#why did writing 'fanfiction' just give me the biggest ick ever

[calo-wav]

in case anyone is interested, i just posted a kl fic with my epic accredited BA in English Major Creative Writing Minor skills (this piece is based on a future chapter of it), so if you're interested, you can find it here!

Summary: “I don’t want you dead.” Keith says, softening some, his eyes resting momentarily on a fleck of dried blood on Lance’s temple. He doesn’t say it, but he’s fairly certain Lance makes out that what Keith really means is, I’d have given up that whole outpost just to keep you in one piece. He adds, “you saved a lot of lives.” “Speak for yourself,” Lance replies, meeting Keith’s eyes at last, with that same, raw, weighted gaze, his eyes languid pools of blue. And Keith finally discerns this new expression—it’s yearning. Uselessly, without conviction, Keith says, "I don't think I forgive you." Yearning, Keith thinks, longing. Something. Lance exhales, heavy and slow, and pulls Keith in a little closer.