[ the reassurance makes her feel better, even though she knows there are no guarantees. but she believes him, when he says it. it's a much different tone, than earlier, and it helps ease her worry.
not enough that she won't tag along behind, of course. but enough to know that he's focused on the end goal - coming back.
she rests there, for a moment. if she turned her head a little, she could rest her cheek over his heart. she considers doing so, before she realizes that she's probably delayed the inevitable enough. another bitter shot of unfairness, provided by the barrel.
so inej smooths her hands against his shirt, sitting up enough to look at him again, her gaze slightly critical. she lifts her hands to straighten his collar, to fix a missed (or, rather, undone) button. her fingers shift from his neck to tame his hair into something a little less mussed from splashing water on his face (though, inej thinks to herself ruefully, she much prefers it that way).
and, finally, inej leans over his arms just a bit to collect his gloves from the sink. ]
Good.
[ as she hands them over, because while inej has the joy of seeing kaz, the rest of the barrel doesn't deserve the privilege. ]
Because I am serious about removing Haskell's head and kicking it into the harbor, if you do not.
[ and pekka rollins can join him, for all she cares. for all of his power, that worthless man can't duck her blade. ]
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Date: 2021-03-17 07:02 pm (UTC)not enough that she won't tag along behind, of course. but enough to know that he's focused on the end goal - coming back.
she rests there, for a moment. if she turned her head a little, she could rest her cheek over his heart. she considers doing so, before she realizes that she's probably delayed the inevitable enough. another bitter shot of unfairness, provided by the barrel.
so inej smooths her hands against his shirt, sitting up enough to look at him again, her gaze slightly critical. she lifts her hands to straighten his collar, to fix a missed (or, rather, undone) button. her fingers shift from his neck to tame his hair into something a little less mussed from splashing water on his face (though, inej thinks to herself ruefully, she much prefers it that way).
and, finally, inej leans over his arms just a bit to collect his gloves from the sink. ]
Good.
[ as she hands them over, because while inej has the joy of seeing kaz, the rest of the barrel doesn't deserve the privilege. ]
Because I am serious about removing Haskell's head and kicking it into the harbor, if you do not.
[ and pekka rollins can join him, for all she cares. for all of his power, that worthless man can't duck her blade. ]