Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Rainy Day

The wind outside of the window is lashing against the leaves and grass, the rain pattering against the windows. Everything is dark and gloomy, despite it being midday. Sophie sits in the chair farthest away from the glass. Grady and Edaline are running errands, leaving her completely defenseless against the horrors of the storm. Sophie thought about hailing someone a few times, but she didn't want anyone to see her like this. Sobbing in the corner of a dark room just because of some weather. 
Back when she lived with her human family, her mother would rub calm, comforting, circles on her back. Even though she thought Sophie was a freak, the thought is still a happier one for her. 

Sophie heaves another sob, burying her face deeper into her hands. The tears drip down her chin, dropping on the cool fabric of her pants. Her eyes find the Imparter sitting uselessly on the side table, and before she can think again she reaches for it. Sophie hails the one person that can calm her down. 

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"Foster?" Keefe calls, walking up to her pathetic spot on the chair. He approaches hesitantly, until she heaves another painful sob. Then he comes running to her side. Keefe drops to his knees in front of her and takes her hands, softly stroking her knuckles with his thumb. 

Keefe drops his voice to his softest tone, "Foster, breathe. I know you're upset but I need you to breathe for me." 

Sophie nods shakily, trying to calm her hyperventilating. But no matter how hard she tries, her breaths become faster. 

"I-I can't Ke-Keefe I just can't-"

"Try breathing through your nose."

Sophie does as she's told, and eventually her breathing starts to steady. When she's gotten her lungs to cooperate, she meets the ice blue eyes in front of her. It's like diving head-first into a bucket of ice cold water, like plunging into a pool of dreams. 

"Thank you." Sophie mutters, switching her gaze to look at their now intertwined fingers. Her cheeks warm just at the sight. 

"Anytime. So what caused the freak out?" Keefe asks. 

Sophie tries to reach up and tug out an itchy eyelash, but Keefe squeezes her hands to prevent it. "It's stupid." 

"I doubt that anything that made you act like this is stupid." 

Sophie flinches. Noticeably. Because the reason she had the freak out was because of weather. 

"The rain." Sophie murmurs. She turns her head away from him so he can't see the embarrassment coating her cheeks, even though he can feel it anyway. 
She doesn't know why she's afraid of the rain. The thunder. The way everything darkens. The way the wind lashes. Maybe she does know why. 

Before Sophie can realize what's happening, Keefe is pushing her aside and cozying into the tight chair beside her. Their thighs are rubbing against each other, and Keefe drapes a heavy arm around her shoulder. Sophie leans into him as far as the chair will allow. "I told you it was stupid."

"That isn't stupid at all, Foster. My fear is so much stupider than that!" 

"And what is that?" 

Keefe is quiet for a moment, before sighing, "Clowns." 

Sophie raises an eyebrow, then remembers he can't see it. She doesn't know what to say, so she just nuzzles closer against his chest. 

"It's alright, Foster." Keefe coos. He slowly runs his hands through her hair, earning a content sigh from Sophie.

"I hate that I'm scared of the rain." Sophie murmurs. 

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their fears, and believe it or not, you definitely deserve to have your fears justified after everything you've been through." 

Sophie sighs, "But I'm the moonlark. I'm not supposed to have fears."

"You aren't just the moonlark. You are so much more than that, Foster." Sophie practically melts. Keefe has gone through just as much as her, and yet he's the one constantly calming her down. Keefe is the one always there for her. 

"Thank you." She whispers softly, "For everything."

She feels Keefe nod. "And for the record, clowns are pretty terrifying if you ask me." 

"I know right! What kind of person paints their entire face and wears the weirdest clothes ever? And don't even get me started on the nose!" Keefe exclaims. Sophie giggles against his chest. 

"Are there even clowns in the Lost Cities?" Sophie asks him, suddenly curious. She hasn't seen any street performer clowns wandering around Atlantis, so how could Keefe know about them?

Keefe scoffs, "Uh, yeah. And believe me they are ten times scarier here than in the Forbidden Cities." 

"Noted."