timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

[ When she curls her arms around him, he lets out a slow breath, contentment creeping in. Her slight weight resting against him has an enormously soporific effect and he can feel his mind relaxing into it, thoughts pulling away from their normal spin.

A few stray ones remain but they're easy to pass off—quick curiosities about what tomorrow would bring. He won't know until he sees it and that's the final thought before the veil of sleep starts to drop.

Her comment has him huffing a tired laugh, his own words thrown back. ] Alright captain, I get it.

[ There's a beat of silence as he settles his hand on her waist again, voice a low murmur. ] Good night, Inej.

[ she's quiet, and smiles into his shirt at the good night, and she quietly responds the same. but she remains awake for a bit longer, listening to him breathe, unable to shut her mind off for at least a little bit longer.

but eventually, the sway of the ship and the feeling of his heartbeat lulls her into a restful sleep.

arrival into port is mostly uneventful. and inej is even talked into taking a week off -- a week, to wander the port, to sleep in a place that isn't a ship. there's a lovely hotel (well, lovely for a port city full of everything from sailors to carnival actors to the occasional rich man) where she and kaz can have a room. and space to explore the city as needed.

it's their first morning in the city, and the very first thing inej does is take a hot shower. it's relaxing, and rejuvenating, and it's about 10 in the morning. lazy, she thinks to herself as she steps out of the shower, hair dripping, hand blindly searching around for the towel as she moves to the mirror, beginning to dry herself off. and it's in drying herself off that she realizes she forgot to bring her clothes in with her.

normally, she wouldn't really care. but the suite they're living in sort of requires going from the bathroom through the bedroom into the main living area, and she has no idea where kaz is in the room. but as she considers it, inej quells that irrational fear. who cares?

he's seen her bleeding to death on a table. he can handle seeing her in a robe.

so she shrugs into the one hanging on the door. it's relatively loose, tied around the waist, and hangs down to her thighs, and covers the important parts. enough for her to tentatively open the door of the bathroom, to step into the bedroom so she can make her way across the carpet toward her bag, to open it and rummage around for clothing as she speaks: ]

What do you want to do today?

[ she manages to keep the normalcy in her tone, lighthearted and even. ]

[ For a little while, he can tell she's still awake; her breathing hasn't evened out. Hasn't hit that sleepy cadence he's gotten used to.

Eventually, his awareness drops off and he doesn't wake until the sun has crept in through the porthole. Neither of them stay in bed for long after that, knowing there's much to do before getting into port. The morning blurs and soon enough, they're docking without trouble. He watches, bemused, as Specht gently bullies Inej into taking time off and notes, with gratefulness, that he'll have to return the favor to her first mate at some point.

The two of them end up checked into a relatively nice hotel. It doesn't quite beat the one they'd put Colm Fahey up in but a port like this can't be expected to have something so highbrow. It doesn't really matter; the only luxury he's most keen on is the bathroom and the proximity to most everything interesting.

As usual, Inej is up and out of bed first. He lets her take the shower first, content to take his time getting up. When the bathroom door opens, he's sitting near the window, hair still in disarray as he watches the busy street below. Her question pulls his attention away and he freezes when he looks over, eyebrows lifting a fraction as he takes in the sight of her in a robe.

Reflexively, his gaze drops to her uncovered legs, momentarily watching the flex of her calves as she goes through her bag. Getting ahold of himself, he drags his eyes up, focusing on the damp sheen of her hair.

(He's not a religious man by any means but he's thanking whatever is out there for this exact moment). ]

I figure we could walk towards the mainland connection, I'd like to see less of the port. [ Somehow, he manages not to sound as strangled as he feels, though there's certainly a rough edge to his voice he can't mask. Focus, Brekker. ]

[ the robe hangs loosely on her shoulders as she sorts through her clothes in her bag, fishing out a shirt and pants easily. but it's in doing so that her eyes flicker upward to catch kaz staring.

it's a brief moment, and he quickly covers it up with the nonchalant statement, the suggestion of what to do today. but she's already seen, and inej's lips curve into a knowing smile, almost incredulous.

got him. ]

Is there something on my face?

