KOTLC "Choose em'" Oneshots

sokeefe 13

13 sokeefe: you'd better put that knife down

     Keefe was sitting in his room,  light seeping in through the tinted windows,  the cream curtains creating an ocean of fabric. The theme of the room was navy blue, teal and white.  The carpet was deep blue like midnight,  the walls were pristine and clear,  a powdery white.  His king sized bed was humongous compared to a lousy human bed. It's frame was reflective and golden,  shining with all the colors imaginable.

      Keefe closed his eyes that were flooding with tears after his recent encounter with his father.  Reprimands were none to familiar,  scoldings were usual,  but this was a different type.  Not a firm talking to,  not a hard slap on the back saying "bad job son." None of that.  It was a yell,  Lord Sencen had fully bellowed in pure disappointment and disgrace. His face had shown absolute fury,  bursting with hidden emotions near the flood-gates.

      Not only had Lord Sencen told Keefe that he was a disappointment,  but also told him that he was disowned and evicted.  What a way to start the day.  Of course,  Lord Sencen had made the exception that Keefe could spend the night once more,  but he had to leave the next day.  That's a true "last-minute" kind of thing. The fancy bedroom would no longer be Keefe's,  the large bathroom no longer,  but at least all Elves receive the standard amount of money when they are born,  so at least he is not broke.

      Reflecting on the recent events,  Keefe realized that he would have to contact someone eventually to find a place to stay.  Maybe Sophie or Fitz would be willing.  Maybe even...  Bangs Boy. Keefe was absolutely desperate for a caring family,  but he knew that it would never come from his blood relatives. He was an orphan,  alone with no where to go. His imparted rang,  snapping him out of his hazy daze. Sophie's image flashed across the screen.

      "Hey,  Keefe!!" Sophie said in her usually cheery tone. Keefe only slightly nodded in return. "Hey,  what's wrong?" Sophie inquired.  Keefe was never like this unless something terrible had happened,  like with his mother.

       "Oh,  um its nothing," Keefe said in despair.

       "I don't believe you Keefe,  tell me the truth.  I'm only trying to help."

        Silence and the ticking of Sophie's clock on her pale wall was all that could be heard.  Sophie's heart and mind were racing... what if something happened with his father,  or mother again.  Maybe he had heard from his mom for the first time since her escape from the Ogre prison.  What if something devastating had happened to him,  or... or... or... Sophie's photographic memory filled with graphic images,  death - that was hard for an elf to deal with,  such fragile minds (yet strong at the same time) - gore,  Wanderling Woods,  the Neverseen,  anything and everything imaginable.

     "Keefe,  why don't you come over?  Edaline made mallowmelt; mint chocolate, salted caramel,  peanut butter cream; custard bursts,  and indigoobers!! You can spend the night if you want,  since it's already so late.  Just make sure it's okay with your dad."

     "What makes you think my dad would care?  He has never cared for me,  so why would he suddenly start now?" Keefe muttered bitterly.

     "Gnomes,  I was only trying to help.  Do you want to take me up the offer though? It would be nice to have you over, we could catch up on things."

      "Yeah,  but can I spend the rest of eternity there?  I'd rather eat and smell Selkie skin than stay here with my 'father'." Keefe was returning to his usual prankster self,  with a little bit of the kind of Keefe when they stayed at Alluveterre.