Most of these have probably already been stated somewhere, but I thought I’d compile some of my own along with my personal favorites.
He can dance. I know this is a fairly common thing and I’m so glad it is but he can dance. And he will try any kind of dance at least once. Ballroom, hip hop, break dancing, ballet- you name it, he’s tried it. And he’s very good at it. (Did you see his hips moving when he did the voltron cheer? The boy can dance)
Before joining the Garrison he life-guarded at his local pool. He also volunteered to do it at camps and special community events and he even helped with swim lessons for the local kids every summer.
Has read all of My Immortal. Multiple times. He tried to make Hunk read it but he always got out of it somehow until one night when Hunk was messing with some engineering work when Lance just started reading it out loud.
Which leads into the fact that Lance is fantastic at reading out loud. He gets into it- gives every character their own voice and does motions and everything. He developed this skill because he reads to his younger siblings and cousins and nieces and nephews when he’s at home and it’s a large part of why Hunk didn’t just put in headphones when he realized what Lance was reading to him.
The two of them from that day on will randomly quote it when they see fit. “So what did you do then?” “We started Frenching passively.” and “Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?”
Lance keeps his music meticulously organized. His CD’s are alphabetized in their own genre categories and every song on his ipod has the title of the song, band name, and what album it’s from. He has carefully thought out playlists for every occasion he can think of and after joining Voltron when something happens that he has the perfect playlist for but his ipod’s back on Earth he gets seemingly inexplicably frustrated for a few moments before bursting out in a purposely horrid rendition of one of the songs.
He would be a really good figure skater what with his fabulous dancing skills if only he could figure out how to balance first. As it is he can’t skate without holding onto the edge or someone else and even then he still falls multiple times.
He also knows every lyric to the High School Musical songs. Just the first one and like two songs from the second one because the second movie’s plot made him mad so he didn’t bother with anything outside of “What time is it?” and “I don’t dance” because hey they’re catchy.
Keith one day during training for forming mental links makes a comment along the lines of “Lance why do you feel so… wrong?” Hunk groans and it’s the only warning any of them get before Lance yells enthusiastically ”My head’s in the game but my heart’s in the song!!!!”
Um… that’s it for now. I probably have more but this got super song sorry
Daniel held out his hand, a smile across his face. Pale moonlight filled the cabin through the window behind him, accenting his pale features and shrouding the rest of her body in shadow. David flicked the light switch by the door and the fluorescent lights above them hummed to life. Daniel flinched at the sudden brightness.
Turning around, David finally noticed Daniel’s outstretched hand. For a moment, he stared at it quietly, his jaw somewhat tight and his eyes wide with confusion. He looked up to see Daniel grinning softly.
“Dance with me.” Daniel’s voice was strong. It wasn’t a request, it was a demand. The fluorescent lights above them continued to hum quietly over their silence. David blinked, once again looking down at Daniel’s outstretched hand. Reaching out slowly, David laid his own hand, palm down, over Daniel’s.
Daniel’s smile widened and he pulled David towards him. David would have cried out, but the sudden movement startled him into silence. The dance Daniel led was stiff. David would have described it as almost binding, despite the delicate way Daniel held his hands. David looked down, watching the movement of their feet in time with each other.
They waltzed in tight circles to the tune of humming lights and their boots tapping against the wooden floor. Daniel caught David’s eye and smiled. His eyes seemed to narrow as he smiled, his brow knitting together. David grinned uncomfortably under his gaze and looked down again. With a small laugh, Daniel squeezed David’s hand.
Under the sudden pressure, a joint in David’s hand cracked as he was suddenly pushed forwards, the edge of the desk against the wall drove into his lower abdomen. David wheezed as he landed against the wood, caught between the desk and Daniel, who stood behind him, still holding his hand. David could feel nails digging into his skin and Daniel’s breath on his cheek.
With a quiet sliding noise, there was a sudden sharp pressure on David’s neck as Daniel lightly pressed the edge of his blade to David’s skin. The dagger smelled heavily of iron. David leaned back into Daniel, who only gripped him tighter. Daniel laughed again, his voice sounding almost melodious.