[ There's an answer to this. A solution, if it could be called that. It's sitting, expectant, at the back of his mind. Like a deck of cards face down, waiting for the first one to be slid from the top.
He knows what's under there, especially as she says the words that are undoubtedly scrawled across her wrist. But just like the truth laid bare paralyzes him, so does that answer. How does he tell her about the fear? About the shame that's always one glove away from bubbling to the surface?
Or about how even though he knows she's capable, that he can't bear the idea of losing her. Losing it all, again. He can't let himself even hope for it, not like he'd done with Jordie. When he'd been young and stupid, believing his older brother, believing Jakob Hertzoon.
And yet, isn't this self-fulfilling? He'd called her an investment, whittling down her entire person to a tool, a contract to be paid and nothing more. That alone is pushing her away and he has no one to blame but himself. It should make him happy, that he's set fire to this bridge. That'll just make it easier for them both when she inevitably leaves. ]
I can't be that for you.
[ The words are ash in his mouth, but it's the closest approximation of the truth. Damn the script on their wrists; it means nothing. It's a mistake. She wants someone who's willing to bare part of themselves, someone who can easily say she's a person they care about.
It's dark but his expression shutters as much as hers. ]
I'll send Nina down. [ He leaves her alone, feeling hollowed out. ]
[ she remains seated on the floor, letting his words wash over her with a heavy weight in her chest. and she is silent and still, until nina comes down and immediately asks what she's doing out of bed. after inej (somewhat predictably, she is sure) doesn't answer the question, she does quietly tell nina that she doesn't think she can stand. and so nina has to go and fetch jesper to lift her up to get back into bed in the first place, something that inej loathes.
she does allow jesper to hug her, though, once she's seated back on the bed, though she doesn't return it. it feels good, but it sparks an odd weight in her throat that she hasn't felt in some time.
it isn't until jesper leaves nina to check her wound that inej realizes she wants to cry.
she manages to keep it together, though comes perilously close when nina demands of her how kaz could just leave her on the floor and not help him up herself. part of her almost makes an excuse for him, but inej chooses to remain quiet instead, as nina checks her wound and carefully mends what has tore a bit free, rebandaging the wound and ordering her back to bed. she's tucked back in, with nina gently brushing back her hair. the motion is soothing enough that she's lulled to sleep.
hours later, inej wakes up to nina asleep in a makeshift cot in the corner, with no sign of kaz. she feels hazy, still, but slightly better, after the food and water nina forced her to take in. so she pushes herself up onto her feet, silently padding out of the room in her bare feet to make her way to the deck.
the spray of the sea feels . . . invigorating, and she takes a moment to draw in a deep breath. she should go back and find her shoes, but the effort feels like too much. so instead she carefully makes her way across the deck, until she sees a familiar silhouette by a stack of rope.
part of her wants to turn around and ignore him. but the other part of her decides to move forward, to silently sit herself on top of a pile of rope, looping her arms around her middle. she doesn't bother announcing her presence; kaz always knows when she's around.
instead: ]
You still need to apologize.
[ as she turns her gaze to the water, murky in the darkness. ]
[ Realistically, he should be thinking about the plan. Fjerda and its impenetrable Ice Court are only a handful of days away and he has to make sure every piece is committed to memory. Matthias had gone over the floor plan earlier, pointing out the layers so they could label them on the map. Wylan has been hard at work drafting up sketches of the gate mechanisms, drawings Kaz wants to remember just in case.
And really, it's not like he hasn't been working on the plan. He's been disseminating information to the group, divvying out who was going where at what times. It's just—when he isn't and he's left to his own devices, his mind is in complete disarray. It loops around and around to Inej's words, to the choking fear, to the sheer idiocy for leaving her to sit on the floor.
He's staring out at the ocean, the water dark and relatively calm. On some level, it makes him want to scream. Why should it be so placid when he feels the way he does? Like she'd driven one of her daggers straight into the softest parts and now they threatened to bleed all over.
Get a grip. He can't fall apart, not with everything that's at stake. This job will set them all free in some manner. Jesper from his debts, Inej from her contract, Nina and Matthias from the mistake that had put him in Hellgate. And for him, it put him several steps closer to ending Pekka Rollins for good. To burying him, like he hadn't been able to for Jordie.
