Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20200201214216/@comment-43957690-20200205012113

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"Really, Dad?" Sophie kicked at her door. Which was locked mercilessly from the other side, where Bo stood guard.

And he'd remembered that she could teleport, as well. Hence the warning from Grady as he'd retreated behind the slimming crack of her doorway. "Don't even think about it. No dessert if you try to teleport."

Oh, he wanted to pay dirty then?

Sophie flopped down onto her bed, and stretched out her mental voice ‘till she found Keefe’s consciousness. The feel of his mind was as familiar as the curve of his smirk.

Hey. She said.

''Uhh, Foster? Not a good time…'' His mental voice sounded hushed, like he was whispering his thoughts.

Why?

It’s… nothing. Seriously.

Okaaaay, so then why do you sound like you’re trying not to loose a staring contest? Honestly, that was the only way she could describe it.

His rushed tone told her that he was getting impatient. ''Look, I just need to seem like I’m paying attention right now. And it’s kinda hard when you have the mental voice of your…. Friend… whispering in your mind''.

Sophie didn’t miss how he fumbled with the word friend. Like he was about to say something else. And Sophie was really hoping that it had been-

''I’ll talk to you later, Foster. ''

''Okay. Hail me when you can''.

“Keefe? Are you even listening to me?” Grady seemed to be looking for an excuse to banish him from the face of the earth.

“Yep!” Oof, that didn’t sound right. “Yes, sir.” Was what he was supposed to say? He needed to stop freaking out… like, bigtime.

“Well, then. I assume you have something to say.” Grady leaned back in his chair at the Ruwen breakfast-table, sitting across from Keefe. It felt wrong to lean against the backrest, or to put his hands anywhere but in his lap.

Not because he wasn’t in his own house. He’d been to Havenfeild hundreds of times- it was like his home away from… not home. Because he would never consider the Shored of Solace home. No, it was the conversation that was making him so jittery.

Of course the perfect girl had the overprotective father. Elf logic.

And it was making it that much harder.

“Yeah, I do have something to say.” He grunted awkwardly. “Uh, where’s Edaline?”

If Keefe had one chance of making it out of this conversation alive, it was Edaline. Who was… (drumroll, please) …absent. Great.

“That,” Grady said, crossing his arms, “Is beside the point. I want to know what your intentions are. I want to know why you chose my daughter of all people to endanger, and I want you to give me one good reason why I should let you near her ever again.”

Okay. This was going to be rough.

This was all i had time for today!