IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK
by masokeith
klance; nsfwKeith was stardust on the battlefield, a sharp elegance to him that carved out the smooth planes of muscle, delicate jaw line, cracked, bitten lips and rough, calloused palms. Sometimes, Lance thought Keith was the most beautiful when he had a sword to a Galran’s throat, glistening with sweat, eyes wild and dark with a fire and determination that could shatter a thousand enemy fleets with just a flicker of those bruised irises.