Hands clenched on the ship ledge, he bows his head, staring at the way the lamp light flickers across the leather. There's an itch, then, between his shoulder blades. The one that tells him Inej is nearby, bringing her silence with her. ]
"I can help you." [ The first words she'd ever said, imprinted on his skin. He's tried denying it, thinking it could be the dozens of people who have said the same. Somehow, he knew that wasn't the case and she'd confirmed it. ]
[ He can feel her weighing the words, deciding just what to do with them. They're not sufficient, not for all he's dragged her through. For every time he's insinuated or flat out said there was anyone else who could replace her.
Because there isn't. It's that simple. ]
I didn't— [ Didn't what? Mean to make her feel like she was something to be used? The intent hardly matters. ]
Sorry.
[ It comes out low, head still tipped down, as though he's testing the words first. Then he straightens, turning his gaze to hers. ] I'm sorry.
[ the words have an immediate effect, the tension releasing from her shoulders a tad. she looks ridiculous, she's certain - an ill-fitting shirt, her hair down and ruffled by the wind, with no shoes and a bandaged midsection.
but kaz brekker had just apologized to her, so inej imagines that makes her the scariest thing in the barrel. probably, anyway. ]
If you ever call me something like that again, you will join Oomen at the bottom of the sea.
[ it's said crisply, jawline set - she doesn't say whether she accepts the apology or not, because it really does not matter. he had apologized; whether she accepts it depends on him, not her.
but once she says that, she leans her back against the pile of ropes she's half-perched on, tone shifting from firm to one of mild exasperation. ]
[ Honestly, he doesn't doubt it. Inej was small, smaller than most everyone, but she was still the Wraith. Which probably made her the only person in the Barrel that could truly off him, if she really wanted to.
He's not sure it would be a bad way to go.
So he doesn't object, just lets the words sink in. Though he does have an argument for what he'd done to Oomen. Something he knew would make it to her eventually. ]
He stabbed you and gloated about it. [ There was no way he could've let that go. ]
[ ah. jesper had left the second part out. she supposes that makes a bit more sense, though she still clicks her tongue in disapproval as she turns to look at the water. still unnecessary, and foolish, considering oomen could have just been pitched overboard.
she does, notably, let it go.
instead, she exhales slowly. ]
You are wrong, about not being able to give me "that."
[ she says after a moment of thought, fingers gently rubbing her bandages. the cold feels so good on her skin. the chill of feeling alive, versus the chill of death. ]
And you are also assuming what "that" means to me.
[ Really, he's not so sure, even if she is. In comparison, he feels emotionally unavailable—after all, how much had he hurt her with his words up until this point. Some had been on purpose. The rest, done with callous obliviousness.
How much more could she stand? A person's patience only ran so far and he'd clearly reached the end of hers in that room belowdecks. ]
What did you think I meant? [ Because as far as he's concerned, it was everything. Even if she didn't expect anything past holding hands, he doesn't think he can even do that. ]
I want a partner. Or a best friend. Or someone that I can rely on to try and protect me as much as I want to protect them. I could care less if it becomes anything more, or less, than that.
[ she responds blithely, ignoring his (useless) question, because if he thought for roughly ten seconds, he would realize that inej cringes at being hugged, too. because she isn't stupid, and she knows he avoids touch. why, inej has no idea. she doubts she ever will know, at the rate they are going.
so, instead of forcing whatever ugly thought had wormed its way into his head out, inej focuses on herself, turning her gaze back to the ocean with a slight frown. she isn't angry, anymore. just tired. ]
And I thought I already had that, which is why I was so angry.
He isn't sure why he'd worked himself up so much. Maybe it was the fear of expectation, the things he knows he's seen others do. And while he knows, intrinsically, that Inej had similar issues with touch, he also knows she's been working through it in tiny increments. She doesn't flinch nearly as much as she used to, when Jes slings an arm around her shoulders. And he's always stood on the periphery, simultaneously envious and knowing he couldn't do the same.
Sometimes, it still eats at him, when he least expects.
