âI would neverââ he said, his voice coming from somewhere only his deepest truths resided, clawing its way out. He reached up, and kissed Keith, feather-light, âforgetââagain, âa single thingââ and again, âabout youââ and again.
Lance opened his eyes, looked up at Keith, and hoped he could see it in his eyes. That he was serious. That heâd never been more serious. Keith exhaled in a quick, deflating whoosh, and bowed forwards. With his eyes closed, he fell against Lanceâs forehead and slid his hands up to hold Lanceâs neck like a precious vase. Lance felt the tremble in those fingers, the tentative pressure, and understood.
an illustration of a scene from the amazing @king-froggyâs fic four years, four months (and how far weâve come) - it quickly became one of my favorite klance fics e v e r, so when they commissioned me to draw this i was so happy and honored T_T thank you again froggy â€