How excited do you think Kravitz is the first time Lup pulls out a violin, or Barry sits down at a piano? He’s just watching them super intently and maybe it’s kind of weird at first until he explains. Eventually they all play together and it’s a really nice thing that they share. They’re at each other’s houses after work, and those houses are filled with music and laughter and light.
(All three of them keep trying to teach Taako to play an instrument. Any instrument. It hasn’t worked so far mostly because Taako hates to practice.)
Kravitz has people to talk about music with, people who don’t get lost when he gets to the technical stuff. And it’s like he’s been saving up everything he had to say all this time, because when Kravitz gets started on music he doesn’t really stop. Have they heard this piece? Do they know this artist? The really great thing about this or that period of music is what they did with sound, how the whole tone of popular music changed in response to… Kravitz is adorable when he gets excited about music, his whole family thinks so.
Kravitz has a new family and he couldn’t have picked a better match if he tried.
Here we have Viktor Nikiforov. Russian. Pale skin. White as the freshest snow on the highest mountains of Russia. Nipples are a shade or two darker than his skin tone.
Clearly, this man never sees sunlight.
That’s okay though. We love you and your pale, perky ass anyway, Viktor.
Ok. Now… adversely…
Christophe Giacometti. Suisse. Fabulous as f-. Skin glowing golden as a ray of fucking sunshine.
His nipples, what color are they?
Pale? Pink? Peach?! I don’t know. All I do know is that clearly, Christophe’s nipples are way way lighter than his skin tone.
Christophe Giacometti gets spray/fake tans.
And I mean, it makes sense. Look at how fabulous this man is. Clearly he would be the type to sip champagne on a Sunday afternoon laid out on a beach chair while air drying a fresh spray tan by the poolside.
Now… You may be asking yourself: Is this information important?
No. It absolutely is not.
But I came to this conclusion while half awake this morning and felt compelled to share it with all you lovely people in the fandom.
Keith looked up at him then while drinking the coffee and Lance saw something shift in his eyes but he couldn’t understand what. He smiled once again at Lance as he set the mug aside, head tilted just a little to the side. Enough to make Lance want to scream at how cute he looked.
Keith let out a huff of breath, almost like he was laughing at himself, and without warning he leaned in and kissed Lance on the check.
Now Lance was sure that he wasn’t breathing. He could hear the beating of his heart in his own ears and his vision became a little blurry with all the blood that suddenly went to his face, his knees felt a little weak and his arms were useless at his side. He was gone for sure but he still heard the two words Keith whispered in his ear. “Thank you.”
I’d like to thank the author for writing this beautiful fic because it’s freaking perfection this has been a PSA