#kane barlowe

[ravenleapwrites]

These Hands

WARNING: Ship pairing Lance and Kane from Fractures. If you don't like this ship then don't read.

“These hands… These hands that cradle your face and guide your lip to mine have been the cause of an unfathomable amount of gore and tragedy.” The Prince of the Void whispered, a dark shadow fell over his eyes as they fell away from Kane’s face in shame. His shoulders tightened as the familiar guilt rose up in his chest and it made his arms tremble. Yet the pale, frigid hands did not move away from the Captain of the Netherbane’s face.

“Yet they still cradle me, don’t they?” Kane responded, his voice was tired and desperate. He leaned into Lance’s body, feeling the way the smaller body fit against his own. 

“Yes… Oh yes, of course they do, my Captain…” Lance breathed out a shaking laugh, leaning back as he took the full weight of the man onto him easily. His breath was shaking and he could hear Kane’s steadier breath in his ear as they both took comfort from one another greedily.

Additional Note: I found a quote on Pinterest that I just had to use.

[ravenleapwrites]

A Father

"Ria is my daughter, she will always come first." Kane spoke firmly, arms folded tightly against his chest. He was leaning against the wall behind him, shoulder's tense.

"I know," Lance said, unsurprised and unbothered by what Kane had said. It made Kane shift on his feet, unsure of what he should do now.

"It does not bother you…?" Kane asked, his eyes drifting down to the wood floors. The many different scenarios that had pestered his brain smacking right into a wall.

"Kane." Lance spoke his tone flat and all the usual sugary sweetness was gone. "I am a father, I know your child will always come first."

There was a long silence that stretched over the air, until Kane looked at Lance, finding the prince’s eyes on him. "You… You have a child?” A flicker of grief passed through Lance’s eyes and a tired smile tugged at the corners of his lips.