Excerpts from an AU I’ll probably never publish where Keith is a painter and is fascinated by a beautiful boy from Cuba who wears stars on his skin. (Or; AU where Lance is self conscious about his freckles but Keith thinks they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen). #He Wore the Stars on His Skin The blankets had slipped from his shoulders, settling down around his waist in a pool of midnight purple fabric. Moonlight from the open window fell upon his shoulder blades, the bones sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, to break through that tanned skin like little blades covered in shimmering feathers, and Keith was struck by the thought that this man was an angel. Moments like these, where the silver light shining on Lance’s back illuminated the expanse of freckles across his spine in a perfect replica of the night sky, were when Keith felt the most connected to the universe. Where he felt everything as passionately as possible and the breath was stolen from his lungs. And when that beautiful starscape shifted and moved so blue eyes half closed with sleep, but still somehow shining as bright as the sun, turned to look at him, he felt a small smile creep across his face, a smile that was quickly mirrored by the face in front of him. Lance moved then, lifting himself up and draping his body carefully over Keith’s. Lips softened by years of careful care and routine pressed against his own, hungry and demanding and sleepy all at once, and a feeling of contentment slipped over him, pulling him under the spell that was Lance, and he couldn’t think of anyplace he’d rather be. There’s something about this place that feels right. Keith doesn’t know what it is, can’t place exactly what it is about this particular place that makes him feel this way, but he knows it has something to do with the beautiful disaster on top of him, that this man with the stars on his skin is solely and completely responsible for whatever it is Keith was feeling. Lance was always telling him to open his eyes, to break through the grey coloured fog that clouded his mind and just feel, to open himself up to see the wonders of the world around him, and Keith couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. The man who had once shouted those words at him in anger was the man responsible for lifting that fog, dispelling it with a smile like the sun and skin like the stars. All it took for Keith to see the beauty of the world around him was to hold a little bit of it in his hands.
