Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Ro

All Sophie can make out in the darkness is a small, immobile, lump under the covers. Keefe hasn't been showing up at Foxfire for the past few days, which isn't unusual. He uses any excuse he can to ditch, but Lord Cassius would have never let him skip 4 days in a row. Keefe also hasn't answered any Imparter hails Sophie has sent him. Ditching she can understand, but ignoring his girlfriend's hails? Something has to be seriously wrong. 

Sophie creeps closer into Keefe's room, moving slower than normal so she doesn't creek the floorboards. Keefe's figure squirms underneath the blanket, switching from his back to his side. Sophie moves even slower as she descends. 

The stillness of the room is smothering her, making everything odder than it already is. Keefe's room is usually bursting with life, with the drawings on the wall looking so realistic and the ocean-y scent. Now, it is completely dark except for the light peeking through the barely cracked door Sophie just walked through. 
She crouches in front of Keefe, settling her arms on the edge of the bed. In her haste, she accidentally grazes his arm. Keefe's lashes flutter open. 

"Foster?" His voice is weak, like he cried so much he lost it. 

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Sophie whispers back.

"Your emotions did," Keefe murmurs. Sophie can hear the strain it's causing him to flash a smirk, no matter how fake it is. Sophie's heart constricts knowing the only reason he could feel her emotions is because she accidentally grazes his arm. Sadly, he has been numb since he came back from the Forbidden Cities. 

"I was just coming to check on you." She whispers softly, perching her chin on the edge of the bed. She can make out Keefe's features better from here, and only now does she know for sure something is very, very wrong. 
His eyes have darks circles underneath them, so dark she could make them out even if she was all the way across the room. He looks so very tired. 

"Keefe what is going on?" Sophie mutters. 

"Nothing." Keefe's voice cracks and he answers a little too quickly. "I just have a little cold." He tries to flash a smile, but it comes out more of a grimace. Keefe slowly props himself up on his elbows, grunting in pain. 

"Keefe!" Sophie shout-whispers, helping him sit upright against his pillows. She tries her best not to touch his skin any more than she has to. It has to be overwhelming, not being able to feel people's emotions through the air. It will be even more overwhelming when her emotions are suddenly crashing down on him.

"Tell me what's wrong." Sophie meets his eyes. 

"Nothing is wrong, Foster." 

"Please?" Sophie pleads, cocking her head to the side. She can see his eyes soften with a long sigh. 

"It's-" Keefe's voice breaks, and he has to clear his throat a few times before barreling on, "It's Ro. She isn't here. She should be here, Foster. She should be here-" Sophie cuts him off by putting a light hand on top of his. She practically flings her hand away when she remembers her 'way too strong emotions' 
Keefe notices, of course, and grabs Sophie's hand again. 

"Keefe you don't have to-"

"Why are you pulling away?" Keefe asks. His eyebrows are drawn so tightly together they form a long crease. 

"My emotions are too strong for you. Touching has to be overwhelming for you, right?" 

Keefe chuckles lightly, gripping her hands tighter, much to Sophie's dismay. 

"I miss being able to feel your emotions. This," Keefe holds up their hands, "Is the only thing normal these days. So please don't pull away." He adds the last part as a whisper. A plea. So Sophie pulls herself on the bed to sit next to him. 

"Ro is fine. She can handle herself." She reminds him. Her heart melts when Keefe leans his head against her shoulder, letting out a content sigh. 

"You did the creepy dust thing, right?"

"Yes, I did the creepy dust thing." 

"Then why isn't she here?" He sounds like he's been sobbing for hours and has no tears left to give. 

"I'm sure she's okay, she's probably just finishing things up from wherever she is. Just imagine how happy she'll be when she gets here and realizes I'm not... in the Great Foster Oblivion. Anymore." Sophie adds the phrase with a sigh, knowing teasing her will help Keefe. 

"She would have been so happy." Keefe's voice trembles. 

"Don't say that. Don't talk about her like she's already gone. She is alive, and well, and coming home." Sophie lectures sternly, squeezing his hand. 

"What if she isn't?" 

"She is." 

When she feels his head shake against her shoulder, she uses her index finger to tilt his chin toward her. Sophie leans forward until their lips have only the tiniest wisp of space between them. She closes the space. 
His arms fly to her hair, burying his hands in it. Sophie puts her hands on either side of his neck, deepening the kiss further. 

They spread apart only for air, leaning their foreheads together. 

"Please, Keefe. Believe me." Sophie murmurs. 

"I believe you, Sophie." Keefe mutters back. 

"Good." 

Keefe smiles, dropping his head to nuzzle his face in her neck. 

"If it makes you feel any better, I can try the dust again." Sophie says against the butterflies flapping in her stomach. Keefe shrugs. 
She lets herself fall back onto the pillows, dragging Keefe down with her. They lazily lock their fingers together as she buries her face into his stomach. 

"Woah! What happened while I was gone?" A familiar ogre squeals from the doorway.