The Moon And Its Eclipse

The gentle tune of a foreign song filled the room. Making it feel calm and cozy. The melody was of an instrument soft like the violin yet its edges glazed with a sharpness like the pianos from earth. Altean music, maybe? Keith had never heard one before to know for sure.

He followed Lance inside. Lance's hands were behind his back and head straight forward. The usual smooth sway of his hips looked tense, either from nervousness or excitement. Keith wasn't sure which one it was…

Lance stopped in front of the… blanket. It was a blue blanket. Lance's blanket. There was a cake in the middle of it and a lot of pillows all over. The whole place was bathed in a golden glow from the swaying flames all around them.

He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but Keith's breath got caught in his throat when Lance's hand slowly wrapped around his wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Happy birthday, Keith." He said in no more than a whisper, looking at Keith so softly he felt his insides melt.

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Keith gets a surprise birthday gift from Lance