OPEN POST 2020.

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【my ❝CALL ME OUT❞ post】
get my ass in gear.

♛ 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. meme code.

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[ketterdamn]

[ This room in particular had taken extra time, purely because this part of the house hadn't been finished. He'd taken a while to figure out where exactly to place what. And then it'd been a matter of picking a bed, making sure the frame matched the tables, getting a soft enough mattress.

There's maybe a faint blush rising in his cheeks at her question. ]

I can have it moved, if you'd rather it not be.

[wraithes]

[ oh, the blush in his cheeks is telling, and inej watches him thoughtfully before looking back around the bedroom. almost as if she's trying to decide whether she wants the bedroom on the ground floor, or if she'd rather have it moved.

eventually, though, she moves closer, to loosely wrap her arms around his middle, resting her chin on his chest, amused. ]

That depends.

[ murmured. ]

Does the house come with a roommate?

[ because if so, then the bedroom stays where it is. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She glances around, not answering him at first. He tries not to feel too anxious about it, especially since something about her posture has an edge of amusement to it. Still, there's a little part that wonders if this was too presumptuous. They've shared a bed for years now, so he figured—maybe a house wouldn't be awful.

Soon enough, she comes over and loops her arms around his middle, laying the doubts to rest. He sets a hand on her waist, tilting his head down, a faint smile curving his mouth. ]

Might be written into the housing title.

[wraithes]

Is it.

[ her tone shifts from amusement to something a bit more wry, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat, eyes bright. ]

I think that would make it our house, and not my house.

[ but she doesn't sound too bothered by that fact. if anything, she sounds distinctly more pleased. ]

[ketterdamn]

Technically, yes.

[ There are a bunch of specifics that really make it hers, but he isn't interested in getting into the fine details. She trusts him with her money, after all, she probably won't want to hear about housing contracts of all things.

Leaning down, he kisses her cheek and pulls away with a grin. ] So, welcome home.

[wraithes]

[ he kisses her cheek, and at welcome home, she feels that warm wetness surrounding her eyes again. so inej tucks her face into his chest for a properly tight hug, exhaling in a laugh before she sniffs, pulling away just enough to look around the room again. ]

I am giving you the money for at least half of this.

[ in warning!! as she tugs his coat a little straighter, now that she's sort of rumpled it. ]

What's on the upper floor? More bedrooms?

[ketterdamn]

[ He hugs her close when she tucks her face to his chest. It's tempting to stay like this because she's been gone for eight months. And as usual, he's missed her enough that some days it had felt physically upsetting. ]

We'll see. [ Who's to say he won't just stick it right back into her account? He has that power. ]

A few guest rooms, an office, and something you'll want to see. [ There's also at least two rooms he hadn't figured out what to do with. ]

[wraithes]

[ a few guest rooms, an office . . . just how big was this house? but she lets go of him only to take his free hand, intertwining their fingers easily. ]

The view?

[ she's curious, at this something you'll want to see, as they move out of the bedroom toward the foyer again -- the staircase leading up to the upper floor is more of a centerpiece than a practical staircase, in her opinion, but it's beautiful all the same. and as they move through the space, she's struck with the fact that this is hers.

well. theirs. though inej suspects that kaz is never going to accept her money and she will be passing it back and forth their accounts for the next age. ]

This house is massive.

[ it's murmured to herself, allowing kaz to lead her along the upper floor, eyes roving toward the ceiling. ]

We could move in Jesper, Wylan, and Nina, and never see them.

[ketterdamn]

They already had the foundation in place. [ The size has been mapped out, as well as most of the outer structure. He hadn't seen a point in attempting to downsize it. ]

Or your parents. [ Just. You know. If they wanted to retire in another country.

He leads her up the stairs—wide set, to make the trip up easier without him having to worry about his cane slipping or missing a step—and starts with the couple guest rooms near the top. They're across from each other, both with different beds in them, though one had curtains in the windows and the other didn't. Next is the office, mostly bare aside from built in bookshelves and an austere looking chair tucked in the corner.

Situated at the back of the house (for the view, of course) is a wider room, with no furnishings aside from familiar looking ribbons hanging from a point on the ceiling. There's windows all along two sides, wide set on the lengthier wall. ]

You can see out to the edge of second harbor from here.

