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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[wraithes]

[ burning it to the ground would have been beautiful. maybe some day, just to drive the nail into the coffin. and she's about to say so when kaz sits up, and encourages her to go to sleep.

she probably should. though the comment about the birds causes a roll of her eyes, because the birds were there before she lived in the slat, and they clearly have stayed after she left. and she remains seated on the bed, watching him, her expression hard to read.

she then decides to be brave.

she shifts her weight, to place her hand on the bed to steady herself, before she leans forward into his personal space. she feels her own anxiety spike, at being so close, but inej ignores it, before gently kissing his cheek.

a silent thank you. an easy way to say a lot without saying anything at all. it's hard, really, to put into words how much kaz means to her, and what he's done for her means to her. she figures it's a good start.

then, before much more can be said, inej leans back to unfold her legs, to stand, and adds a dry: ]

They are not my birds.

[ jerk. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ When she doesn't immediately stand, he wonders if he's said something he shouldn't have. Or maybe he's said something right and she's weighing her response. Whichever the case, her expression has gone unreadable. It makes him slightly nervous, because he can never tell what that means. Sometimes it's simply thoughtful, other times she's got something on her mind that will have an impact when she finally speaks up.

Except she doesn't say anything. Not out loud, anyway. He should be used to that, considering how many times they've had a full conversation without speaking. Instead, she leans in and he forces himself still, a bit wide-eyed when she kisses him on the cheek.

He's still in shock when she gets up and it takes all of his willpower not to touch the spot she'd kissed. ]

They might as well be. Any time you aren't here, they harass me from the sill.

[wraithes]

Perhaps you should feed them.

[ knowingly, as she rises to her feet, allowing her fingers to gently brush against his shoulder as she does so, to make her way to her own corner of the room. ]

Go to sleep so we can get breakfast, tomorrow.

[ as she settles on her own bed, slipping underneath the covers easily. and, finally, she exhales to herself, allowing her eyes to close as she allows relaxation to claim her.

he hadn't pushed her away, or had a reaction, that she could notice.

progress. ]

[ketterdamn]

Then they would bother me more.

[ Not necessarily true. They might be more affectionate, at least? Like they are with Inej, chirping and hopping about.

Well, whatever. He appreciates the small touch on his shoulder and gets up after her, flipping the covers back and sliding under them. All at once, the day catches up with him, an exhaustion settling in. But it doesn't come with the usual ache, he feels strangely light; his mind cycles back to the kiss on his cheek. The last thing he thinks of before sleep creeps up quickly.

He wants to return it, before she goes. ]