When the wicked carried us away in captivity, required from us a song.
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in a strange land?
(aka lance is a sad potato and keith sings sublime)
- Part 3 of Klance Drabbles
Lance is drunk. Keith is flustered. Pidge is done.
(God I'm tired. Have some Klance.)
- Part 1 of Klance Drabbles