Keeper of the Lost Cities Moonlark

Chapter Twenty Two: Keefe

Please don't judge me for this chapter. I know it's not one of my best and it's short, but I've just been dreading having to write another chapter for no reason other than the fact that I've been feeling lazy. So ummm, yeah, please enjoy this SoKeefe chapter and if you have any comment some writing advice.

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After the glorious shower and drinking some lushberry juice, Keefe decided to go home even though it was still a bit rainy outside. It probably would've been fine though since he had to put back on the clothes that he was wearing before. So he was sorta clean and very cold. He would probably have some explaining to do to Edaline and Grady when he got back to Havenfield, but in the meantime, he was going to get another cup of lushberry juice and relax for a while.

But right as he was headed out the door, he felt as if a sharp blade was cutting his insides, searing hot sensations bubbling about, scratching and tearing.

After a few seconds of leaning against one of the doors, he realized the pain was familiar. Keefe glanced at the sleeping blond elf and watched as she started stirring, her face twisted into a determined pose with her eyebrows crinkling the way Keefe teased her about. It was the same face she made when she started to inflict.

Keefe instinctively tried to send her gentle breezes into her mind only to realize that his abilities still weren't cooperating. "Great." he grunted with his teeth clenched as he decided to trudge over to Sophie and gently tried to shake her awake. "Come on Foster."

When his attempts still didn't work, he tried being a little more creative. Despite the current pain he was feeling that felt like lava was coursing through his veins, he stayed standing. First, he bent over so he was hovering inches away from Sophie's face. After a few moments he inched closer and closer. At last planting a soft kiss on her lips. Suprisingly his idea worked. The pain slowly faded after a few minutes of labored breaths to the point of just aching and not being burned alive and the still unconscious elf's facial features relaxed. Keefe just needed Sophie to receive emotions physically since he couldn't use his abilities.

Standing up completely and combing his hands through his hair, Keefe glanced out the window noting that it was significantly darker than before. The next moments were a blur, he quickly yanked his crystal out of his pocket, glittered back into focus in Havenfield's pastures, then rushed over to his bed and plopped down on it. The homey feel of it was enough to knock him out cold, before he knew it, he was snoring with drool coming out his mouth with no care in the world except to just sleep.