But what she expects is...different, sort of. A continuation of the way they'd been going, before he'd fucked up. Because he can't think of anyone else he'd rather spend so much time with. Whether it was talking over a job or sitting in comfortable silence while he did numbers and she fed the crows. ]
Alright. [ For the first time in a few days, some of the tension he'd been holding onto uncoils, releasing its grip on his lungs. He lifts one hand, flexing his wrist to look at the dark lines neatly printed on his skin. Was there something to this? Most of him still thinks it must be some kind of mistake. Why would the world pair him with anyone? ]
Since day one, yeah? [ That she's known. The phrase had been so unique, there couldn't have been any doubt. ]
[ the agreement causes a sudden bout of relief to wash over her that she hadn't expecting. because as much as she can take care of herself (and, assuredly, she does), kaz has been by her side to push her along when she hadn't wanted to do so. life without him was a painful thought, one that threatens to rob her of the air in her lungs.
she loved him, she knew that. wholly and completely, however unnerving or terrifying that thought was. and if kaz needs to work his way to the same conclusion, then that was fine.
at least now, they were on the same page. of sorts. it's a staggering relief, after feeling so disconnected and disjointed, as of late.
she really just missed her best friend. ]
Obviously.
[ she says dryly, rolling her eyes slightly as she meets his gaze, watching him look at his wrist. and she unfolds her arms from her middle to tug her shirt sleeve upward, holding it out so he could see. as if he needed proof. the words are barely visible, in the flickering light, but there. ]
You always have been clueless and unobservant.
[ but at least, now, the insult feels a little more familiar, instead of cold and biting. ]
[ Her dry remark has him quirking a smile, some of the dust settling between them. This he knew. The familiarity washes over him like a cool rain, relieving in almost every way possible. It makes him realize how much he had missed this, in the past few days.
When she holds out her wrist, he already knows what will be there. Still, it cements what he knows, the words plain to see despite the dim light. ]
I had other things on my mind. [ The gang, the next assignment, the multitude of ways to keep the Slat and the club from falling over.
And what he feels a sliver of embarrassment from: idle thoughts of what her hair would feel like over his fingers, how much he likes to watch her when she perched on his sill, sunlight spilling in to illuminate her edges. ]
You should get some more rest. [ Then he glances down, as if taking in her current appearance. ] And socks.
[ she waves off his comment about the socks with a hand, though she does rise to her feet. the movement isn't fluid, and it's clear she's still struggling with the wound, but she feels better. in more ways than one. because: ]
The cold feels good.
[ as she wraps her arms around herself, because she is cold -- but it's bracing, rather than pushing her further into darkness. but instead of moving back toward the door that leads belowdeck, she steps forward, closer to the ship's ledge, so she can take a proper look at the sea. something she hasn't done, yet.
it seems to stretch on forever, though in the dark, inej can't see much. but the ocean is calm, passive, gently pushing them along to their destination.
for the first time in a long time, freedom feels . . . tangible. ]
I am still glad I met you.
[ she isn't entirely sure why she says that, her eyes still on the waves, her hair surely a mess in the occasional gust of wind. without him, she would be dead. and with him, she might still wind up dead. but at least she would die on her own terms.
the thought prompts a soft exhale before her lips twitch into a faint smile, a silent understanding with herself, as she rubs some warmth into her arms, glancing up at him. ]
[ As she gets down from her little perch, he doesn't reach out to help, knowing how she felt about physical contact. There's also that sliver of understanding the need to do something by oneself. He still watches carefully, just in case she wobbles or looks like she's going to need someone to brace her.
She doesn't though, moving to stand by the edge of the ship and peering out onto the ocean. The lantern only illuminates so much, but the lap of the waves against the ship's sides can be seen, light flickering over the water. It catches on the free locks of her hair, too, blown by the soft breeze coming off the water. He wants badly to brush it away from her face, tuck it behind her ear.
And just like every other urge, he quashes it. ]
I'm glad I went back. [ He says, staring out at the water. There hadn't been much doubt that he would go back to the Menagerie, not after that first encounter. But he hadn't been 100% sure he could convince Haskell to put up the kruge.
In the end, he'd won his argument. As he should've known he would. Haskell might bluster and bluff but he loved kruge just as much as the next Kerch native. And Kaz had known where to leverage that.
He turns his attention to Inej as she rubs at her arms—she must be cold, wearing just a thin linen shirt. Hesitating, he pulls his coat off, draping it over her small shoulders. ]
Might as well. [ Nina might start looking for her, after all, and he'll make sure she gets back to bed. ]
[ his comment sparks a softer smile, and inej is about to turn toward the entrance below deck when he slides his coat around her shoulders. it positively dwarfs her, and inej is stunned for half a moment. clearly not expecting the gesture. when was the last time any man had been a gentleman to her? never, really.
but she soon tugs it closer, tucking her nose into the collar, savoring the warmth from it having just been wrapped around kaz. and maybe it carries his specific scent, too. which is calming in its own way.
she turns toward the door, and her typical grace is hampered by both her own weakness and the long coat. her foot soon catches on the wool, and she stumbles half a step before throwing out an arm to steady herself, a startled laugh escaping.
