the only sound to be heard, its staccato song masking the slow and steady breathing of the two, sleeping peacefully, in their bed. It was a calm bubble of cocooned warmth and serenity, unbroken or disturbed by the heavy life beyond the walls of their apartment. However, that was all until the rustling of navy blue broke the sweet silence.

Keith's indigo fluttered open as he came into consciousness, blearily blinking out sleep and finding the bland ceiling above him. It was striped lightly with the dim light of street lamps slinking in between the slacks of cheap blinds. He rolled over onto his side and to the male laying beside him, his eyes open wider, briefly, in surprise as he found Lance's gaze.

The other let an amused smile creep onto his face and Keith glared, a little dopily, through his fresh sleep haze, "quit starting creep," he whispered, thickly, through his dry mouth. Lance smiled wider at his croak and let out a quick huff of breath in lieu of a laugh at the words. He brought his fingers up to brush the bangs out of Keith's view. Brown skin standing out against Keith's pale complexion.

"I just glanced at your dumb face, Mullet," Lance quietly teased, his own voice raw form disuse and the other male narrowed his eyes further in annoyance. He ran his thumb along the faded scar that crawled up his cheek before prodding his forehead roughly with his pointer. Keith swatted his hand angrily.

"Stop that," he grumbled louder, forever the hothead. Softly, Lance chuckled, pulling his freckled hand back into the safety of the cosy blankets.

They could hear the rain outside begin to let up and a light on the street outside flickered, painting their room darker for a moment. So late at night and in such quietness, even their breathes began to sound loud. They quieted, settling down further into the large mattress. Keith rolled back to his back and traced the contrasting lines of shadows and highlights on the roof with his gaze; he turned his head to Lance and spoke again.

"Did you have that dream again?" Lance didn't answer for a while and instead mirrored Keith, flipping to his back and staring at the nothing above himself. He sighed and closed his eyes, scrunching them shut — he had.

"I miss her too you know, we all do, no one expects you to be brave and act like you didn't love her before she went," Keith rolled to his side again and placed a gentle hand on Lance's bicep; he was hesitant but less because he was unsure of brunet and more because he was unsure of how to comfort someone. He had never had a way with people like Lance did. He had never been able to string together the right words or actions.

"She was so brave and a great leader with so much to give," he continued, "like the chance to save the galaxy Lance, the entire galaxy. We'd never have made out alive to so without her, I um, I think she would want us to move forward you know." Keith didn't know he was out of place saying that, but it had been a couple years and he did truly believe that. Allura was amazing, and although they may have gotten off on the wrong foot, Keith truely considered the Altean a friend.

Lance finally turned his head to look at the shorter of the two, even years on spaces whales hadn't given Keith the upper hand in height for long. Lance kept growing like a beanstalk all into his early adulthood. The cerulean-eyed boy offered a sad smile, letting go of his mask for once.