Keith touched down on the floor and levelled him with an unimpressed look as he detached himself from the rope. “Who are you?”
Lance scoffed in offense as he ducked under the first laser. “Who am I? Uh, the name's Lance McClain. Highly skilled diamond thief.”
“Never heard of you.”
“That means I’m good at what I do.”
“Or it means you’re shit.”
Or, Lance is a diamond thief working a job, Keith is working the same job, and oh man, they might have to actually work together to get out of this alive.
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15 Feb 2018
Lance decides to back flip off a table. Everyone thinks that's a really bad idea. Guess what? It is.
(Keith might argue with that, however)
The lounge doors open with a hiss of compressed air and there he is (dios mío, there he is) – sprawled on the couch, jacket and shoes discarded on the ground in favour of comfort, hair perfectly dishevelled as per usual, stupidly handsome, dark eyes flicking up from his well-worn novel at the sudden intrusion.
There’s a beat of silence, and Keith arches an eyebrow, and Lance kind of…
Well, he loses it.
After he is hit with a spell, Lance has visions of Keith's heart's desires and he's left incredibly confused when he finds himself appearing in all of them.
Keith shifts a little in front of Lance, protective; Lance grips his arm, tugging him back. “What do you need me to do?” Keith asks.
“Not you,” The one in blue dismisses Keith, their head turns to Lance. “We have decided to focus our efforts on the blue paladin - who wears his heart on his sleeve, and yet hides so much.”
Keith sinks into himself. His heart thumps wildly in his chest. Pulse fluttering, sweat trickles down the curve of his jaw, down the line of his forearms.
This? This is not Lance.
But then… who is it?
or: Keith learns something new about Lance, thanks to Narti, but nearly loses himself in the process.