[ She tugs the coat closer and he smiles a bit, glad that she'll be warmer in it. It's also a little ridiculous on her, considering their height difference, something that she points out after they've started to head back down. Because she stumbles on the hem, briefly, quick reflexes letting her catch herself before she ended up falling face first.
He thinks it's the first time he's ever seen her so clumsy, which prompts a similarly startled laugh. ]
Inej, treasure of my heart, would you like me to hold your train?
[ There's no way he could help himself from the amused jab. ]
[ what a crushing relief it is, to have him be his annoying, frustrating, arrogant, charming self. she had been paralyzed, for half a moment, when he left the bedroom earlier that day, that she had ruined it. whatever it is, with them.
but, no. they were fine. just as they would always be fine. with some bumps along the road, to be sure, but they would always be fine.
that being said: ]
No.
[ with a slight huff, as she pauses to slide her arms into the coat proper, so she can at least grab the hem of the coat herself . . . but her the arms of the coat just sort of flop over her hands, as her arms aren't long enough to fill them.
why she had to befriend a bunch of giants is beyond her. ]
I survived Oomen, and I shall survive a set of stairs.
[ she somehow manages to say it rather primly, given she looks absolutely ridiculous, though she does use the railing for stability on her way below deck, carefully feeling out the stairs with her toes as she steps forward.
falling down the stairs is sure to rip open her wound, and she has already given nina enough grief. ]
[ In all honesty, the coat is pretty ridiculous on her, since she's completely dwarfed by the excess fabric. He's at least a head taller than her, probably a bit more, with wider shoulders. As she puts her arms into the sleeves properly, he thinks it's maybe a little cute, especially with how it flops over her hands. ]
Zenik would haunt us both if you tripped.
[ He watches her carefully as she gathers up the cloth and starts down the stairs, using a railing for once. They both reach the bottom and as she passes under the lantern that's hooked near the end of the steps, he feels a familiar twinge of greed. Her hair is caught in the collar of his coat, some of it spilling over where it's gone free. And despite how much bigger it is, she wears it with as much grace as she does everything else. Really, he'd lent it because she was cold but he thinks he likes it on her a bit more than intended.
Ah.
Something to think about. Later. Or hopefully not at all, because he shouldn't be so distracted by how she's wearing his coat.
And yet.
When they get to the surgeon's quarters, he quietly opens the door and holds it for her, noting that Nina still appears to be dozed off in the corner. ]
[ she doesn't notice any attention paid to her, though she does offer him a small smile, at the opening of the door. and she's about to shrug out of the coat when she realizes that she's still pretty cold. and kaz said he was going to go inside, too - so surely he wouldn't mind if she kept it for the night?
at any rate, she hesitates by the door before reaching out to gingerly brush her fingers against his, her hand still mostly encapsulated by the coat. ]
Good night, Kaz.
[ it's said quietly, barely heard among the waves, before she gingerly steps into the room, doing her best to move silently with the coat to avoid waking up nina, who was indeed still asleep in the corner.
it takes half a moment to shrug out of the coat, folding it neatly on the bed before she pushes herself back up into it, sliding underneath the blanket before tugging the wool coat over her, too. it's warm, and snug, and she soon burrows her way underneath both to (finally) have a peaceful sleep. ]
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Date: 2021-01-29 11:29 pm (UTC)He knows what's under there, especially as she says the words that are undoubtedly scrawled across her wrist. But just like the truth laid bare paralyzes him, so does that answer. How does he tell her about the fear? About the shame that's always one glove away from bubbling to the surface?
Or about how even though he knows she's capable, that he can't bear the idea of losing her. Losing it all, again. He can't let himself even hope for it, not like he'd done with Jordie. When he'd been young and stupid, believing his older brother, believing Jakob Hertzoon.
And yet, isn't this self-fulfilling? He'd called her an investment, whittling down her entire person to a tool, a contract to be paid and nothing more. That alone is pushing her away and he has no one to blame but himself. It should make him happy, that he's set fire to this bridge. That'll just make it easier for them both when she inevitably leaves. ]
I can't be that for you.
