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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀i.         much as i adore this character, and i assure you i haven’t even reached the episode where he’s introduced, i’ve heard many things about him through snippets of the show and the book, but.. there is a mortal dilemma. i just /cannot/ play this character without indulging in the fact that his trauma runs deeper than his scars. i can’t stress enough, as well, that i can’t play villains without edging into the truth of the matter;        some characters are simply too jaded by their pasts. hence, each time i articulate a sentence, the syntax turns darker. so i will not fight the way the voice of this character wants to pen itself through each line. perhaps some things are beginning to surface through this writing⎯⎯buried voices and martyrs. whatever the case may be, it shall be.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀CHARACTER STUDY BELOW. 
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                    ⠀ his breaths were controlled, tightly constructed through strain. painful, yes, but not enough to end him. the wounds, however, were another matter. his fingers felt sticky as they curled against the fabric of his shirt. he swept his gaze around the clinical room, the sterile atmosphere seeming to bite at his skin. kaz returned his attention to the woman, his eyes briefly slipping past her to track the quiet click of the door as it shut.        she locked it, then spoke in sign language. he did not understand a word. he did not need to. her steel grey eyes were enough to make her intent clear. she wanted to inspect the damage, perhaps even tend to it.       he pushed himself upright despite the protest in his abdomen, smoothing a wet, crimson soaked hand over his stomach. he did not answer her.

you're welcome 
            the whole acc vibe is really great 

can't say well , but i'm okayy
            and how you doing ?

thank you , i hope you've a good day aswell 

oh i did see that in fact ..

alright bet i will

i assume you were asleep?? how did you sleep

@operis    ( … )      [      the   wraith   did   not   move   at   first.   the   cane’s   cold   press   against   her   ribs   was   nothing   compared   to   the   heat   that   flared   in   her   chest — irritation,   concern,   something   far   more   dangerous   than   either.   kaz   brekker   could   command   a   room   with   a   single   glance,   but   she   had   never   been   a   room.   she   was   a   shadow,   a   whisper,   a   knife’s   edge.   and   yet   he   pushed   her   back   as   if   she   were   something   fragile.   she   stepped   into   the   darkness   he   indicated,   but   only   enough   to   satisfy   the   gesture,   not   the   intention.     ]      doubt   you ?     [      her   voice   was   soft,   but   it   carried,   threading   through   the   grime-thick   air   of   the   slat   like   a   blade   slipping   between   ribs.     ]     kaz,   if   I   doubted   you,   I   wouldn’t   be   here.
            
                 [      she   watched   him — watched   the   tension   in   his   shoulders,   the   way   his   jaw   had   set   like   a   lock   he   refused   to   pick.   he   was   soaked   through,   stubbornly   rooted   to   the   wall   as   if   daring   the   world   to   try   and   move   him.   typical.   she   shifted   closer,   just   enough   that   her   words   reached   him   alone.      ]      but   I   will   not   have   you   pretending   that   this   job   isn’t   personal.   this   is   pekka   rollins’   turf.   and   he   will   know   it   was   you.
            
            /    that’s   okay !   I   haven’t   portrayed   inej   in   a   while   so   you’ll   have   to   bare   with   me   too   lmao.    < 33 

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                     ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ @silxntknives.
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            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀     ⠀⠀  ⠀ §ʰᵃᵈᵒʷ & Ᏸᵒⁿᵉ
            
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                    ⠀ kaz tightened his grip on the cane with such ferocity that he knew, were he to peel back his glove, the knuckles of his right hand would be stark white in contrast to inej’s bronze cheeks. sodden, he leaned back against the grimy wall of the Slat, where shadow and bone seemed to smile at misfortune, and fixed her with an exquisitely impassive stare meant to silence. he allowed his team to seize what they needed while he remained at the outpost, watchful and unmoving.      he could summon what was required. he could fight if the chance rose. but he did not care how risky this venture was. he had come too far to ignore opportunities that presented themselves so cleanly. his jaw loosened by a fraction. he shifted, lifting a hand as if to seize inej by the arm, decisive and without hesitation, yet he halted midway. instead, he nudged her back with the tip of his cane, guiding her toward deeper shadow.
            
            ⠀⠀ “hide yourself.”       he murmured low, “i will not have you doubting me mid mission.” 
            
            /   for clarity, i haven’t completed the show or books, so this interpretation is independent of canon. i’m taking a freefall approach with the character for the sake of our current and future interactions with this kaz.   

decent, hbu?

can relate.

୭ৎ   ::   you not using &. is surprising.

i hope you feel so much more better.

i appreciate you for taking your time and writing me those paragraphs.

thank-you for saying that, i didnt know i needed it.