[ in equal measure of teasing, as her steps slow once they reach the impressive shade of the willow tree. she still has his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers again in reassurance as she tilts her head back, trying to picture kaz among the branches. a quiet shy child, more content to read than be bothered.
he still is that way, of sorts, though inej wouldn't think of kaz as shy, anymore. his swaggering, arrogant confidence speaks volumes... when kaz wants to be that way, anyway. it's more that he grows tired of people faster than most, and often just wants to be unbothered. little seeds of the boy he used to be that have stubbornly refused to die. ]
You don't remember her. [ she says after a moment, tilting her gaze back to him. inquiring, but not insisting an answer. it isn't a question, but an observation. ] Your mother passed when you were young.
[ it makes sense, then, why his father wouldn't want his sons out of his line of sight. ]
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Date: 2024-10-27 12:44 am (UTC)[ in equal measure of teasing, as her steps slow once they reach the impressive shade of the willow tree. she still has his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers again in reassurance as she tilts her head back, trying to picture kaz among the branches. a quiet shy child, more content to read than be bothered.
he still is that way, of sorts, though inej wouldn't think of kaz as shy, anymore. his swaggering, arrogant confidence speaks volumes... when kaz wants to be that way, anyway. it's more that he grows tired of people faster than most, and often just wants to be unbothered. little seeds of the boy he used to be that have stubbornly refused to die. ]
You don't remember her. [ she says after a moment, tilting her gaze back to him. inquiring, but not insisting an answer. it isn't a question, but an observation. ] Your mother passed when you were young.
[ it makes sense, then, why his father wouldn't want his sons out of his line of sight. ]