𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 || kaz brekker

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. broken trusts, broken hearts.

❝it hurts because it mattered.❞

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the Targaryen remains still, sadly watching the closed doors. she'd missed the boy no matter how angry she'd felt by his stupidness or by his defiance. he was her friend, the only who she fully trusted without a doubt in her mind, he'd been all she had for years and shortly after he left, it had all went down.

he'd protected her for years no matter his status. she knew who he was and who he wasn't, knew of his past and his struggles and his dreams just as he did hers. reminders of the night he left raked through her mind over and over.

he'd asked her to come with him and she hadn't, he'd promised he'd sneak her out and take her away, where no one could hurt her again, where they could do as they pleased whether on the lands his family ruled or to the free cities her ancesstor had conquered ages ago.

but she'd refused, and she'd regretted it every night until she found her place in Kerch, with the crows. with Kaz.

her frustration rises again at the rrminder. she'd chose Kaz, she'd chose him and the life he led. her body turns back as she hears his steps drawing closer to the desk at her side, reaching for the stack of money and the bag that Kol had taken from him.

"any help with these?" Jesper scoffs, holding up his chained wrists. the man doesn't even look back, simply sending him a coin as he continues rearranging his stuff.

the Zemeni turns to Aeya with a raised brow, asking if their partner was being serious. "what am I supposed to do with this?" he grunts out, face exasperated.

the crow man stills, turning to him with a silent expression as he tilts his head. watching his face drop only gave him satisfaction and he moves to the closed window, working it open.

Jesper turns to the saint. how did he not realize? her eyes roll and she follows after Kaz, angry. "you knew." he lets out nonetheless, hoping for comfirmation before actually doing anything.

he scoffs. "about you being a durast?" he muses, head tilting his way with a dark grin that held no actual humor. he took his words as blantant disrespect. "your gun misfired in Arken’s train. you fixed it without moving." he lets out. "you repaired my cane with no tools. and when you shoot, you never miss." his eyes sparkle with mischief as he glances to his saint.

"and I've got her." he adds, raising a brow as he nods. "of course I knew." he eyes him silently as he watches him stand. "let’s leave it at that. yeah?"

Kaz studies him with annoyance. "I’ve no interest in letting others in on your secret." he confirms, moving back away. the saint's anger grows again. "and Alina's?"

"he’d already deduced it." he answers simply. "he knew the name of the ship that we were coming in on. the best we could do is get our money back."

Aeya nods with a smile, holding no actual softness behind it. "I promised i'd keep her safe until something actually happens, and now you're sending him directly to her."

he forces the window open, not even looking at her while ignoring her again. he did not see the matter to be of as much importance as the two did. "he’s half a day ahead and he’s a pirate. we should warn her." Jesper speaks out, stepping forward with his hands still chained together.

"privateer." Aeya mumbles quietly, waiting for the limping boy to answer. "how and where do you intend to post a warning?" he counters sharply. "she could be anywhere by now and we have enough on our plate here."

the door rattles right at the end of his sentence and he looks down the window, waiting for the sharpshooter to start working. he glares at him. "speaking of, shouldn’t you be concentrating?"