the world ender! GRISHAVERSE

𝖝𝖝𝖛𝖎. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍!

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xxvi. the
golden touch!

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-----THE SLAT-----
---KETTERDAM---
two years prior

"You know most people ask to keep their socks on - gloves on the other hand..."

Anya pulled her leather trousers back up her thighs and turned to raise an eyebrow at the boy still sprawled over the bed. "I'm sorry - I don't remember you complaining."

"And I'm still not complaining," he said with a dramatic wink, arms folded behind his head as he watched her tug the bottom part of her lace vest over her body. The part that wrapped around her neck and collarbones had remained untouched. "Though I am rather disappointed you never asked me to call you kapitan."

"If I'd known I would have kept the hat on too," she laughed, tugging her boots on. "I have to say, Fahey - you look a hell of a lot better with your clothes off. I'm not quite sure what you were trying to do with all that yellow tweed, but you might need to get your eyes checked."

Jesper shrugged, still grinning contently. "I reckon I'm good looking enough to pull it off - I was good looking enough to pull you."

Anya snorted and stood up from the rickety bed. "Then I might need to get my eyes checked too."

Jesper grinned and wrapped the lime green bed sheet around his waist, hopping up from his position on the mattress. "Listen, if you ever need someone to show you around town - I know all the best parlors in the Barrel."

Anya considered the boy with careful eyes. He was bright, she noticed, and loud and boisterous and he reminded her a little too much of someone she was trying to forget - maybe that was why she'd picked him out in the first place. "I like you, Jesper Fahey - but this was a one time thing."

He shrugged again, smile unmoving and Anya was starting to think it was permanently etched onto his cheeks. "Well that's slightly disappointing, but nothing I can't get over - I've always wanted to be friends with a pirate. What do you say - waffles; scotch; a round of cards?"

"I suppose you're not too bad," Anya smirked, eyeing him up and down as he leaned against a rather empty bookcase crammed into the corner of the room. Bright fabrics spilled out between what looked like old school books, and Anya couldn't help but think - what was louder? - his clothes or his voice?

"Amazing," Jesper laughed. "I'll take that! We're going to be amazing friends, you and I - I and you - me and-"

"You might want to put some clothes on first," she said coolly, watching on in amusement as the tall boy scrambled around the shelves behind him for a shirt or a pair of trousers. Her laughter died on her lips as the bookcase toppled straight past him and down onto the unsuspecting dark haired girl.

Anya groaned, rubbing at the tiny cut above her eyebrow, staring in disgust at the Encyclopedia of Zemeni Fauna that had hit her in the head. She closed her eyes for a second as the colour flashed. This wasn't an enemy - this was a stupid boy with a faulty set of furniture.

"Oh, uh," Jesper looked down at her, scratching his head in bewilderment. "Do you - uh - maybe want some ice? I don't think we have ice; maybe I can just kiss it better?"