At Dawn - Klance

I wish I was strong enough
to lift not one but both of us
Someday I will be strong enough
to lift not one but both of us  

~Keith~

Keith opened his eyes slowly and shifted a bit. I must've fallen asleep. Something moved on top of his chest. He looked down, but only saw tufts of brown hair. Keith flushed and slowly shifted out from under Lance. He managed to slip out without waking Lance. He turned over to his side and frowned, grasping at the sheets beneath him. 

Leaning forward, Keith grabbed the covers and folded it over so it covered Lance. The blue paladin sighed contently. Keith lingered for awhile, studying Lance. The creamy white sheets laid in contrast of his tan skin. His brown hair was ruffled and stuck out in every direction. It was ridiculously cute.

I just had to say it was nothing, didn't I? Keith asked himself, but he knew why. He's never allowed himself to truly trust someone. The one time Keith got closest to it, that someone went missing on a trip to another planet and ended up being presumed dead. So, yeah, he had trust issues.

Keith forced himself to turn away. He wondered what time it was and if they had missed dinner. The red paladin turned to the table. A tray was filled with the same meal they had for breakfast. Keith sat and ate his fill. After he finished, the bed behind him began to creak. Keith looked over his shoulder, but Lance had only turned around and begun to softly snore. 

He quietly stood. Keith changed into his clothes from earlier and out of the still moist trunks. A brief sound came from the corner of the room. He turned and saw his armor. Keith took a few steps towards it, but before he reached it, a soft knock came from the door. Keith padded along and pressed a button to open the door. An unfamiliar Zryrazian stood there.

"The Queen wants you in the throne room." The servant turned and beckoned Keith to follow. They walked to the throne room in silence. Keith braced himself as he stepped in. The Queen sat at the throne, as usual, and was much more composed than earlier. She scanned Keith and smiled. The red paladin resisted the urge to shudder. 

"So, did you enjoy the swim with your companion?" She inquired.

"It was cold," He put bluntly. Keith was not going to feed the Queen his annoyance. She frowned at the lack of response. 

"You are losing your fire. Pity... I suppose we can go on with today's tests. I'll get my fun somehow."  The Queen snapped her fingers.

Instantly, Keith could feel the process take place. It still hurt, but more like a mere kick to the gut. But he feared more pain would take place.

~Lance~

The blue paladin woke to an empty, cold bed. He sighed and rolled onto his back. Should've expected that... Lance sat up. He noticed the food on the table. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. So, he ate to his heart's content and rested his back against the bed. 

Lance glanced around the room. Keith's trunks were discarded on the floor, by the table. Lance's eyebrows furrowed. Keith's messy, but I swear, this is terrible. The blue paladin stood and stretched, raising his arms above his head. He glanced down at his brace and wished he could take it off. 

Slowly, he glanced around. The woman said that his room wasn't safe to talk in. Are there cameras or microphones? Lance cringed at the thought. Both Keith and him had changed in here. Maybe, she just didn't want Keith to walk in on it. Lance groaned. Instead of taking the brace off, like he wanted to, quickly changed into his old clothes. Lance grabbed the crutch and went out the door.

Maybe a walk could clear my mind. 

Lance walked down the corridors quietly. A small blue light came down in front of him at a corner.