Shance Fluff Week Day 2 - Sea/Stars
“My mom used to sing me a song about the stars.” Lance whispered quietly. He looked at Shiro with sad eyes, normally baby blues deep and dark, filled to the brim with what Shiro knew was homesickness. They were sitting on a dock, on an alien planet, casually watching the waves roll beneath them.
The water was far, far below them. Lance had said that it was probably low tide, but the planet had three moons, which made Shiro wondered if high tide ever came in.
“She did?”
Lance sighed, and leaned back on his hands. “Yeah. It was more like a story actually.” He cocked his head, like he was trying to remember. “I can never remember the words, though. She never sung it to me unless I had a nightmare.” He laughed bitterly. “Which was a lot less when I was four.”
“Do you remember what it was about?” Shiro asked softly.
The Blue Paladin pursed his lips, then shrugged. “I, I um, yeah. I think so.”
Shiro leaned back next to him. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Lance chuckled softly. It made Shiro’s heat melt a little, to see his teammate, and sort-of crush, so subdued. “Um, sure. Yeah.”
Lance sighed. “Well, I’m pretty sure the story starts with something like ‘Callate, callete’, or ‘be quiet, be quiet’.” His mouth twitched upwards. “My mom was dramatic.” He explained with a shrug. Lance ran a hand through his hair. “’The stars are shining up above. They’re blinking out of sorrow for the love that they’ve lost.’” Lance sighed. “’Help them, help them, for they need help, and it has yet to come.’” He wrinkled his nose. “It’s really cheesy now that I say it out loud.”
Shiro laughed. “Keep going. You’re great.”
Lance smiled. “The stars are lost there in the ocean, look, look down and see them, can’t you tell they are lost? They search for the sun, their lover and friend, but the moon betrayed them.“
Shiro leaned a little closer. Lance had gotten quieter.
“He told them the sun was taking a bath, that he had cast himself into the water to wash away his heat. The stars believed him, and that was their greatest mistake. The sun had thrown himself into the water at sunset, burning, burning, burning, until there was nothing left.”
Shiro let himself lean on his arm.
“But the moon.“
“What?” Shiro asked.
“The sun killed himself, and turned into the moon.” Lance whispered, with a smile on his face. He winked.
Shiro chuckled softly. “Why would the moon do that?”
“Shh, Shiro, I’m getting to that part.” Lance whispered. Without a second thought, he winked a put a finger on Shiro’s lips. “You need to learn how to think before you speak.”
Shiro flushed, but Lance didn’t notice, and kept eye contact. Shiro didn’t say that it was actually Lance’s problem.
“The sun was sad. He was entranced with the stars, always watching them in the moments he could see them when he set. He fell in love with them.”
Shiro raised an eyebrow. “All of them?”
“Every single one.” He smiled. “And he planned to leave none of them behind.” Lance whispered. His hand moved from Shiro’s face to his shoulder. “So he fell with them, into the ocean. The stars didn’t realize that it was the sun with them, so they ran away.” Lance smiled. “But he didn’t chase them. It was enough, to be with them.”
"So why do we see the sun every morning?” Shiro smiled.
“The sun found another to take his place. He drowned in the ocean as well, the first night.”
Shiro chuckled.
“But the next sun made the same mistake.”
“Oh.”
“He fell in love with the same stars again.”
“And did he fall into the ocean too?”
“Oh, yeah. And every one after.” Lance smiled.
Shiro looked away. “So, uh, where did your mother learn that story?”
Lance laughed. "My sister wrote it in the ninth grade.”
Shiro groaned.
"She made it up for her final project. Lita wanted to be a musician.” Lance winked. “All though we aaalll knew I was better.”
Shiro laughed.
Lance fell back on the deck. “Yep. That was me. I was gonna call myself Starboy, and move to Virginia.”
“Why Virginia?”
“Why not? I was eight. I didn’t care, as long as I was near the president.”
Shiro rolled his eyes and laid down next to him. “So, how did you get into the Garrison?”
Lance shrugged. “I saved a bunch of money when my family wasn’t looking, and applied when I told them. I didn’t think I’d get in.”
Shiro looked at him. “Why not?”
Lance shook his head. “Does it matter? I failed anyway.” He sighed. “I’m just a cargo pilot.” Lance laughed weakly. “Keith loves to tell me that.” Lance looked up, towards the stars.“Isn’t it weird? You know, looking at the stars and not being able to recognize them. If we were home— What season is it now, anyway? Winter? Summer? Damn, I don't—,”
“Lance.” Shiro moved back up to his elbow. “You’re not just a cargo pilot.”
Lance was silent for a moment. Shiro couldn’t see his face, it was almost like one of those cliche movie moments.
“Don’t.” Lance said firmly.
“What?”
“I said don’t.” Lance looked at him. “Don’t feed me those lies. I’m sick of them.“ He sat up. "Hunk tries to say that too. I’m tired of it.”
Shiro sits up too. They’re both quiet for a moment.
Before long, Lance tries to say something, but he stops, and chokes, and it’s all Shiro can do to pull the younger paladin into his lap. Their armour is bulky, and hard, so there’s no way for Lance to press into him, but he tries, and it works, somehow.
There’s another moment of silence, and then Shiro asks, “Are you okay?”
Lance scowls. “Do I look okay?“
Shiro smiles softly. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
Lance pulls of his lap. "No it’s not.”
“Hey,” Shiro coos. He reaches down, and gently wipes some tears off his face. “Yes it is. Who told you that?”
“I told myself.”
“Well,” Shiro holds Lance’s face. “Stop. It’s not worth it.” Lance looks up at him. Shiro doesn’t mind when Lance’s face gets red, and silent, frustrated tears slide down his cheeks, gently pressing a kiss to the younger boy’s forehead. “I’m not going to tell you to stop until you’re comfortable with it, okay? But you need to believe me when I say that you need to stop. It’s not healthy.” Shiro pulls back, and presses a firm kiss to the top of Lance’s head. “Okay, Lance?”
Lance sighs, frustrated. “I guess.” He grumps.
Shiro smiles, and presses his lips to Lance’s forehead, again. “You’re okay with me doing this, right?”
It was probably Shiro’s imagination, but he thought he saw Lance’s lips twitch up into a smile. “What? A hot guy holding me? Kissing me? Oh, no, I’m so opposed.”
Shiro laughed. “So you wouldn’t mind, if—,”
Suddenly, Lance reaches up and grabs the sides of Shiro’s mouth, bringing them together.
Lance pulls back before Shiro could register what really happened, and stood before he could react.
Lance offered his hand to Shiro. “I know we probably missed dinner, but we could probably get some food in town.” He winked. “I think we probably do some more of that.”
Shiro’s eyes widened, and he tentatively took Lance’s hand. “Um, I, uh… That sounds great.” He smiles, nd thankfully, Lance smiles back, just as wide.
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