[ The words are ash in his mouth, but it's the closest approximation of the truth. Damn the script on their wrists; it means nothing. It's a mistake. She wants someone who's willing to bare part of themselves, someone who can easily say she's a person they care about.
It's dark but his expression shutters as much as hers. ]
I'll send Nina down. [ He leaves her alone, feeling hollowed out. ]
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Date: 2021-01-29 11:58 pm (UTC)she does allow jesper to hug her, though, once she's seated back on the bed, though she doesn't return it. it feels good, but it sparks an odd weight in her throat that she hasn't felt in some time.
it isn't until jesper leaves nina to check her wound that inej realizes she wants to cry.
she manages to keep it together, though comes perilously close when nina demands of her how kaz could just leave her on the floor and not help him up herself. part of her almost makes an excuse for him, but inej chooses to remain quiet instead, as nina checks her wound and carefully mends what has tore a bit free, rebandaging the wound and ordering her back to bed. she's tucked back in, with nina gently brushing back her hair. the motion is soothing enough that she's lulled to sleep.
hours later, inej wakes up to nina asleep in a makeshift cot in the corner, with no sign of kaz. she feels hazy, still, but slightly better, after the food and water nina forced her to take in. so she pushes herself up onto her feet, silently padding out of the room in her bare feet to make her way to the deck.
the spray of the sea feels . . . invigorating, and she takes a moment to draw in a deep breath. she should go back and find her shoes, but the effort feels like too much. so instead she carefully makes her way across the deck, until she sees a familiar silhouette by a stack of rope.
part of her wants to turn around and ignore him. but the other part of her decides to move forward, to silently sit herself on top of a pile of rope, looping her arms around her middle. she doesn't bother announcing her presence; kaz always knows when she's around.
instead: ]
You still need to apologize.
[ as she turns her gaze to the water, murky in the darkness. ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 12:32 am (UTC)And really, it's not like he hasn't been working on the plan. He's been disseminating information to the group, divvying out who was going where at what times. It's just—when he isn't and he's left to his own devices, his mind is in complete disarray. It loops around and around to Inej's words, to the choking fear, to the sheer idiocy for leaving her to sit on the floor.
He's staring out at the ocean, the water dark and relatively calm. On some level, it makes him want to scream. Why should it be so placid when he feels the way he does? Like she'd driven one of her daggers straight into the softest parts and now they threatened to bleed all over.
Get a grip. He can't fall apart, not with everything that's at stake. This job will set them all free in some manner. Jesper from his debts, Inej from her contract, Nina and Matthias from the mistake that had put him in Hellgate. And for him, it put him several steps closer to ending Pekka Rollins for good. To burying him, like he hadn't been able to for Jordie.
Hands clenched on the ship ledge, he bows his head, staring at the way the lamp light flickers across the leather. There's an itch, then, between his shoulder blades. The one that tells him Inej is nearby, bringing her silence with her. ]
"I can help you." [ The first words she'd ever said, imprinted on his skin. He's tried denying it, thinking it could be the dozens of people who have said the same. Somehow, he knew that wasn't the case and she'd confirmed it. ]
You've never been just an investment.
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Date: 2021-01-30 12:41 am (UTC)but only just, as her eyes flicker toward him, the corner of her mouth tugs downward into a frown. ]
I can help you.
[ she repeats, though the tone is different - an offer, maybe? it's quiet, almost gentle -- until she adds: ]
An apology usually has the word 'sorry' in it.
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Date: 2021-01-30 12:50 am (UTC)Because there isn't. It's that simple. ]
I didn't— [ Didn't what? Mean to make her feel like she was something to be used? The intent hardly matters. ]
Sorry.
[ It comes out low, head still tipped down, as though he's testing the words first. Then he straightens, turning his gaze to hers. ] I'm sorry.
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Date: 2021-01-30 12:59 am (UTC)but kaz brekker had just apologized to her, so inej imagines that makes her the scariest thing in the barrel. probably, anyway. ]
If you ever call me something like that again, you will join Oomen at the bottom of the sea.
[ it's said crisply, jawline set - she doesn't say whether she accepts the apology or not, because it really does not matter. he had apologized; whether she accepts it depends on him, not her.
but once she says that, she leans her back against the pile of ropes she's half-perched on, tone shifting from firm to one of mild exasperation. ]
You did not need to remove his eye.
[ she would not disclose her source.
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Date: 2021-01-30 01:07 am (UTC)He's not sure it would be a bad way to go.
