Fitz's POV
My palms were sweaty and clammy and beads of clear perspiration were building up around my neck. I wish... oh, how many things could finish that. My most recent one: I wish I knew if Sophie liked me back. I'm so glad nobody is in my head right now. But if they were, they would totally be saying, "Everyone likes you!"
Oh great, now I sound like Keefe. "Fitz?" Sophie snaps her fingers in front of my face. Wait. Oh gosh.
"How can you even talk?" was among the coherent noises I made.
Sophie frowned. "I don't know," she confessed, looking down at herself as if she was examining everything. Anyway, back to what I was saying before? Oh yes. The thing is, Sophie is like... the Sophie Foster. How could an insignificant normal elf like me be even allowed to bask in her warm glory?
Okay, a little off topic. But Sophie is... just too unreachable for words. I gaze at her with her warm brown eyes with the flecks of shining gold glinting back up, her pupils directed onto mine. Bad. Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," I stammered, and looked away, staring, deep in the sea of my own thoughts.
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KotLC- Fan Fiction
FanfictionSome love is in the fresh, unpolluted air at the Lost Cities. Sophie starts dating, and it seems like a happily ever after. But then, something terrible happens, in a long sequence, and the relationships will be tested and strained. There is a chanc...