[ pointedly, before she returns to her bag to find her brush. ]

[ Part of him feels a twinge of guilt for staring, knowing her past and what she's gone through. The other part is still distracted at seeing so much skin. Not just her bared legs but the slope of her shoulders, the robe slightly loose on her small frame.

And of course, she's caught him looking. Not much gets past her. Her question actually makes him flush; he can feel the tinge of heat on his face. He shifts in his seat, forces himself to look away, towards the window again. ]

No. [ Well: ] Yes? Your hair is sticking to your cheek.

[ he blushed.

inej understands, intimately, why men look at women. and it used to make her skin crawl, whenever people looked at her like that. like she was nothing more than some passing object to entertain them for the night. like she was some type of present to be unwrapped, a fragile thing in the dark.

but for the first time, there's almost a certain thrill, in knowing that she can command this type of attention. that it's in her control. and some distant part of her understands that she's attractive to some people, sure, whatever, but something about her captivates him. and that's exciting.

. . . but he is telling the truth, in that her hair is stuck to her cheek. and inej delicately brushes it aside before she crosses in front of the bed, to deposit her clothes for the day on the rumpled covers. with her other hand, inej reaches out to gently touch his cheek, to turn his face toward her. and she leans forward just enough to brush her lips against his before she says: ]

Are you going to take a shower?

[ :) ]

[ Breathe, refocus. It's normal. All she's going to do is change and brush her hair out, braid it for the day. And he'll wash up, dress, be ready to head out with as little fanfare as possible. Usually this mental exercise is quite easy, he's gotten good at ignoring distractions while trying to come up with schemes. The Slat, after all, is a noisy place.

None of that seems to work in the face of knowing how underdressed she is. He's hyper aware of their proximity and he's silently counting the seconds, waiting to hear her step back into the bathroom to pull clothes on.

Instead, he gets a hand on his cheek, the touch nearly making him jump out of his skin. There's a sharp inhale when she leans forward and a pleasant shiver runs down his spine as her lips brush his.

If he wasn't in deep before, he is now and there's no chance of turning back. ]

Yes. [ That definitely comes out slightly strained as he pulls his wits back together. Not an easy task with her so close, shower warmed skin radiating heat. He wants so badly to lean further into her touch, to press a kiss to her neck and the bared angle of her collarbones. Instead, he fidgets, fingers curling into his palms as he tries not to touch. ]

[ she notices the fidgeting of his fingers curling into his palm. he wants to move, and touch her, but is resisting for some reason . . . because of her, or because of him?

she's tempted to push her luck, to wrap her arms around his neck and settle in his lap, to kiss him and remain inside for the rest of the morning . . . but something pulls her back from the brink, and instead inej runs her thumb over his cheek with a warm, barely there grin. ]

So go take one.

[ as she inclines her head, and steps away to turn back to her clothes. ]

I need to get dressed.

[ and she cannot do that with him in the room. ]

[ He knows if he reaches out and touches it's going to be a delay. They're not exactly on a time table but it will be distracting.

There's also the matter of not being sure he could. At least not the bared skin of her legs or the vee shape at the front of the robe. Her waist is covered, though, and he does finally brush his hand down her side as she thumbs his cheek, affectionate.

It's both disappointing and relieving when she steps away, some of his dazed thinking going with her. He rakes a hand through his hair and pulls himself up, blowing out a quiet breath as he gathers his clothes for the day. Resolutely, he doesn't turn to look at her on his way to the bathroom and once there, turns the cold water on full.

