Kaz and Violet were the only two left living of their name, and even that had been left behind in their shadows, shed like a second skin in the wake of their deadly reputations.
Now, the name they shared meant something.
It sparked fear into the hearts of even the coldest of men, in a city that bred only wickedness through crime and corruption. The two had clawed their way up the ladder with as little as the clothes on their backs, eachother and nothing else. Nothing else, perhaps, but their juvenile will to survive and their determination to do damage to those who had dealt it first.
In the business of the Barrel, it was rare to see one without the other.
Most people believed at first glance that she was not fit for the Dregs. That she was not fit for Ketterdam, nor the harsh environment of the streets so rife with danger and cruelty.
She was too young, barely fifteen, but with a mind well beyond her years and a silver tongue to prove it.
But some days the Crows looked at her and she looked like the oldest child in the world. Other days, in different lighting, she looked so young that it terrified them. Especially when they considered the blood she had shed to get where she was and the utter indifference along with it.
Those who hadn't been around her much might assume nothing of her because of her age, her innocent demeanor. She was young, too young to be so dangerously intelligent, or to be part of a criminal gang. Most would assume she was apart of it for nothing other than protection, but she was a valuable piece on the board.
And the underestimation was her biggest advantage.
It had been Kaz's, too, at one point when they first cast eyes on him. Until they realised his cane could break bone and that he'd gladly swing it at anyone who looked at him wrong.
Or he'd gladly swing it on anyone who looked at his sister wong.
They had survived together through thick and thin when they were too young to be given those types of hardships, and when the heist of a lifetime is dropped on their doorstep, they'd do everything in their power to make it out ontop.
But Kaz hadn't believed in saints since their father had died, and all hope for fate had been lost when Violet was too young to even recognise the loss - so it seemed cruel that fate alone would be the deciding factor on whether they made it out in one piece.
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RIBBONS • SIX OF CROWS
Fanfiction'It is very difficult to make ones way in this city without being wicked at one time or another, when the cities way is so wicked to begin with.' Or in which: Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason - but his little sister was the closest thing to it.
