florideae:

keith never remembers anything he says at all and lance thinks it’s so unfair that he’s the only one scarred from all this

• keith: “…little girl” lance, softly: “what little girl?” keith: “floating” lance, softly: “what the fuck”
• lance, kissing keith’s forehead: “sweet dreams babe” keith, already asleep: “can’t…he controls them…” lance: “haha that’s funny” *sleeps with a light on*
• keith, mumbling: “this…is.a pretty good one” lance, amused: “what’s pretty good?” keith: “this body” lance: *screams internally*
• keith: “lance….” lance: “he said my name in his sleep….gay” keith: “lance…look up” lance: “…..” *slowly looks up* keith: *touches lance’s arm* lance: *screams externally*
• lance, looking at keith’s sleeping face: “please let this be a good night” keith: “…he’s here” lance: “guess i’ll just die then” keith: “soon” lance: “padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo-”  
• keith: *whispers something* lance: *leans closer to him* keith, hushed: “do you hear them screaming?” lance, crying into his pillow: “yeah, it’s me, asshole”
• keith: *stretching from a good night’s rest* “good morning…lance, are you okay??” lance, sitting in a corner clutching a flashlight: “you said she was behind me” keith, concerned: “who?” lance, whimpering: “the woman with no face” 

bonus: 

• keith: *wakes up to lance staring at him with wide unblinking eyes* keith: “what the fuck-” lance, jerking awake: “it wasn’t me! …..why are you on the floor?”