♛ here is my muselist. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
[ the description of her own look of concentration causes her eyebrows to raise slightly, because inej truthfully didn’t know she did that. but her surprised expression turns into a quiet laugh as he differentiates between beautiful and cute, and inej gently brushes his hair back again. ]
Hmmm . . .
[ thoughtfully; she does look like she’s considering something with utmost seriousness. ]
I do like fierce.
[ that sounds apt, she thinks. deadly, but still wanted, and loved. a cat is nothing without her claws, and inej has those in spades.
she considers listing off what she thinks about him . . . but instead: ]
I think you are most cute when you are half asleep.
[ She considers and he cuddles a little more, half nuzzling the spot he's got his cheek pressed against, letting out a content sigh as she brushes his hair back. ]
You're always fierce. And lovely when you have that steely look.
[ Does he like when she means business and is flashing her knives about in her subtle way? Probably more than is normal. He doesn't think most people feel their heart speed up and a warm flush spread through them when they see their partner brandish a sharp object with intent.
Is that a thing he picked up from the Barrel or was that always there? He wasn't even remotely interested in anyone until Inej came along so he isn't sure. ]
I'm pretty incoherent when I'm half asleep. [ Though maybe that's part of the appeal. ]
[ mildly enough, regarding his incoherence. even before they got together, inej knew better than to bother kaz before at least ten, especially if he had been at the club the night before. not even she would be spared his irritation if he was woken up before he wanted to be, particularly if he had a chance to sleep.
— it’s essentially the same rule now, but she has much more leeway in bothering him to get up. ]
I only have that look when I’m annoyed.
[ she adds, amused. and she rests her chin on top of his head, content. ]
[ Before, he would be in the foulest of moods if he were awoken before ten bells. It didn't matter who it was, they'd face at least a little wrath if they made an attempt.
Inej had figured out a way to do it without invoking a sharp tongue and a rude gesture. But then, she has more leeway than basically anyone else. He isn't any more coherent at that point, but it is nice to wake up to her combing her fingers through his hair or kissing his cheek. ]
Inej, every look is a good look for you. [ Ah, the truth. ] Besides, I like it when you're annoyed with someone and ready to tell them to think better of doing so.
[ He grins as he says it, giving her a small squeeze with the arm he has draped over her middle. Maybe he shouldn't push her to annoyance so much but sometimes the banter is too easy.
Plus she really is cute when she gives him that slightly annoyed look. ]
I have no idea what that looks like. [ Honestly, he can't guess. Usually he isn't aware of what his face is doing in that moment, engrossed in what he's doing instead. Is it a curious expression? Open? ] But I'm glad you find it to your liking.
[ it’s a different look, than when he’s trying to solve a problem or thinking about something frustrating. it’s soothing. like when he’s reading a book for fun, rather than something he has to read because it’s required for his work. ]
You sometimes hold your tongue between your teeth right here.
[ and she draws a finger along his cheek. ]
And you knit your brows if you are reading something very interesting. Or if you are learning something new.
[ Kaz is aware that she pays attention. That's just who she is—someone with a sharp eye, who takes in everything. It's why she's done so well as the Wraith, remembering little details or looking for things other people wouldn't normally.
It's strangely satisfying to have that same attention directed towards him; her description of his expression clearly says she'd been watching. He almost feels embarrassed, but it's a good type of embarrassment. A faint blush works its way across his face, one he's not sure she'll see. Thankfully. ]
You do something similar, when you're looking at your maps. [ Sometimes she chews at her bottom lip. It's very endearing. ]
I've always liked when you sat on my windowsill, taking in the sun. You look— [ Hm, how does he put this? ] —radiant. Like one of those saints of yours.
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Hmmm . . .
[ thoughtfully; she does look like she’s considering something with utmost seriousness. ]
I do like fierce.
[ that sounds apt, she thinks. deadly, but still wanted, and loved. a cat is nothing without her claws, and inej has those in spades.
she considers listing off what she thinks about him . . . but instead: ]
I think you are most cute when you are half asleep.
[ and mumbling into her hair. ]
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You're always fierce. And lovely when you have that steely look.
[ Does he like when she means business and is flashing her knives about in her subtle way? Probably more than is normal. He doesn't think most people feel their heart speed up and a warm flush spread through them when they see their partner brandish a sharp object with intent.
Is that a thing he picked up from the Barrel or was that always there? He wasn't even remotely interested in anyone until Inej came along so he isn't sure. ]
I'm pretty incoherent when I'm half asleep. [ Though maybe that's part of the appeal. ]
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[ mildly enough, regarding his incoherence. even before they got together, inej knew better than to bother kaz before at least ten, especially if he had been at the club the night before. not even she would be spared his irritation if he was woken up before he wanted to be, particularly if he had a chance to sleep.
— it’s essentially the same rule now, but she has much more leeway in bothering him to get up. ]
I only have that look when I’m annoyed.
[ she adds, amused. and she rests her chin on top of his head, content. ]
I am sure I have better looks than that.
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Inej had figured out a way to do it without invoking a sharp tongue and a rude gesture. But then, she has more leeway than basically anyone else. He isn't any more coherent at that point, but it is nice to wake up to her combing her fingers through his hair or kissing his cheek. ]
Inej, every look is a good look for you. [ Ah, the truth. ] Besides, I like it when you're annoyed with someone and ready to tell them to think better of doing so.
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[ accusingly, though she does feel a little warm at every look is a good look. his adoration never really gets old.
though, as she traces the curve of his cheek with a finger . . . ]
My favorite expression of yours is when you think no one is looking at you, and you are doing something you enjoy.
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[ He grins as he says it, giving her a small squeeze with the arm he has draped over her middle. Maybe he shouldn't push her to annoyance so much but sometimes the banter is too easy.
Plus she really is cute when she gives him that slightly annoyed look. ]
I have no idea what that looks like. [ Honestly, he can't guess. Usually he isn't aware of what his face is doing in that moment, engrossed in what he's doing instead. Is it a curious expression? Open? ] But I'm glad you find it to your liking.
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[ it’s a different look, than when he’s trying to solve a problem or thinking about something frustrating. it’s soothing. like when he’s reading a book for fun, rather than something he has to read because it’s required for his work. ]
You sometimes hold your tongue between your teeth right here.
[ and she draws a finger along his cheek. ]
And you knit your brows if you are reading something very interesting. Or if you are learning something new.
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It's strangely satisfying to have that same attention directed towards him; her description of his expression clearly says she'd been watching. He almost feels embarrassed, but it's a good type of embarrassment. A faint blush works its way across his face, one he's not sure she'll see. Thankfully. ]
You do something similar, when you're looking at your maps. [ Sometimes she chews at her bottom lip. It's very endearing. ]
I've always liked when you sat on my windowsill, taking in the sun. You look— [ Hm, how does he put this? ] —radiant. Like one of those saints of yours.