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Keith scuffed his boots on the snow-littered ground. He knew he was standing a little too near to the edge but it was the closest he could get. There was a guitarist basking just across the opposite platform and he wanted to go closer, but the train was arriving soon. He couldn’t afford to take a detour.

Keith kept darting his eyes onto parts of the clothings. A hoodie. Washed out jeans. 

He tried not to be obvious, but it was frustrating. There wasn’t enough of a crowd to explain staring. He could tell the guitarist was tan, but he couldn’t catch a clear view of his face. The snapshots hovered in his head, but it was like trying to piece together a puzzle that he had never seen before. 

He could just make out the song to be Little Drummer Boy, and he usually thought it was a stupid song, but it actually sounded…nice? Keith exhaled a puff into the frost air. The cold must be getting to his head.

The music was punctured by the distant harsh rhythm of the railway tracks. He felt a small flutter of panic. There was no telling when he would come across the guy again. He was going to take a good look across the cabin windows once the train reached him. It was his last chance.

He felt a blast of icy wind as the train entered the station. Keith quickly lifted his head and stared at the guitarist through stuttering planes of the metal walls.

Oh…a sharp face, but smooth. Long fingers too, on the guitar.  He had…..blue eyes. It was dark, but definitely blue. Pretty.

And it was looking at him.

Keith froze. The train slowed to a stop, and so did his world.

It was 5 degrees, but it burned.

And he still had a train to catch.

If only he could move.

Merry Klancemas! Let’s get that xmas mood on /blowstrumpet

My piece for Klance secret santa, my giftee gave me alot of options, and I picked pining keith/guitar lance. I wanted to make something special to end the year and celebrate s2!! Vld and fanworks by the comm has given me so much happiness  ❤

It was rly fun working on the animation (although gif ate like half the quality?!! my god/ cries / also it helps if you click and enlarge it)  

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UPDATE*****

TheOppositeOfAmnesia wrote a BEAUTIFUL fic for this please check it out!!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9101359

360° view inside the Blue Lion’s cockpit

I’ve started a Klance interactive story on instagram ! :)