[ she supposes that much is true, that ketterdam considers them charity cases. though to be a charity case, inej thinks someone would at least have to know your name. most people don't know hers, just the wraith.
sometimes, that's a good thing. the girl she was died a long time ago. the girl she is now is someone to be feared. that has to count for something, in the end.
she does pause, though, at that. one day, it won't. and inej silently pushes herself off the crate and onto her feet, turning to hand the tube with the painting in it back to kaz. it's far easier for him to hide it in his coat than it is for her. she tries to leave as little a silhouette as possible, which involves not having clothing with a ton of pockets. ]
What do you think that looks like? Ketterdam respecting us. Or not being a charity case.
[ it's almost impossible to consider, really, as she makes her way out of the rendezvous point, slipping into the dark alleyway with a tilt of her head in his direction. he's in a good mood; she may as well push it.
and, she decides to continue with half a laugh, tossing him a slight grin as she slides her hands into the pockets of her jacket, choosing to take the slow path, with him. ]
Kaz Brekker finds his person, settles down, lives the rest of his life in domestic bliss.
[ the words tread down a dangerous path, but -- maybe it wouldn't be so bad. him knowing. or maybe it would. who knows. ]
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Date: 2021-01-25 06:26 pm (UTC)sometimes, that's a good thing. the girl she was died a long time ago. the girl she is now is someone to be feared. that has to count for something, in the end.
she does pause, though, at that. one day, it won't. and inej silently pushes herself off the crate and onto her feet, turning to hand the tube with the painting in it back to kaz. it's far easier for him to hide it in his coat than it is for her. she tries to leave as little a silhouette as possible, which involves not having clothing with a ton of pockets. ]
What do you think that looks like? Ketterdam respecting us. Or not being a charity case.
[ it's almost impossible to consider, really, as she makes her way out of the rendezvous point, slipping into the dark alleyway with a tilt of her head in his direction. he's in a good mood; she may as well push it.
and, she decides to continue with half a laugh, tossing him a slight grin as she slides her hands into the pockets of her jacket, choosing to take the slow path, with him. ]
Kaz Brekker finds his person, settles down, lives the rest of his life in domestic bliss.
[ the words tread down a dangerous path, but -- maybe it wouldn't be so bad. him knowing. or maybe it would. who knows. ]