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Lance has a design of the sea.
It’s on his right wrist, vibrant and glowing even as he lives so far away from the thing he loves most in the world.
On his left wrist, sparkling and shining even as he wonders at the stories behind it, is the thing his soulmate loves most in the world (besides him of course).
He doesn’t really pay attention to class (again), too busy following the curving lines of the red-hued stars and constellations. Usually a mark will be a small circle, slightly bigger than a quarter. But not Lance’s.
Two full sleeves of swirling marks climb up both arms, and while he usually flaunts everything... these? He keeps them beneath wrappings of thin white tape. But when he’s bored, he’ll unwind a little bit and trace it. It grounds him, calms him when usually he’s a mask of bubbles and flirting.
The bell rings and he jumps a little, wrapping his arms back up. Hunk nudges his arm next to him.
“Man, you okay?”
Lance laughs, as if the very idea of him not being okay was hilarious. And it was, in a way. “Of course, sunshine!”
Lance gets up and spins in a circle, dramatically swinging his backpack around. “It’s the last hour! It’s FREEDOM~~”
“Lance-”
He stops and stares at Hunk, who’s grimacing. “Detention?”
“Oh… fuck.”