How Did We Get Into This Mess - KOTLC Oneshots

What Are We?

"You need to define the relationship," Biana advised, knitting needles clicking. White mesh yarn rested at her feet, Sophie awed by her friends talent having just learned. The blonde shook her head.

"I don't know. What if I offend him or something? I stick with real things. Usually facts and figures," Sophie said. "When the informations in its place I minimize the guessing game. Guess what," she ordered, irritated.

"What," Biana asked, playing along.

"I don't like guessing games!" Wow, the Vacker mouthed. "Or when I feel things, before I know the feelings. How am I supposed to operate when tossed around by fate?"

"Sophie, you've done all of this before. You're the moonlark, for christs sake! The Black Swan are shitty communicators, and look! You're still alive," Biana ranted.

"Yeah, but Keefe was there to help me. It's different."

"Please, stop talking about him like he's dead."

But what scares me the most- what scares me the most.

Sophie trudged on ahead, following Biana's words.

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way, and I can't hide from it? What happens then?

Shivering, Sophie rubbed the sleeves on the dress Biana had given her. Long bell sleeves, and a turtleneck to accommodate the climate. Though the atrociously short hemline wasn't doing much for the cold. 

She actually let Biana spread peachy gloss over her lips, and brush on varying brownish powders. Mascara, black eyeliner-having it done to her felt like there was a lot, but you couldn't tell staring right at her.

Sophie had allowed her friend to even curl her hair into loose ringlets. Was it a crime to want to look good? No. Who did she really want to look good for? Was it for herself, or for Keefe? She was even wearing the elvin version of nylons-surprisingly warm, actually.

Was she really going to knock on his door? Sophie couldn't help but grin at the sign saying I'm emancipated, asshole- the asshole in question being Lord Cassius. 

The door swung open as she raised her fist, and Sophie smiled, eyes cast down. Snowflakes rested on her hair and eyelashes, sparkling in the sunlight.

"Hey Foster," Keefe said breathlessly. He had a coat on, scarf tossed haphazardly around his neck. "I was just going to see you."

She blinked.

"Why?"

Keefe laughed under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. He looked down before meeting her eyes.

"I wanted to ask you a question."

Oh. Oh.

"Well, um," Sophie tucked a lock of hair behind her ear nervously. "So do I. Ah- argh, this is hard. What am I to you?"

"Do you want the long answer, or the short answer," Keefe asked.

"The short answer, preferably."

"Everything. You're my everything." Sophie narrowed her eyes. What a scoundrel!

"You piece of shit." Many expressions flashed across Keefe's face as Sophie grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him toward her. They clumsily made their way to the couch, focusing on one thing- each other.

What felt like an eternity later, Keefe raised his head, pressed against Sophie in a multitude of blankets. 

"Don't you wanna know what I was gonna ask you?"

"Shut up and cuddle," Sophie retorted, snuggling closer. Keefe complied, smiling into Sophie's hair.

(A/N Would you rather have many shorter updates, around 400 words, or updates that take longer, but are about 750-950 words? Also, some dialogue and inner thoughts are lyrics from When He Sees Me, a song from the musical Waitress!)