[wraithes]

[ her parents, living in a house like this. inej is certain her mother would protest, but inej keeps that to herself, though she does squeeze his fingers at the mention.

she would bring her parents to live with her when they were ready to do so. hopefully sooner, rather than later, given the state of ravka.

but it's the back of the house, with the massive room and the windows overlooking to the harbor. it's enough to make her breath catch, and inej is about to ask what this room is going to be when she catches sight of the ribbons.

she lets go of his hand to move closer to the center of the room, reaching out to touch the ribbons. and her heart swells, a grin appearing as she tugs on them once, to assure they're properly anchored. ]

It's perfect.

[ finally. ]

[ketterdamn]

Suli-made, so they should live up to your expectations.

[ He had to jump through some hoops to acquire them, but he hadn't wanted to go to a Kerch seamstress or anything. They had to be done right, down to the length and texture—his memory was good but he hadn't been sure about describing these to someone outside the Suli. ]

There's another room across the way and two more at the end of the other hallway. I wasn't sure what to do with them, so there isn't much to see. [ Between some of the rooms, there's a couple bathrooms, also relatively bare aside from the necessary fixtures. ]

[wraithes]

[ her fingers entangle in the ribbon, and she's tempted to test them out . . . but she's still wearing shoes and her outfit isn't really built for the acrobatics required of the ribbons.

instead, she moves back to standing in front of him, and without saying another word, she tugs him into a gentle kiss.

the last eight months had been difficult, and inej had been slowly organizing her work into operating without her for a long period of time . . . building a network in ketterdam to be the central hub of anti-slavery work, to afford her a break, and time to be here. but she had always wondered what that would look like, and where she would stay, and what life would be, staying in one spot.

but kaz, as usual, had an answer and a plan for everything. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She seems to be tempted to climb into the ribbons, her face thoughtful. He can't blame her, especially not after he'd seen first hand how much she enjoyed the practice. There's been something freeing about it.

Of course, he isn't going to complain when she steps over and pulls him into a soft kiss. Well, it starts that way until he leans into it some more, his hand coming to rest at the back of her neck.

Ghezen, he missed this, missed her. He always does when she's gone, but this had been one of her longer stints away. On particularly bad nights, he'd wake up in the morning to find himself curled around one of his pillows, as though it could be any kind of stand in.

(It can't, obviously). ]

[wraithes]

[ she hums to herself, grinning just enough into the kiss to be felt . . . and she can tell that he wants more closeness, but she pulls away just enough to open her eyes, looking up at him with a warm grin, shifting her hands to his face. ]

I missed you.

[ she's said it about twenty times since returning, stealing through his window late one night, but she feels the need to say it again, running her thumbs over his cheeks thoughtfully.

and, because she realizes she hasn't said probably the most important thing to say after you are given a house: ]

Thank you.

[ketterdamn]

[ He definitely wants more, especially as she moves her hands to his face. There's still things to do—like moving things over, unpacking, something about dinner—but he's incredibly tempted to drag her to bed for a nap. It doesn't matter that she's shared his bed in the Slat, it hasn't made up for the months away.

(Truthfully, it'll never be enough, he just likes being close to her). ]

I missed you too. [ As communication could be spotty, he'd worried at a few points when he hadn't heard from her in a while. ] You can thank me by helping pick out furniture.

[ He's not doing all of that by himself!!! ]

[wraithes]

[ the comment earns a laugh and she presses her lips against his again, for a brief kiss. ]

I can pick out furniture. [ how one does that, inej has no idea, but she’ll do her best. ] After a bath, and dinner. And sleep.

[ that seems to be a good order of priority. ]

Have you slept in the bed yet?

[ketterdamn]

That's a plan. [ A good one, since she can soak in the tub. He knows how tense she can get just by virtue of the work she does. The hot water should help for the most part. Because yes, he definitely had that installed. Ever since staying at the Geldrunner, he'd made it a point to have that kind of piping in all his buildings. Putting it into the Slat had possibly been the most expensive, purely because of the size and old construction, but it's been worth it. ]

I laid in it to be sure it was comfortable, but I haven't stayed. [ On some days of long overhauls, he'd been tempted. But the thought of being in an empty house that was supposed to be hers had been too much to stomach. Instead, he'd ended up at the Van Eck residence—after Jes had found out—when he stayed too late and didn't want to walk back to the Barrel. ]