So he doesn't object, just lets the words sink in. Though he does have an argument for what he'd done to Oomen. Something he knew would make it to her eventually. ]
He stabbed you and gloated about it. [ There was no way he could've let that go. ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 01:20 am (UTC)she does, notably, let it go.
instead, she exhales slowly. ]
You are wrong, about not being able to give me "that."
[ she says after a moment of thought, fingers gently rubbing her bandages. the cold feels so good on her skin. the chill of feeling alive, versus the chill of death. ]
And you are also assuming what "that" means to me.
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Date: 2021-01-30 01:29 am (UTC)How much more could she stand? A person's patience only ran so far and he'd clearly reached the end of hers in that room belowdecks. ]
What did you think I meant? [ Because as far as he's concerned, it was everything. Even if she didn't expect anything past holding hands, he doesn't think he can even do that. ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 01:38 am (UTC)[ she responds blithely, ignoring his (useless) question, because if he thought for roughly ten seconds, he would realize that inej cringes at being hugged, too. because she isn't stupid, and she knows he avoids touch. why, inej has no idea. she doubts she ever will know, at the rate they are going.
so, instead of forcing whatever ugly thought had wormed its way into his head out, inej focuses on herself, turning her gaze back to the ocean with a slight frown. she isn't angry, anymore. just tired. ]
And I thought I already had that, which is why I was so angry.
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Date: 2021-01-30 02:08 am (UTC)He isn't sure why he'd worked himself up so much. Maybe it was the fear of expectation, the things he knows he's seen others do. And while he knows, intrinsically, that Inej had similar issues with touch, he also knows she's been working through it in tiny increments. She doesn't flinch nearly as much as she used to, when Jes slings an arm around her shoulders. And he's always stood on the periphery, simultaneously envious and knowing he couldn't do the same.
Sometimes, it still eats at him, when he least expects.
But what she expects is...different, sort of. A continuation of the way they'd been going, before he'd fucked up. Because he can't think of anyone else he'd rather spend so much time with. Whether it was talking over a job or sitting in comfortable silence while he did numbers and she fed the crows. ]
Alright. [ For the first time in a few days, some of the tension he'd been holding onto uncoils, releasing its grip on his lungs. He lifts one hand, flexing his wrist to look at the dark lines neatly printed on his skin. Was there something to this? Most of him still thinks it must be some kind of mistake. Why would the world pair him with anyone? ]
Since day one, yeah? [ That she's known. The phrase had been so unique, there couldn't have been any doubt. ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 02:33 am (UTC)she loved him, she knew that. wholly and completely, however unnerving or terrifying that thought was. and if kaz needs to work his way to the same conclusion, then that was fine.
at least now, they were on the same page. of sorts. it's a staggering relief, after feeling so disconnected and disjointed, as of late.
she really just missed her best friend. ]
Obviously.
[ she says dryly, rolling her eyes slightly as she meets his gaze, watching him look at his wrist. and she unfolds her arms from her middle to tug her shirt sleeve upward, holding it out so he could see. as if he needed proof. the words are barely visible, in the flickering light, but there. ]
You always have been clueless and unobservant.
[ but at least, now, the insult feels a little more familiar, instead of cold and biting. ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 02:56 am (UTC)When she holds out her wrist, he already knows what will be there. Still, it cements what he knows, the words plain to see despite the dim light. ]
I had other things on my mind. [ The gang, the next assignment, the multitude of ways to keep the Slat and the club from falling over.
And what he feels a sliver of embarrassment from: idle thoughts of what her hair would feel like over his fingers, how much he likes to watch her when she perched on his sill, sunlight spilling in to illuminate her edges. ]
You should get some more rest. [ Then he glances down, as if taking in her current appearance. ] And socks.
[ Aren't her feet cold??? ]
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Date: 2021-01-30 02:36 pm (UTC)The cold feels good.
[ as she wraps her arms around herself, because she is cold -- but it's bracing, rather than pushing her further into darkness. but instead of moving back toward the door that leads belowdeck, she steps forward, closer to the ship's ledge, so she can take a proper look at the sea. something she hasn't done, yet.
it seems to stretch on forever, though in the dark, inej can't see much. but the ocean is calm, passive, gently pushing them along to their destination.
for the first time in a long time, freedom feels . . . tangible. ]
I am still glad I met you.
