You panted as you and Jesper ran through the crowds, your coats billowing behind you like capes. You deigned to acknowledge that the people you were pushing through existed and muttered an occasional excuse me.
Barely any of the mass of citizens realized you pushed past as they were too focused on the show from a captured Inferni ahead.
Guards were streaming through the sea behind you, trying to push against the tide of the current that was the general public.
You saw it as a sort of delicate dance - to avoid toppling over imminently you had to bounce slightly on the balls of your feet as you strode forward and attempt to twist your body with a certain air of elegance few had in Ketterdam.
This was to assure you blended in and it seemed to be working as you came to the end of the flowing river of people. You quickly sprinted into the distance to a compact building nearby. You’re were willing to bet it was insignificant and barely noticeable as you pressed your back firmly against the exterior of a wall, ignoring the slight sting as the bricks cut through your skin as you called Jesper over.
It was easy to use vocal signals undetected when there was a crowd hollering in awe, fear, disgust or all three at the Grisha before them.
Jesper heard you as he too emerged from the horde and copied what you had done moments before, ducking slightly as he ran and held onto his hat.
It was supposed to be a simple job. Kaz inferred the guards wouldn’t try to take you on in a private place but he had forgotten one crucial thing: this was Ketterdam - the sound of a gun would scare no one except newcomers.
That was how you had gotten into this situation and now, as you picked the rusted lock with slightly shaky hands, you needed to find a way out of it.
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You paced the small room as you fretted over the consequences of them finding you. While you were doing this Jesper was examining the room for escape routes analytically and systematically.
Your tongue darted out to wet your cracked lips as you became more and more worked up, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
Jesper looked at you then said firmly in a tone that sounded final, “ It’s you.”
You were extremely confused and your usual alert and awake manner had gone out of the window. Your brain fogged over and just as you decided to leave it, Jesper repeated his previous statement.
“It’s you.”
You had now decided to ask. Jesper naturally radiated an ambience of warmth and welcoming so you decided if you were wrong in your interpretation and assumption, he probably wouldn’t hold it against you.
“What?” You questioned.
Jesper replied with an almost immediate yet cool and innocent sounding response of “What?”
Almost like he had never said it at all. You pondered silently but in that moment you had together, Jesper had forgotten to draw the curtains and suddenly a bullet went through and entered your side as the windows glass bucked with the force then shattered moments later.
You fell to the floor after throwing a swift dagger, which you hoped went straight to the perpetrator’s heart.
You clenched your side as your face contorted onto a grimace and wanted to scream. There was every possible chance they knew you were in that building, hiding because of the dagger thrown in retaliation. But there was also every possible chance the shooter had been killed undetected and the guards had absolutely no clue where you were stowing away.
So with those thoughts in mind and every other fading you bit your lip as the urge to scream grew ever stronger.
All this had happened in milliseconds and so Jesper’s eyes had widened almost comically as you hit the wooden floor panels. He rushed over to you although his steps were still light and quiet and searched your eyes for an answer. All he had witnessed was glass shattering.
You gripped your wound tighter in answer, no longer feeling as though you could speak and Jesper’s eyes trailed down to your blood stained hand. He let out a slight gasp before you weakly moved your spare limb to cover your mouth with your pointer finger. Any sound could get you killed and you observed the way you could almost envision the cogs turning in his head as he came to the same conclusion.
Then he stood swiftly, pulled out his loaded revolvers and began shooting. You heard from the groans of agony and whimpers of pain that every bullet hit their target.
Which was strange because Jesper had never actually seemed to aim. Though you were borderline delirious and dying so you chose to ignore the fact.
Jesper cradled you to him immediately as he crouched once more and gently shook you to keep you conscious. You gasped at the pain that came not just in waves, but in floods.
His eyes welled with unshed tears and he blinked repeatedly until they disappeared. He couldn’t weep now. He had to be strong. For you.
“I’m gonna pick you up and were going to move, okay?” He informed you and it was less of a question than a statement. You groaned. You didn’t want to feel the more overwhelming agony of moving.
But you nodded despite it. You would do it. You had to do it. For yourself and for Jesper. You couldn’t bleed out in front of him. You wouldn’t.
As Jesper lifted you, you found your thoughts drifting to him. Maybe you wanted to distract yourself from the suffering or maybe it was just the way it always was.
Everything seemed to drift back to damned Jesper Fahey. Always. Your thoughts were always entertwined to him. Always. It was inevitable.
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Hours had passed, for Jesper it seemed an eternal turmoil. He had got you back to the Slat alive and Nina had healed your wound effectively. Although, you hadn’t woken up.
His thoughts drifted back to you, now more than ever. As they always did. Everything seemed to drift back to you.
He was by your bedside, gripping your hand in his except for two fingers. They were extended to your wrist to observe your pulse: so he could feel just how alive you were.
You awoke to a strong grip on your hand and used all your remaining energy to gently squeeze it back. Jesper’s eyes flicked to you and he gasped in utter delight. He manoeuvred his hand out of your own as you gave him a sleepy and lopsided quirk of your lips and he smiled back.
Your scare of death had made your view clearer. And you needed to confess to Fahey why your thoughts always went back to him. Distracted you from even the most simple of tasks.
“Jes, listen I-”
But here you were cut off as his lips collided with yours. You were shocked but reciprocated the kiss as your brain caught up with what was happening.
“No words need to be said.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled away and rested his forehead to yours. And you realised he was right. Because his thoughts always drifted to you and yours to him.
You were entertwined. Some may say in fate, some may say in love. You and no idea what you and Jesper were except together.
And as his lips met yours again and his hand cupped your cheek, you realised you were perfectly fine with that.
You forever would be.
Forever and always.
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a/n - this was written when I first started Tumblr, so sorry if it's not really of a high quality xx
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