𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 || kaz brekker

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. little lynx, little raven.

❝the axes forget what the trees remember.❞

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the saint follows after the barrel's bastard, her steps silent and her face contorted into a frown. she knew of his plan though she found it demeaning. out of all of the people of Ketterdam, why them?

she leans against the wall and watches quietly as he makes his way behind acrate, careful to stay in the shadow. his face was set in a glare as he watched, the squealing pigs filling both of them with distastem they hated this part of town.

it has always been too dirty, too grim even for thieves such as themselves. they didnt necessarily fancy more appropriate placements but this place stinked of dirt and shit.

he eyes the man walking out of the door and she frowns momentarily, tilting her body slightly to take a peak of who it was. she squints. Pekka Rollins. her gaze turns to Kaz's back and they soften and she notes the tense movement of his muscles, even behind layers of black cloth. he despised the man with every fiber of his being, ever atom screamed for revenge and she could tell the sight of him only built it further.

he steps back as the man and his two guards walk out and move down the street, the men standing around the corner all sraightening upwards as they watch him with worry. Kaz leans back further into the dark, eyes shut and breath shaky, she finds herself drawing closer, her gloved fingers hovering over the wall by his side.

she sighs as he looks to the ground when he hears drawing closer, glare ser on the stone. she steps back with a small exhale and turns around, knowing that they were done here. she blinks in confusion as he stills and chuckles at the tear of paper, the poster with her, Kaz, Inej and Jesper's faces on it lays discarded and torn on the wet ground.

they round the alley and Aeya's lips turn down as the squealing and the smell only gets louder and stronger, but she doesnt comment on it, nor does Kaz. they still for a moment, watching as an old bearded man shouts at another, something about crates and late deliveries, then as he is left alone, they move closer to stand behind him, her figure overshadowed by Kaz's.

he turns and Kaz raises a brow. "this is the Dregs Club." he lets out, a statement rather than anything else. the man scoffs in annoyance. "sorry, was that a question?" he counters, blinking slowly.

"I'm looking for Per Haskell." the crow adds, firm and bored. his nostrils sneer as the man scoffs again, staring down at him as he was bug crawling up his leg. he leans closer. "also looking for trouble, are we?" his tone dripped with disdain.

Kaz only chuckles to himself and looks to his shoes then back up. "you run your g*ng from here." he informs and he man smiles to himself. he looks him up silently and steps closer as he draws to the door, simply eyeing it.

"members who've been kicked out and shunned by every other crew in the Barrel." Kaz muses, his words meant to infuriate him, to get under his skin. "hangabouts." he corrects, chuckling dryly.

the saint squints and her head tilts, already growing bored of this small talk, she watches silently as the man stands there, studying Kaz slowly. his gaze zeroes on the cane then he blinks to her, stuck to his side. his lips perk up. "I've heard of you." he lets out. "Kaz Brekker," he eyes the cane again before blinking to her. "and his raven" she hates the way his eyes drag down her body in the flowy dress she wore.

the crosses her arms. she hated men in their line of work. her top was a white one with a rectangle neckline, three buttons dragging from her chest to her belly button. her skirt was a bluish green, long breathy, the white layer underneath barely showing over her brown leather boots. sure, it did not scream thief nor murderous saint, but it was comfortable.