How Did We Get Into This Mess - KOTLC Oneshots

Solidarity

( Saw your face, heard your name! Gotta get with you. )

Marella bit her lip, staring at Linh for the millionth time that session. Keefe levitated over, bobbing in the air next to the fiery blonde. He followed her line of sight over to a beautiful girl with a black crown braid starring tinted silver highlights.

"Girls, huh," he observed, casually glancing at Sophie Foster, the ever oblivious black hole consuming all of his affections. The right side of his mouth went up as he saw the crease in her forehead, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Yup," Marella responded, popping the p somewhat yearningly. In a kind of pining, tired way. God, Keefe really felt that. Even if he wasn't an empath, he'd be empathizing with the lesbian at the highest levels right now.

Marella fisted her hands in her Level Five tunic, the silky red material bunching around her knuckles. The Saber-Toothed Tiger pin glinted in the sun glaring from the glass ceiling. Linh looked extremely good in red. As did Sophie. It was agonizing, to say the least.

"Why me," she sighed. "What did I do to deserve this."

"You tripped Fitz yesterday."

"Not on purpose!"

"Mmm," he murmured, tugging at a thin braid in Marella's wavy hair. He rested his chin on Marella's head, slumping forward in a faint surge of hopelessness. "Race ya to Sir Harding," he stated quickly, taking off.

"No fair," Marella laughed good-naturedly, shooting off the wall with a determined glint in her ice blue eyes. The short cape flared out behind her as she maneuvered around prodigies, catching up to her friend.

( We all love himbo - lesbian friendships. So wholesome. But hey, I'm really proud of one line in here. See if you can guess it! If you can't, tag a friend to help you out for better chances. )