Solar Flare
Rating: Teen
Length: ~6k
“After almost two years of unbearable distance, Keith and Lance find themselves at a ball, together.”
A fluffy, post-canon Klance fic; my version of a green sock reality! Hope you enjoy 💕
Excerpt:
Accompanied by the scattered applause throughout the ballroom, Keith lifts a slim brown hand in his own and presses a lingering kiss to the palm.
"It’s good to see you, Lance,” he says.
His voice is raw; his face feels naked. Keith’s known for his poker face, but here, in front of Lance, he has no self control. His emotions are spilling over onto his face like tears, too strong to be constrained.
He looks into Lance’s eyes and that suddenly doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“Yeah,” Lance whispers, a gentle and devastating smile on his face. He reaches a hand up — soft, Keith notes — and tucks some hair behind Keith’s ear. His fingers trace a gentle path across Keith’s jaw; his eyes flick across Keith’s face but inevitably come back to meet Keith’s own, the blue in them impossibly seeming warm toned with the full find force of Lance’s gaze.
“It’s good to see you, too,” Lance says.
Has Keith mentioned yet that he loves him?
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