vacations.

[wraithes]

[ it had taken some doing, convincing kaz to come with her on a trip. the dregs would be fine left to their own devices, and honestly, inej was impressed with herself that she had managed it with minimal squabbling. but after some weeks of preparation, they found themselves just off the coast of novyi zem, sailing through calm seas, tucked away in the captain's quarters.

she relished nights like this, with just them. without the need to hide behind reputation or fear, comfortable in each other's arms. inej is half undressed, in a loose shirt that she had fished out of kaz's packed clothes. she had wasted little time in falling into her (their) bed, quick to be rid of the knives and boots and braided hair in lieu of being comfortable and undone. something her beloved other half is still working on, as she's watching him get dressed for bed -- or, rather, undressed, a lazy grin soon appearing on her features. ]

Ridiculous man.

[ it's said with no small amount of affection, sighing to herself, as if kaz is taking so long on purpose. which, in her opinion, he is, because: ]

Only the Saints know why you bother wearing a three piece suit on vacation.