Finally one day, against her will, Sandor had dragged her up to the principal's office when Magnate Leto had called.
And he was so dead for that.
But apparently even he missed the Sophie who wanted to go out and risk her life to protect everyone in everything, which was definitely saying things.
Sandor often wanted to lock her up in her room to protect her from danger. So for the fact he actually wanted her to go risk her life again was slightly surprising.
So Sophie, who had attempted to run away and hide from him, had been taken by Sandor all the way up the way too painfully long staircase journey to the principals office.
She drooped and sulked a bit on the journey, which clearly surprised Sandor, but she hadn't the energy to actually argue with him.
When they finally reached the all too large and intimidating door to the principal's office, Sophie had managed to reset herself to her previous emptiness to piss Leto off. She had shoved all of her mental thoughts into a box and sent them far into the back of her mind, putting up a thick, black wall to block them from sight.
She then imagined grey and nothingness, and that's precisely what showed up.
Sandor gave the door two firm knocks. They waited for a bit. Sophie stared at the intricate patterns woven into the door, something she hadn't noticed before. There was small swirls as if to imitate a peaceful sea. The swirls weren't just solid lines though...they seemed to be shaped from runes, which Sophie couldn't decipher.
Suddenly, Sophie heard loud footsteps approach. She reverted back to her original posture, straightening her back and dropping her arms to her side.
It took 12 more seconds until the door swung open with a loud, SWOOSH!
"Ah, Miss Foster. I see you have finally taken my offer."
His lips curled into a smile.
Sophie didn't return it.
She just stared, blankly as ever.
He tilted his head, studying her.
"You look quite unwell."
He noted.
"Have you slept or eaten recently?"
She just looked at him.
"No she hasn't."
Sandor answered for her.
And oh how desperately she wanted scowl.
But it didn't matter what she wanted.
Her face wouldn't contort that way anyway.
Magnate Leto opened his mouth to say something, but looked like he changed his mind and decided to say something else instead.
"Oh well, come in. We have much to discuss, and I'm sure you're eager to go back to lunch."
She really wasn't.
But she wasn't going to mention that.
Talking made it easy for him.
And she was not going to make it easy for him.
For anyone even.
If they wanted to speak to her, they should have to make her speak.
She was done being a puppet.
She was done being a doll.
She was done apologizing and discrediting her feelings.
She was done being the good little moonlark.
She was done.
And now it was on her terms.
Maybe that would show them how she felt.
Feeling Leto's curious stare, she blinked the rebellious thoughts away, returning to a grey space, hoping he hadn't already slipped her blocking.
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Finding Keefe (Sokeefe)
Fantasi* STORY CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED * Was on hiatus for a while - will most likely be discontinued unless I ever decide to pick it up again, which is rare. Sorry! ~ This story is a different plot line based at the beginning of Stellarlune ~ Sophie had ne...
