Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39312933-20190506173125/@comment-39312933-20190509134548

'''Keefe now tended to sit next to Sophie in lunch at Foxfire. One particular day, Fitz walked in to the lunchroom, glanced at Sophie, and sat at the other end of the room. Next to Tam, Linh, and Dex. Keefe quickly whipped off Sophie’s glove, and sent a hurricane of breezes through her head. Sophie leaned into Keefe’s grip. '''

“Thank you, Keefe.”

***

'''“Fitz, you messed up.” Keefe said later at Everglen. “You raised Foster’s depression level, by, like, a million degrees.”'''

Fitz flinched.

“Look… we’ll still be friends, ok?”

“What about your Cognate’s thing?” Keefe asked.

'''“We can still do that.” Fitz replied uncertainly. Keefe snorted.'''

'''“Yeah, right. And my mother’s an angel,” '''

'''Fitz sighed. '''

'''“No more Fitzphie, then.” Keefe said, a glimmer of a smirk on his face. Fitz groaned. '''

'''“Look, Keefe, she’ll be fine.” Fitz paused. "She’s got you.” And then Fitz walked out of the room. '''