[ If Jesper asked if Inej was excited to return home, she'd of course tell him the truth: she was. She is. She's excited to come back, to see if Ketterdam has remained the same dark shadow that she remembers it being. But she's also excited to see how it's changed beneath their hands. Does the sunlight filter in differently now? Is the air lighter? Has the filth been cleaned from the streets?
Inej sends a letter via raven when she's a fortnight out from docking at Fifth Harbor. She doesn't send another, although she writes. She writes of how she misses them all, with personalised letters to Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Kaz, and even Matthias. She knows she'll give her letters to Jesper and Wylan to see the bursting smile on Jesper's face and Wylan's delicate blush. She'll save her letters for Nina when she meets with her later in the year. But Kaz… Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.
When she docks at berth twenty-two, Inej isn't quite sure when she had started to hold her breath. Was it a fortnight ago? Or back when she had told Kaz she had left Sankt Vladimir at the Geldrunner? Was it even before that, when he had stood between her legs in the Geldrunner's bathroom? It hardly matters; all that matters now is that she can breathe again in a city that had threatened to smother her over and over. It won't now. She won't let it; she knows he won't, either.
She works quickly, a little more clumsily as she sets The Wraith to anchor. If Specht notices how frazzled she is from her spike of adrenaline, he's kind enough to say nothing.
But there's a figure at berth twenty-two, a silhouette she'd seen standing there before The Wraith was even close enough to slow and dock. She knows who it is. She's always known that once she chose to return to Ketterdam, he'd be waiting.
With her crew bustling around her, Inej finally takes her leave along the gangway. She can't help but smile at him, dressed in all his shadowy blacks. He's always been a commanding presence to her; handsome in a way that isn't overly arrogant. She likes how bright his eyes are. ]
— @trogat; I CAN'T SEEM TO SAY GOODBYE.
[ If Jesper asked if Inej was excited to return home, she'd of course tell him the truth: she was. She is. She's excited to come back, to see if Ketterdam has remained the same dark shadow that she remembers it being. But she's also excited to see how it's changed beneath their hands. Does the sunlight filter in differently now? Is the air lighter? Has the filth been cleaned from the streets?
Inej sends a letter via raven when she's a fortnight out from docking at Fifth Harbor. She doesn't send another, although she writes. She writes of how she misses them all, with personalised letters to Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Kaz, and even Matthias. She knows she'll give her letters to Jesper and Wylan to see the bursting smile on Jesper's face and Wylan's delicate blush. She'll save her letters for Nina when she meets with her later in the year. But Kaz… Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.
When she docks at berth twenty-two, Inej isn't quite sure when she had started to hold her breath. Was it a fortnight ago? Or back when she had told Kaz she had left Sankt Vladimir at the Geldrunner? Was it even before that, when he had stood between her legs in the Geldrunner's bathroom? It hardly matters; all that matters now is that she can breathe again in a city that had threatened to smother her over and over. It won't now. She won't let it; she knows he won't, either.
She works quickly, a little more clumsily as she sets The Wraith to anchor. If Specht notices how frazzled she is from her spike of adrenaline, he's kind enough to say nothing.
But there's a figure at berth twenty-two, a silhouette she'd seen standing there before The Wraith was even close enough to slow and dock. She knows who it is. She's always known that once she chose to return to Ketterdam, he'd be waiting.
With her crew bustling around her, Inej finally takes her leave along the gangway. She can't help but smile at him, dressed in all his shadowy blacks. He's always been a commanding presence to her; handsome in a way that isn't overly arrogant. She likes how bright his eyes are. ]
Were you out for a morning walk?