If every morning is going to be like this, he's in trouble. ]

[ he all but runs to the bathroom, and inej has to bite back a laugh -- mostly because it's different than the high anxiety and terror that associates touching being too much. it's a much more normal type of anxiety, so inej doesn't feel too bad about causing a bump of chaos in his day.

kaz brekker will be okay.

she quickly gets dressed, folding the robe neatly to put on the chair in the corner. and when kaz is finished, inej is by the window, looking outside it as she brushes her hair, watching the people wander by on the walkway.

spotting the street urchins pickpocket the unsuspecting. it's almost nostalgic. ]

[ The shower is bracing but it does the trick, all of the haze and too-warm feeling going down the drain. It's good to have a clear head again and he cleans off without too much dallying. Drying and dressing is efficient as always and by the time he steps out of the bathroom, he's back to his usual composure.

Well, mostly. His hair isn't slicked back in its usual severe manner, left a bit loose to dry. He goes over to her by the window, peering out of it as well and managing to catch sight of a young girl picking a pocket. ]

Good lift, that pigeon won't notice till supper I bet.

[ the comment causes a laugh, and inej leans backwards slightly to bump a shoulder into his chest, surveying the scene of the crime. she hasn't moved to braid her hair, and looks to be just leaving it down today, hanging around her shoulders.

after all, she is on vacation. ]

Probably not.

[ as she tilts her head back slightly, to catch his gaze. he looks different, with his hair askew. younger. it's a good look, she decides, as her laugh melts into a warm smile. ]

Are you ready for breakfast?

[ She leans back with a laugh and he smiles, feeling a familiar warmth in his chest from the sound. He doesn't hesitate to touch her this time, settling both hands on her shoulders lightly, fingers partially tangling in her hair. ]

Whenever you are. [ His gaze meets hers, a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth. He lets go of her shoulders and finger combs out any tangles, liking the feel of the still damp strands. ] No braid?

[ she's noticed, by now, that kaz appreciates and likes her hair. particularly when it's down. so . . . why not? it isn't as if she's working, or needs to have her hair out of the way.

so she shrugs, remaining still while kaz runs his fingers through her hair. ]

It still needs to dry, and I have no reason to put it up today.

[ so, having her hair down it is. ]

And I am ready.

[ She doesn't pull away as he combs and when he finishes, he leans down, kissing the top of her head. There's an internal tug to stay there and loop his arms around her but he pulls away. Likely there will be time for that later.

He steps away a bit, offering her a hand up. ]

Let's go then, your pick. [ Mostly because he has no idea what's here but... details. ]

[ she leans into the kiss with a hum before she takes his hand, threading her fingers through his easily as she pulls herself up. ]

Coffee.

[ first and foremost, in a decisive tone as she tugs him toward the door, locking it on their way out as they move down the stairs, to head toward through the lobby of the hotel. ]

Finding waffles here may be difficult, but I think we can manage to find something almost as good.

[ It's easy to pull her to her feet and he doesn't hesitate to thread his fingers with hers at her prompting. ]

It's like you read my mind. [ He says, amused, as he follows her lead to the door. His cane is plucked up before they go and he might double check the lock on the room. Just habit. Falling into step with her is a familiar thing, even with one hand occupied.

Once outside, he's content to look around, idly committing certain details to memory. The white painted facade of the building next door, the flower boxes of bright yellow flowers at the bookshop across the way. Small things to remember just in case, though he hasn't gotten truly lost in years. ]

Didn't Zenik mention something similar? [ His brow furrows momentarily as he tries to recall a half-listened to conversation from who knows how long ago. ] Blini?

[ there's a certain brightness, in her eyes, at his memory, and she inclines her head toward some food stalls, closer to the dock area of the city. ]

They are not as . . . crunchy? [ it takes her half a moment to find the right word, as she leads him toward the city proper; they can avoid the hustle of the docks, and explore the city a bit more in their quest to find food. ] But still good.

[ she is certain kaz will still like them, at any rate. especially because: ]

They melt in your mouth, as you eat them.

[ As she describes it, he's trying to form a picture and coming with...not much. Something like bread, maybe. Truthfully, he never has paid much attention to the differences in sweets, leaving that particular area of expertise to Nina. ]

Like chocolate? [ It's the only comparison he can think to make, despite how infrequent he's had such a thing. Hot chocolate isn't the same as a solid bar, after all.

