Glimmer had been trained her whole life to fulfill her purpose. And her purpose she fulfilled. But her job doesn't end there. And now that Keefe has finally come out of the coma that Glimmer was used to create, Glimmer finds herself counting down th...
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Here with a Keefe chapter while I'm out crafting the serious tea that's about to go down- Enjoy! (And make sure to vote on the poll before Wednesday!)
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KEEFE
Don't get Keefe wrong. He loved Ro. ...most of the time, anyway. But having her, in all her ogre-glory, helping him with Every. Single. Thing. That was enough to even make Keefe loose his cool. So he asked Ro to stay in the other part of the healing center right after he had attempted to levitate his sketch journal over to his cot and Ro had snatched it out of the air and brought it over to him.
He knew Ro cared. Yeah, she cracked a lot of jokes and threats and what-not, but he knew she blamed herself for what happened to Keefe. He just needed to be able to do something on his own. And maybe levitating his nightly elixirs across the room into his hand was all that kept him sane.
That and drawing.
He could control drawing.
Keefe drew many things. He drew a vivid sketch of the dream he had of an Elf cookie army, first of all.
But then he drew her.
At first it was the drawing of the two of them riding Silveny to the Black Swan hideout. Keefe all but scribbled his face onto the drawing, focusing on hers. How fierce she looked. How determined. The way her gold-flecked warm brown eyes were set on the horizon ahead, ready to face whatever was coming for them.
By the time he was done, she looked like a real photo. And it made his night feel even lonelier.
She had visited him nearly everyday, but he knew she had other duties to attend to as Lady Foster, after all. He had to convince her to focus on her job.
Not that it didn't hurt Keefe.
He would cry himself to sleep every night, face buried in Mrs. Stinkbottom's plush fur.
Feeling so lonely.
The feeling was agonizing.
She was the only cure to the endless pain.
But we wouldn't ask that of her.
She had done enough for him already.
But tonight, sleep wouldn't come. So he flipped open his sketch book and got to work. Keefe had drawn Sophie so many times he was beginning to question his sanity, so he switched to drawing eyes.
First they were going to be brown eyes, because why not? But then, they shifted to something else. His lines creased the paper as he followed them, everywhere. Constructing a new pair of eyes. Ones that bore into his memories. The way they looked so.. different.
And then he reached for a paintbrush. Evergreen lines swept across the edge of the pupil, deep and dark and vivid. Fading to emerald, and then a lighter green, like the leaves of a flower. And then Keefe stepped back. The green eyes were Glimmer's. Why had he not thought about the fact that her eyes were green? He had only thought about the memories tied to her eyes.
Not the color.
But her eyes were green.
What could that mean?
Who was Glimmer?
And what was she hiding?
And if she had secrets to tell Keefe...
About his past..
About who he was...
Was Keefe like her too?
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