𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 - nikolai lantsov

v - poetry

She fixed the laces on her belt. The untamed brunette waves had their own mind today. This vanity did need a good cleaning. Maybe she'll get that done today. Luda's mind kept on replaying Kaz's nature last night. Luda will admit he was a sharp tool, but last night with Pekka Rollins, wasn't normal.

Cora has mentioned how the human brain is a complicated enigma. Luda may never experience it first-hand, however she can recall how tragedy can effect a persons mind. Her captain's nightmares are the first that come to memory. But is actually possible for such trauma to lead a person to madness? For a species that claims to be so evolved and forward thinking, it truly is an oddity when they act like a feral animal.

Two rough knocks broke through her. She hopped away from the vanity to the manifestation of a shadow that was Kaz Brekker. He loomed in the doorframe like those rumoured shadow creatures that lived in this place called a 'Fold'. Or at least how Luda imagined they would be.

The bruises on his face were already healing, but that somehow made the intimidation more shivering. Luda's hands went to fidget but she swatted them away behind her back. He took two steps forward. And she prepared herself for it; the biting, the sharp stabbing, the possibility of death. Saints his dagger iced eyes would cut her throat before his words.

Kaz placed a folded piece of paper onto the vanity, "you did your job."

He stepped back to the doorframe and resumed his sharp demeanour. When she felt safe to took the paper; Luda couldn't read all of it, but enough to gather it was what she was promised.

Luda stood tall. She placed her fingers on her chin and pushed them forward; thank you.

Kaz gave a stern nod. He turned around with a silent grunt.

"Brekker!" Luda pushed her voice forward. Kaz turned around, planted his cane firm on the ground and waited. Luda gathered her courage, "thank you."

Kaz locked his jaw. His grip on the handle tightened, "Kaz."

She smiled, "Luda." She, too, gave a stern nod.

Kaz's eyes lingered to the ground for a moment, then left. Luda closed the door, pressed her back to it and held up her prize. Her face scrunched up with a childlike smile. With a hop, step and a jump, she pulled out an old travel trunk she... found... and began stuffing it with whatever she had left.

Luda migrated to the bathroom to grab some of her essentials. She piled in her soaps and hair products and other things when she saw Wylan enter the shared washroom. Luda waved with a welcoming smile.

"Good morning," he smiled, walking up to the sink.

He proceeded to wash his hands, rolling up the pink sleeves of his shirt. Pink shirt? Wylan doesn't own any pink shirts, especially something so big on him. Her eyes scanned up and down his figure, and a playful smirk.

Wylan looked at her reflection, "what?"

Luda bit her lip and swept her hazel eyes back up and down his torso.

He looked down at the shirt and his cheek matched the pink, "that...I can explain..."

Luda's gleeful smirked twisted into a cheeky giggle, "there's no need to explain. I know what happened."

Wylan chuckled in rejection, "I have no possible idea what you're talking about."

"Hmm, maybe," Luda chirped, turning around and began to leave, but leaned against the doorframe and whispered, "but you aren't the only one who wore their lovers shirt after a good shag."

"You're disgusting!" But Luda dodged Wylan's little water bullets of death from the sink with laughter all the way back to her room.

The trunk closed with a hard thud. Luda grabbed her tricorn hat and observed herself one last time in the vanity mirror. Something felt...different? She felt like she was glowing with excitement. Nonetheless. Luda firmly placed her hat on her head, picked up her trunk, took a deep breathe and began her next journey.