Feelings are Fatal // Klance

Feelings are Fatal // Klance

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Son yayınlanan Paz, Ağu 20, 2017

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Keith Kogane never really fit in with society. He had social anxiety which caused him to avoid talking to people that weren't close to him unless it was mandatory. He didn't really like himself either, which only increased his tendency to avoid talking to people he didn't know that well. While he didn't talk to people, he had incredible observation skills and was able to learn quite a lot about people. And maybe he unintentionally used those skills to learn more than he normally did about a boy in his trigonometry class. Lance wasn't necessarily popular, but he was content with the friends he did have. He was considered to be loud and flirty, but that was just to cover up the fact that he hated himself and that he was hardcore crushing on a boy in one of his classes, trigonometry to be exact. About a month after Keith came to terms with the fact that he had a crush on Lance, he decided he was going to talk to him. However when he made eye contact with Lance, he nearly had a panic attack on the spot and ran off. When Lance thought Keith was going to talk to him, he had never been happier, but then to see him run off, it tore him apart. It took him everything in his power to not cry. Lance and Keith were just walking through the hallway, trying to get to their next classes when Keith had been tripped and his lips accidentally landed on Lance's. or Keith and Lance had been pinning after each other since like the start of their junior year and accidentally kiss and Lance tries to talk to Keith more but Keith is just like "tf do you want people to hate you" but Lance doesn't give a shit cause he's too lit to quit Cover art by Ikimaru

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Lance's Funeral

Keith hated himself for liking Lance. His limber build, the way he carried himself with shoulders raised and chin held high. His blue eyes, dark like the sea's deep, inky bottom. His tangled mess of dark brown hair that stood at odd angles, and never seemed to obey Lance's vigorous brushing. His smooth, light brown skin as he crinkled his nose, or batted the sand from his eyes on a particularly windy afternoon. Even his laugh, as loudly obnoxious as it was, Keith adored. And that was the worst part, because, unlike Keith, Lance hated him. With every word he uttered, an argument seemed to arise. Lance constantly joked and poked fun of Keith, determined to one up him in every way imaginable. So, in all retrospect, Keith had every right to detest Lance in return. But that was the thing: he didn't. Even as Lance stood before him on the worst days - face scrunched and reddened, throat hoarse from the shouting - all Keith thought as he stood stone faced, eyes locked on Lance's chattering lips, was: 'wow, I really want to kiss this shit-head.' And then he was both mad at himself and the world. Mad at himself for imagining Lance in ways he shouldn't, and mad at the world for allowing Lance to be in his life in the first place. It was torture. As powerful as a lash to the chest, or a hammer to the kneecap. Especially now, as Keith stood above Lance's cold, unflinching corpse. The dead boy's bony hands crossed over his chest, shoulders squared atop the white, velvet cushion that rested inside the opened coffin. He wore the best suit and tie money could buy, and had his shaven scalp hidden by a head of hair that was similar, but could never match the boy's old image. The image before cancer. The image before hell. The image before Keith's every being crumbled to dust. *** A Klance au in which Keith discovers that him and only him can see Lance's ghost. COVER ART: kuurakuu on Tumblr

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