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scriveynerTitle: Little Dance
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Frost Spirit
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Lance
Rating: T
Length: 323
Summary: "Would you like to leave?"
Shiro found Lance out on the veranda, seated on the balustrade with his back to the open doors of the castle. He had ducked out of the ballroom the first moment he was clear to do so, the princess’s retinue dismissed to mingle among the guests of their Balmerian hosts, and Shiro had watched him go with some concern.
The night air was slightly cooler than he was comfortable with but not so cold that his breath steamed in the air. Without a word Shiro leaned against the rail, his elbows set on the rough stone and looked out upon the sprawling gardens below the castle. He knew that Lance would shift closer to him after a moment, drawn by the magic that had sealed their contract, and he looked to where Lance was watching him.
He glimmered still, in the moonlight, and for a moment Shiro saw the specter leaned over him as he bled out into the mud on a winter evening. The memory gave Shiro pause, but he said nothing.
“Too many people,” Lance said suddenly, and Shiro glanced over his shoulder to the crowded ballroom, and realized with a guilty jolt how overwhelmed Lance must feel.
“Would you like to leave?” Shiro asked him, and he saw Lance look back to the ball, and consider. They could both see Keith, unwilling to be parted from the Princess’s side, and knew he had things well in hand.
“No,” Lance said, finally, although there was still a measure of hesitation in his voice.
Shiro touched his face gently and Lance’s attention snapped back to him. Shiro smiled, communicating his intent but Lance didn’t move except to close his eyes as Shiro kissed him.
“How about now?” Shiro asked, soft as a whisper.
“You convinced me,” Lance laughed, and, unhurried, kissed Shiro again.
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Frost Spirit
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Lance
Rating: T
Length: 323
Summary: "Would you like to leave?"
Shiro found Lance out on the veranda, seated on the balustrade with his back to the open doors of the castle. He had ducked out of the ballroom the first moment he was clear to do so, the princess’s retinue dismissed to mingle among the guests of their Balmerian hosts, and Shiro had watched him go with some concern.
The night air was slightly cooler than he was comfortable with but not so cold that his breath steamed in the air. Without a word Shiro leaned against the rail, his elbows set on the rough stone and looked out upon the sprawling gardens below the castle. He knew that Lance would shift closer to him after a moment, drawn by the magic that had sealed their contract, and he looked to where Lance was watching him.
He glimmered still, in the moonlight, and for a moment Shiro saw the specter leaned over him as he bled out into the mud on a winter evening. The memory gave Shiro pause, but he said nothing.
“Too many people,” Lance said suddenly, and Shiro glanced over his shoulder to the crowded ballroom, and realized with a guilty jolt how overwhelmed Lance must feel.
“Would you like to leave?” Shiro asked him, and he saw Lance look back to the ball, and consider. They could both see Keith, unwilling to be parted from the Princess’s side, and knew he had things well in hand.
“No,” Lance said, finally, although there was still a measure of hesitation in his voice.
Shiro touched his face gently and Lance’s attention snapped back to him. Shiro smiled, communicating his intent but Lance didn’t move except to close his eyes as Shiro kissed him.
“How about now?” Shiro asked, soft as a whisper.
“You convinced me,” Lance laughed, and, unhurried, kissed Shiro again.
