When You Fail To Be 2
So, yeah, part 2 (: @kaxpha enjoy ! <3
I keep saying this, but well, I did my best and I hope I did okay with it! Please excuse any grammar mistakes and …the poor writing.
Part 3 should be up later on the week. That’s going to be Lance and Shiro’s angst.
Ok, i’m done rambling.
Lance wakes up at the sound of a soft humming near him and he sighs unconsciously as he feels fingers passing through his hair in a soothing motion.
He recognizes Allura’s smell, a mix that reminds him of roses and vanilla. Lance hums contently, unconsciously leaning his head further into her touch and almost whines when her voice stops abruptly.
“Lance? Asteráki?” She calls softly and Lance limits himself to hum, pushing his head further against her lap. “Asteráki, I need you to open your eyes, please?”
Slowly, ever so slowly, Lance finally gathers enough strength to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is Allura’s worried face but a soft smile appears on her lips as soon as she sees his baby blue eyes.
“Hi, there.” She whispers, stroking his cheek tenderly and Lance’s mouth twitches upward.
“Hi.” He says hoarsely.
“How are you feeling?” She asks in low voice and pulls the blanket tighter around Lance as she watches the brunet shiver.
“…Good?” He coughs out, trying to suppress the shivers that shake his body, “I’m good.”
“Yeah, sure.” Allura says unconvinced and Lance doesn’t need to look up to know she’s rolling her eyes, “Try to not move a lot, please. I will be right back, I’m just getting you some food, okay?” Lance whines when Allura pulls his head up and places it gently on the pillow, “Sh, it’s okay. I will be right back.”
Lance faintly hears the sound of the door opening before it closes with a swoosh. Letting out a sigh, Lance turns and props himself up until he’s half sitting in his bed, panting harshly at the excessive movement.
He leans heavily against the wall, tightening his hold on the blanket around him and then closes his eyes. It shouldn’t have passed more than three minutes before he hears the door open once again.
“’Lura?” Lance rasps out and feels someone sitting on the edge of the bed.
Frowning at her silence, Lance blinks to clear out his blurred vision and his eyes widen at the figure of his boyfriend at the end of the bed.
“Keith.” Lance breaths out, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the black haired teen, “H-Hey, you. Good t-timing, a cradling and c-cuddle session would be n-nice.”
He tries to smile playfully, but his smile quickly falls when Keith keeps his eyes down and turns his head away from Lance’s direction.
Lance’s heart stops and then he’s sucking in a sharp breath. “K-Keith?” He calls again, his voice soft and small, vulnerability dripping from it, “A-Amor?”