[ she's reached something of an understanding with herself, about kaz brekker. that she's bound to him, for better or for worse, but she was not going to tolerate his absurd attitude problem. she needed to play the game in order to win, but she wasn't going to sacrifice who she was in order to do it.
so - she did as she was told, when it came to haskell. but with kaz, she disagreed. she pushed. she drew lines. and for the most part, he seemed to hate that, but he had continued to teach her. and had continued to show her the most effective way to defend herself. and, though he hadn't used the words, to kill.
they've reached a relatively easy schedule. and inej's arm is well on its way to fully healing, though she still keeps it wrapped and balmed. the scarring is going to be awful, but she doesn't care. it's prettier to look at than the brand that heleen had forced upon her skin.
on this day, though, kaz had asked her to meet him upstairs following a shift. and she obliges, though a little confused as to why. she doesn't bother going up the stairs, instead scaling the wall to slip in through the window with the broken lock, carrying a bag.
waffles, from his favorite stand in the lid. a peace offering, maybe. or maybe she just wanted to try them. ]
You should fix your window.
[ she says mildly, slipping inside to land silently on the floor, depositing the bag of food on his desk as she brushes back the hood of the jacket she recently bought. comfortable and able to climb in. ]
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Date: 2021-01-06 05:50 pm (UTC)so - she did as she was told, when it came to haskell. but with kaz, she disagreed. she pushed. she drew lines. and for the most part, he seemed to hate that, but he had continued to teach her. and had continued to show her the most effective way to defend herself. and, though he hadn't used the words, to kill.
they've reached a relatively easy schedule. and inej's arm is well on its way to fully healing, though she still keeps it wrapped and balmed. the scarring is going to be awful, but she doesn't care. it's prettier to look at than the brand that heleen had forced upon her skin.
on this day, though, kaz had asked her to meet him upstairs following a shift. and she obliges, though a little confused as to why. she doesn't bother going up the stairs, instead scaling the wall to slip in through the window with the broken lock, carrying a bag.
waffles, from his favorite stand in the lid. a peace offering, maybe. or maybe she just wanted to try them. ]
You should fix your window.
[ she says mildly, slipping inside to land silently on the floor, depositing the bag of food on his desk as she brushes back the hood of the jacket she recently bought. comfortable and able to climb in. ]