one time lance and keith got into a stupid fight hours before having to go off on a dangerous mission, so before getting to their lions they made sure to leave words of encouragement first bc even though they’re still mad at each other, you never really know how quickly things can go wrong.
so picture a grumpy lance approaching keith with a “take care of yourself out there, asshole. i’ve got your back no matter what, you know that?”
and picture an equally grumpy keith, mumbling a “same goes for you, dickhead. you better come back in one piece.”
they’re still frowning even as keith leans up to peck lance’s cheek and lance leaning down to do the same to keith’s forehead, quickly taking the opportunity to whisper their “i love you’s” before separating.
if keith leaves because of his own voalition or missions, that could be the reason the team has the ‘rift’. but imagine lance being the only one to support him through his decision, but more importantly, giving him a tender goodbye. lance reaching out to pull keith in his arms for a hug, and keith tenses momentarily before easily sinking into the hug and wrapping his arms around lance too. it’s quiet, despite there being no reason to be, and lance merely mumbles, “i’m going to miss you, man. come back in one piece, yeah?”
Aidan: Dwight Enys, his ship goes missing off the coast of France, his best mate, so Ross rallies the troops together, some of his old pals, to try and find out where he is…. It’s very exciting. It’s a little war movie in the middle.
Debbie: The funny thing is when you talk about it, it sounds like ‘Oh God, Ross being reckless again’ but if you think about it, he’s an army captain, he has done this kind of thing before. It wouldn’t be like, you know, Francis going off. This guy has military experience. We’ve tried to show that he is very much the leader of this expedition and he knows… he does have some idea of what he’s doing!
Q: Ross is a military man is that where he’s most comfortable do you think?
Aidan: I think so. I think he’s better at making decisions on the battlefield… he’s far more comfortable. It’s when you see him really well-measured and gathered and clear, really. That’s when you see Ross in his element. … It’s interesting to play that side of Ross.
I think I might leave,” he whispered.
She almost tripped. “Leave?”
He wouldn’t look at her. “I’m going down to Eyllwe - to Banjali, to be precise.”
“For a mission?” It was common for Arobynn to send them all over the continent, but the way Sam was speaking felt … different.
“Forever,” he said.
“Why?” Her voice sounded a little shrill in her ears.
He faced her. “What do I have to tie me here? Arobynn already mentioned that it might be useful to firmly establish ourselves in the south, too.”
“Arobynn -” she seethed, fighting to keep her voice to a whisper. “You talked to Arobynn about this?”
Sam gave her a half shrug. “Casually. It’s not official.”
“But - but Banjali is a thousand miles away.”
“Yes, but Rifthold belongs to you and Arobynn. I’ll always be … an alternative.”
“I’d rather be an alternative in Rifthold than ruler of the assassins in Banjali.” She hated that she had to keep her voice so soft. She was going to splatter someone against a wall. She was going to rip down the sewer with her bare hands.
“I’m leaving at the end of the month,” he said, still calm.
“That’s two weeks away!”
“Do I have any reason why I should stay here?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed as loudly as she could while still maintaining a hushed tone. “Yes, you do.” He didn’t reply. “You can’t go.”
“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t.”
“Because I’ll miss you, damn it!” she hissed, splaying her arms. “Because what was the point in anything if you just disappear forever?”
“The point in what, Celaena?” How could he be so calm when she was so frantic?
“The point in Skull’s Bay, and the point in getting me that music, and the point in … the point in telling Arobynn that you’d forgive him if he never hurt me again.”
“You said you didn’t care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I’m not mistaken.”
“I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!”
He laughed quietly. “You want to know how I spent this summer?” She went still. He ran a hand through his brown hair. “I spent every single day fighting the urge to slit Arobynn’s throat. And he knew I wanted to kill him.”
I’ll kill you! Sam had screamed at Arobynn.
“The moment I woke up after he beat me, I realized I had to leave. Because I was going to kill him if I didn’t. But I couldn’t.” He studied her face. “Not until you came back. Not until I knew you were all right - until I saw that you were safe.”
Breathing became very, very hard.
“He knew that, too,” Sam went on. “So he decided to exploit it. He didn’t recommend me for missions. Instead, he made me help Lysandra and Clarisse. He made me escort them around the city on picnics and to parties. It became a game between the two of us - how much of his horseshit I could take before I snapped. But we both knew he’d always have the winning hand. He’d always have you. Still, I spent every day this summer hoping you’d come back in one piece. More than that - I hoped you’d come back and take revenge for what he’d done to you.”
But she hadn’t. She’d come back and let Arobynn shower her with gifts.
“And now that you’re fine, Celaena, now that you’ve paid off your debt, I can’t stay in Rifthold. Not after all the things he’s done to us.”
She knew it was selfish, and horrible, but she whispered, “Please don’t go.”
He let out an uneven breath. “You’ll be fine without me. You always have been.”
Maybe once, but not now. “How can I convince you to stay?”
She threw down the torch. “Do you want me to beg, is that it?”
“No - never.”
“Then tell me -”
“What more can I say?” he exploded, his whisper rough and harsh. “I’ve already told you everything - I’ve already told you that if I stay here, if I have to live with Arobynn, I’ll snap his damned neck.”
“But why? Why can’t you let it go?”
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
Her mouth fell open.
“I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
The only sounds were their breathing, an uneven beat against the rushing of the sewer river.
“You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed, grabbing the front of his tunic. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, “Because I’d pick you.”
And then she kissed him.
The Assassin and the Underworld (The Assassin’s Blade #4) by Sarah J. Maas