As they turn further into the city, he really starts to see the differences between here and Ketterdam. Mostly in the architecture, but the biggest change is the amount of color. The people of Kerch are a sober lot, generally, preferring neutrals. He kind of likes the bright shutters and painted doors here. ]

No, not that type of melting.

[ as she leans her shoulder into his, taking note of where they are. they're getting closer to a small little shop that sells blini and coffee, and has a little seating area outside. to enjoy the sun, and to people-watch. which inej is certain kaz will prefer the latter rather than the former. ]

It is like a fluffy, thin cake. With fruit on it.

[ sort of?? inej is bad at describing stuff like this. nina is way better. ]

Though I am sure you could put chocolate on it, if you really wanted.

[ Well, he's getting a slightly better picture in his head, though who knows how close it is to how the thing actually looks. He's imagining something like a cupcake but flatter, topped with fruit.

He supposes he'll find out soon enough.

At least until then, he has something to keep him busy, which is watching the people go by completely unawares. It's...nice, to not be known. To anyone here, he's just an outsider, his dark attire setting him apart. But none of them are skirting out of the way or trying to leave him a wide breadth like they would in Ketterdam. He's slightly wary, if only out of the usual worry that someone might bump into him the wrong way and leave him stunned and ill.

That seems to be happening less and less though. ]

Don't tell Zenik but I don't really care for chocolate all that much. [ She'd probably find that sacrilegious. ]

[ she can tell that he has a certain wherewithal about him, a quiet tension. it's a new place, and kaz doesn't really have any power here. which means people aren't going to avoid him simply because of his reputation.

still, inej guides them through the people easily, listening to his comment about chocolate, which doesn't surprise her. you don't practically live with someone for years and not get an inkling on what they like, and don't like. and it's never escaped her notice that kaz has typically declined offers to bring back chocolate covered waffles, whenever inej has gone to spend time with nina, after her work was through at the white rose.

still: ]

What is your favorite food?

[ curious, as they walk. ]

[ Between his natural avoidance of people and Inej's guiding skills, they make it through most of the crowded spots with little trouble. He gets a few stares from children and nosy mothers, who seem to disapprove of his clothing choices. As they go, he also catches sight of a few more pickpockets doing their work, some better than others. ]

Green apples. We had a tree, growing up. [ Jordie had taught him how to climb it and he'd spent a lot of time lounging in the lower branches. ] Da would make tarts at the end of the season.

[ He hasn't thought about that in years. ] What's yours? Besides waffles, that is.

[ His tone is teasing and he bumps her shoulder almost playfully, a bit of a smile turning his mouth up. ]

[ green apples is not the answer she was expecting, but it suits, all the same. especially the part about apple tart . . . and inej makes a mental note to herself, to track down an apple tart. somewhere.

it may need to wait to return to ketterdam, but she'll find one.

she sways easily with the bump, smile turning thoughtful. and the answer comes to her pretty easily: ]

My father makes a dish called pirogo. It is like a . . . [ and she thinks to herself, how to describe it without delving into her own language. ] Noodle casserole. It is very sweet.

[ with raisins, and cheese . . . ]

We can probably find it here, if we look hard enough. I am sure there are some of my people, working on the docks.

[ She sways towards him and he's tempted to put his arm around her waist, even if it would make walking a bit awkward. Easy enough to do when one has two working legs, not so much with his cane. Maybe when they stop, he'll be able to indulge the urge without putting them both off beat. ]

Sweet noodles? [ Nothing like that in Kerch. But then, noodles have never been a big part of their diet. It's mostly root vegetables and cured meats, things to get through their miserable winters and dreary rains. ] Between the two of us, it shouldn't be hard to find.

[ She'll want the nostalgia, the familiar taste. And he wants to try it, not one to be a picky eater. ]

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