How Did We Get Into This Mess - KOTLC Oneshots

Idiot | KOTLC Requests Crosspost

(It's so painfully obvious. How could you miss something this plain to see when it's glaring and staring right at you . . . so obviously!)

Sophie had toyed with the idea of photography. After all, which she'd rather not think about, at least one of her friends would die trying to defeat the Neverseen. It was a given.

What a train wreck of thoughts. She had started out thinking of how wonderful the sky was, cobalt blue descending into cerulean, with transparent fluffy cotton balls scattered throughout to . . . what was it? Oh. Death.

Appraising the view using a handy imaginary camera, Sophie tuned out the sound of Keefe vomiting over the side, and Dex's respective snickers. Dex was claiming 'It's better out than in,' and Keefe had once again made the mistake of rejecting a vial of Kelpie urine.

Ro's mom was having a baby and insisted for Ro to come watch the newborn 'pick out a weapon' at the ogre version of a baby shower.

The boat sent to fetch them was much fancier than Lady Cadence's simple little houseboat, Riverdrift. Carved of rock, the hulking mass had blades jutting out of the sides in an elaborate pattern. How did it even float? The ship was rather imposing.

Keefe glanced over at Sophie, noticing her fluctuating moods. She was his anchor. Seasickness could be dulled by finding one thing to look at. Sophie was that for him.

"Keefe, you're an artist. Do you have any paper?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if it's the kind you're looking for," Keefe bluffed. He just didn't want Sophie to see what was on the paper. Not yet.

"Dex?" The technopath on hand pulled buttons, wires, circuits, tinfoil, a lushberry and finally, a scroll.

"Thanks."

Sophie transmit her memory onto the paper, carefully cropping the moment. But you can't crop a memory. Unrolling the scroll, most of the paper was sky. The very bottom had the deck, and Keefe, a piece of paper sticking out of his pocket.

On the paper that was visible, a beautiful blond girl with sparkling deep brown eyes was close to someone, their hand cupping her cheek. The person drawing obviously loved the girl.

"Keefe? Where'd you get that drawing?" Keefe fidgeted, raking his hand through his hair.

"I made it?"

"Who were you drawing?"

"You." A blush spread over Sophie's face, and she buried her head in her hands.

"Well, um, who's the other person?"

"Me. It's a memory." Sophie began to gently slam her head against the bench.

(Any sokeefe request in my requests book, I'll crosspost here. Since my book is for any ship requested, sometimes it's sokeefe. Which'll end up here as well! I'll be re-organizing the oneshot timeline here so any multipart bits are by eachother. Happy late fourth of july!)