[ she isn't entirely sure why she says that, her eyes still on the waves, her hair surely a mess in the occasional gust of wind. without him, she would be dead. and with him, she might still wind up dead. but at least she would die on her own terms.
the thought prompts a soft exhale before her lips twitch into a faint smile, a silent understanding with herself, as she rubs some warmth into her arms, glancing up at him. ]
Are you coming inside?
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Date: 2021-01-30 06:03 pm (UTC)She doesn't though, moving to stand by the edge of the ship and peering out onto the ocean. The lantern only illuminates so much, but the lap of the waves against the ship's sides can be seen, light flickering over the water. It catches on the free locks of her hair, too, blown by the soft breeze coming off the water. He wants badly to brush it away from her face, tuck it behind her ear.
And just like every other urge, he quashes it. ]
I'm glad I went back. [ He says, staring out at the water. There hadn't been much doubt that he would go back to the Menagerie, not after that first encounter. But he hadn't been 100% sure he could convince Haskell to put up the kruge.
In the end, he'd won his argument. As he should've known he would. Haskell might bluster and bluff but he loved kruge just as much as the next Kerch native. And Kaz had known where to leverage that.
He turns his attention to Inej as she rubs at her arms—she must be cold, wearing just a thin linen shirt. Hesitating, he pulls his coat off, draping it over her small shoulders. ]
Might as well. [ Nina might start looking for her, after all, and he'll make sure she gets back to bed. ]
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Date: 2021-01-31 03:05 am (UTC)but she soon tugs it closer, tucking her nose into the collar, savoring the warmth from it having just been wrapped around kaz. and maybe it carries his specific scent, too. which is calming in its own way.
she turns toward the door, and her typical grace is hampered by both her own weakness and the long coat. her foot soon catches on the wool, and she stumbles half a step before throwing out an arm to steady herself, a startled laugh escaping.
the laugh hurts like hell, truthfully, but: ]
This is a dress, not a coat.
[ and even as a dress, too big. ]
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Date: 2021-01-31 03:36 am (UTC)He thinks it's the first time he's ever seen her so clumsy, which prompts a similarly startled laugh. ]
Inej, treasure of my heart, would you like me to hold your train?
[ There's no way he could help himself from the amused jab. ]
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Date: 2021-01-31 02:56 pm (UTC)but, no. they were fine. just as they would always be fine. with some bumps along the road, to be sure, but they would always be fine.
that being said: ]
No.
[ with a slight huff, as she pauses to slide her arms into the coat proper, so she can at least grab the hem of the coat herself . . . but her the arms of the coat just sort of flop over her hands, as her arms aren't long enough to fill them.
why she had to befriend a bunch of giants is beyond her. ]
I survived Oomen, and I shall survive a set of stairs.
[ she somehow manages to say it rather primly, given she looks absolutely ridiculous, though she does use the railing for stability on her way below deck, carefully feeling out the stairs with her toes as she steps forward.
falling down the stairs is sure to rip open her wound, and she has already given nina enough grief. ]
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Date: 2021-01-31 04:22 pm (UTC)Zenik would haunt us both if you tripped.
[ He watches her carefully as she gathers up the cloth and starts down the stairs, using a railing for once. They both reach the bottom and as she passes under the lantern that's hooked near the end of the steps, he feels a familiar twinge of greed. Her hair is caught in the collar of his coat, some of it spilling over where it's gone free. And despite how much bigger it is, she wears it with as much grace as she does everything else. Really, he'd lent it because she was cold but he thinks he likes it on her a bit more than intended.
Ah.
Something to think about. Later. Or hopefully not at all, because he shouldn't be so distracted by how she's wearing his coat.
And yet.
When they get to the surgeon's quarters, he quietly opens the door and holds it for her, noting that Nina still appears to be dozed off in the corner. ]
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Date: 2021-01-31 05:09 pm (UTC)at any rate, she hesitates by the door before reaching out to gingerly brush her fingers against his, her hand still mostly encapsulated by the coat. ]
Good night, Kaz.
[ it's said quietly, barely heard among the waves, before she gingerly steps into the room, doing her best to move silently with the coat to avoid waking up nina, who was indeed still asleep in the corner.
it takes half a moment to shrug out of the coat, folding it neatly on the bed before she pushes herself back up into it, sliding underneath the blanket before tugging the wool coat over her, too. it's warm, and snug, and she soon burrows her way underneath both to (finally) have a peaceful sleep. ]