We can break it in. [ Oh. As soon as the words leave his mouth he pauses, realizing what it sounds like. He'd meant sleeping but. Hm. Well, he isn't taking them back. ]

[wraithes]

[ her eyebrows shoot up, at his comment, her mouth opening into a short laugh, because how forward. but it's quickly apparent by the look on his face that he hadn't meant it in such a salacious way.

their journey to intimacy had been rough, to say the least. and honestly, it will probably always be a work in progress. there are good days, and there are bad days. which is fine. and it's that knowledge that sort of leads her to believe there is no way kaz brekker would be so blunt.

though inej is pretty sure he wouldn't argue if she agreed.

so she grins a little, running her thumbs over his cheeks again before moving her hands from his face to run down his arms, catching his hand in one of her own, squeezing his fingers. ]

I think the only good way to figure out if it's comfortable is to sleep in it.

[ amused, as she tugs on his hands. ]

We have a few hours before dinner, don't we?

[ketterdamn]

[ Her laugh causes him to flush, just a bit, feeling caught out even though she seems to have understood what he was going for.

And it's not like they're exactly new to being more intimate. They've had time to work on it. Some days are great, approaching completely "normal". Other days the most they can do is hug or hold hands. They both used to have days where they couldn't even do that for more than a few minutes at a time before needing plenty of space.

So, progress. ]

Give or take. How long do you want to soak in that tub? [ His fingers squeeze hers back, following her short tug to start heading back towards the downstairs. ]

[wraithes]

[ there's a hum, as she thinks, moving down the staircase (her staircase) into the foyer properly. it takes her half a second to remember which way the bedroom is, but she soon makes her way in that direction. ]

Not sure.

[ thoughtfully. ]

Maybe an hour. Or two.

[ it looked like a really big tub, so the sky is the limit. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Going into the bedroom, he settles on the side of the mattress, using their still linked hands to tug her closer. ]

Can I convince you of a nap beforehand? [ He loops his arms around her middle, turning his head to press his cheek to her sternum. ] Or after, I suppose I'm not picky.

[ Kaz pls you're the pickiest human ever. ]

[wraithes]

[ for someone who isn't picky, he's certainly made himself comfortable. and inej laughs to herself before gently brushing his hair back, amused. ]

I think you've made up your mind already, but I have to take off my coat and shoes.

[ she won't torture him by sitting here by himself for an hour when he clearly just wants to be close to her. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ He lets out a slow sigh when she brushes his hair back, the gesture somehow always comforting. With reluctance, despite knowing they both need to shed a few pieces of clothing, he lets her go. ]

I guess you have a point. [ Amusement colors his voice as he reaches out to lean his cane against one of the side tables. When she goes to shed her jacket, he unties his shoes and tucks them under the bed frame. His own coat is shrugged off and he gets up to hang it on a nearby hook. Next is the vest and tie, all set on the same spot for now. He folds up his sleeves to the elbow and unclips his watch, setting it on the stand where his cane is. ]

[wraithes]

[ she lets him get ready while she crosses to the other side of the bed, shrugging out of her coat easily. she notices hooks and hangs up her coat while getting rid of her shoes.

she then takes the next step of quickly undoing her hair, shaking it out. much more comfortable to sleep without the braid than with it in.

soon, she tugs the comforter back and slips into the bed easily. and once she sinks into the mattress, she exhales slowly. it's soft, and the sheets cool, the pillows fluffed perfectly.

and she just sort of

lays there.

soaking up the feeling. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Kaz pulls back the covers on his side and lies down, echoing the sigh she's just exhaled. Turning over, he lays on his stomach, loosely curling an arm around her middle.

And just like that, it sinks in. They have a house together, with no one else. No more hearing the occasional shout or noise from three floors down. Or the general noises from out on the street, when his window is open. This area tends to be quieter, the houses spread apart for privacy.

They can decorate and repaint and start actually having things, not having to worry about a lack of space. He doubts either of them will be the type to want much, but the possibility is there.

There's also the relieving fact he won't have to go up three flights of stairs just to share a bed with her. Though he doesn't intend to give up the attic just yet, it won't see nearly as much use when she's in town. ]

Hey. [ He murmurs, moving his hand to her stomach, thumb idly stroking along the dip of it. ]