A/N: Sorry for the late update, everyone! I've been so tired and sad recently. Maybe a bit of gay KotLC will cheer me up. ;p

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WARNING: Cursing ahead!

TAM SONG

It's nightfall.

No, no. Not the Neverseen Nightfall. Or the book. (Goodbye, fourth wall.) Like, actual nightfall. When night has fallen over us like a blanket, coating the world in black skies and twinkling stars.

I shake my head. I must be tired. I'm confusing even myself.

Seated on the soil, trees and sky spread out above me, I stare at the grave I'd filled hours earlier. Alvar hasn't called me out yet, so I'm still here. I don't know where the damned Vacker is, and I don't care.

A soft thump sounds somewhere far away. I jump to my feet, fists curling, shadows ready to strike.

Tense much?

I slowly fall back to the ground, the disgusting cloak brushing the ground. The eye of the Neverseen flashes in the dark. I hate it. I hate this.

My head flares with fiery pain, and I wince. I've been having a raging headache for the past few hours. It's probably my sanity wearing away.

Time passes slowly. How long have I been here? I don't know. I'm just distracting myself, thinking of ice-blue eyes and messy blonde hair and the smell of hair gel and the sea.

I hear footsteps, quiet and soft, and part of me wonders if I'm just imagining them. Maybe it's Alvar. I don't care. I just stare at the grave, my head roaring with emptiness.

Suddenly, it's like someone stabbed me with at least ten different knives into my head. A small gasp escapes my throat and I crumple, my head between my knees. A wave of dizziness overwhelms me. My vision goes black, and I can only listen.

Thumpthumpthump. The footsteps are louder now, and faster. Huhhuhhuh. Somebody is breathing loudly.

Warm arms wrap around my torso, and I breathe in the scent of hair gel...and the sea.

"Tam. Tam! Holy shit. Tam, wake up, please, please wake up…"

My head rests in their lap. Something cold touches my lips, and I sputter as Youth is poured down my throat.

"Shh. Bangs Boy. It's okay." The bottle of Youth is gone and a cloth wipes my mouth. "Jeez, dude."

My vision slowly clears, and I blink. The shadows of night are stretched all around me, but I can make out the elf holding me.

"Keefe?" I stare at him in disbelief, a blush warming my face as I realize I'm lying in his arms like a damself in distress. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm happy to see you too, Bangs Boy," Keefe mutters, and the blush darkens my face. At least he couldn't see it.

"W-what happened?" I squint at him. "Why am I in your arms?"

"Ah." Keefe smirks, a familiar gesture that makes my heart tumble. "You don't mind, do you?" I simply glare at him in response.

"But seriously…" Keefe's hand hovers near my face, but jerks away like he's second-guessing himself. "I think you were about to break…"

"What?" My voice is hoarse. "Like a broken mind?"

Keefe doesn't reply. He just glances around. I watch his eyes settle on something behind me. The grave.

"I…" I start, but Keefe shakes his head.

"I know," he whispers, and points to the other side of the clearing. "There's one there too."

My mouth drops open. He did exactly the same thing.

Keefe slowly stands up, helping me to my feet.

"Dammit," I grumble. "I'm so weak."

Keefe touches my shoulder and I face him, eye to eye. Ice-blue bores into me, dead serious.

"I know," he murmurs. "I know they keep telling you that you are weak because you can't kill something, I know you think you're weak because you need help. But Tam-don't listen to them. You are strong. You can't handle killing because you are compassionate, and kind, and, well, sane. The fact that you are willing to accept my help...you are strong. Okay?"

I swallow. "Okay."

A soft smile curves across Keefe's lips; not a smirk, a real smile.

"Good."

"So...Keefe..." I start. A soft thump reaches my ears and I flinch.

"Calm down, Bangs Boy." Keefe smirks, jabbing a thumb at a white shape in the distance. "It's just Glitter Butt. She'll tell us if anyone's coming."

I glance at Silveny. Now I know how Keefe got here. I turn back to him.

"How's Linh?" I blurt. "...and the others."

Keefe laughed.

"She's okay. Worried about you." He meets my eyes. "As for the others...they're great. Really great. In fact, two of them are dating."

"Wait, what?" I step back in surprise. "Who?"

"Aaand, here's there reason I came." Keefe steps closer. Another step. A bit too close for comfort. I clear my throat, waiting for his response.

"Sophie and Biana."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really? Took them long enough."

Keefe laughs again.

"My thoughts exactly," he says. "Anyways, I figured that we were finally figuring out that we're all gay for each other."

My heart pounds. He can't possibly mean…

"Why are you here, Keefe?" I ask quietly. He steps yet even closer. I back away, only to find my back to a tree. Blasted forest.

Ice-blue meets silver-blue, and Keefe smiles.

A/N: HAHAHAH YEP, ending it there! Sorry. Excuse my evil author tendanices. I swear I'll update soon, if only to save you from eternal torture. Anyways, I hope it wasn't as bad as I thought and you enjoyed!