a warlock and a djinni fall into a rift - bwyn f
Summary: “You planning on explaining what’s going on here?” Keith returns, thankfully now standing so that he’s blocking some of the sun in Lance’s eyes. “Or were you just going to leave again? Without warning? Without contact?”
Lance smiles as though the words aren't a punch to his gut. Really, he should’ve predicted this, but…
“Could you at least let me sit up? My head isn’t busting through dimensions, right?”
Keith’s lip curls, but he waves a finger tipped purple with ink, and Lance feels the chains slide free from his neck, arms and chest.
An AU in which new worlds are only a hop, skip, and a jump away for Lance, and a little less so for Keith.