ketterdamnd
inej, now isn't the time.
silxntknives
thirdcorvus
care for a drink, wraith? my treat—- the tables have treated me well today.
silxntknives
@thirdcorvus ( … ) [ inej let the din of the crow club settle around her like a familiar cloak — laughter, groans of loss, the clatter of chips, the soft shuffle of cards. jesper emerged from the haze of smoke and lantern‑light with the unmistakable swagger of someone whose luck had finally decided to flirt with him. ] weren’t you supposed to be on the door tonight ? [ she asked casually, crossing her arms and letting her gaze drift over him, the corners of her lips tugging up into a softer smile. jesper’s victories were usually loud, messy, and short‑lived. but tonight there was a steadiness in him, a glow that wasn’t just from the lanterns. he looked… proud. and he wanted her to see it. ] just one drink. [ she agreed eventually, slipping silently into the seat opposite him like a shadow. ] if you start buying rounds for the entire club again, I’m leaving you to your fate. / forgive me — I haven’t portrayed as inej for a while !
heartrendingss-
" what ? it worked didn't it ? relax ! "
silxntknives
/ shadow & bone fandom, where we at ?
incruciar
━━━ 【 案犯 】 ،، ‘ YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE, INEJ. i thought i had made myself perfectly clear. ’
silxntknives
[ she looked up, her eyes locking with his, no longer needing to speak to get her point across. her gaze drifted, catching the bruises and cuts that mark his sharp face, the remnants of the fight still visible on his skin. she didn’t flinch as her eyes dropped lower, her fingers twitching as she noted the dark red stain on his coat. she inhaled, the breath shallow. ] you were hurt too… have you cleaned the wound ?
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@mortrdem ( … ) [ the wraith stood silent for a moment, cloaked in the hush of shadows she wore better than silk. the dim light of ketterdam glanced off the sharp line of her cheekbone, off the darkness in her eyes — not empty, not entirely soft, but with a trace of quiet storms. ] I know you asked me to stay away… and I’m sorry. but saints didn’t keep me alive just to walk away after things turn ugly. I didn’t want to… I won’t leave you. [ her eyes lowered to the wooden floorboards, her fingers instinctively tracing the hilt of one of her daggers, sankta alina, as though it could offer her some grounding. in that moment, inej noticed the way his gaze flicked toward the bandages wrapped around her shoulder and side. ] I’m fine. everyone’s fine. [ she reassured him, her voice steady, soft. ] you took this job knowing what it meant. so did I, even if there were doubts along the way. you’re not to blame. [ she wasn’t certain if that was truly what haunted him — the bastard of the barrel was as unreadable as they came. but, despite the layers of darkness he wore, she liked to believe she understood him more than most. she paused at his suggestion to go home to rest. ] / this / is my home. [ she answered, her voice firm. ] this place — this crew.. it’s the closest thing I’ve had to a family since I was stolen from mine. / 1/?
incruciar
BUT NOT ALL THAT GLIMMERS IS GOLD. down in the barrel, shiny things only mean a blade drawn and blood waiting to spill. PRIDE REARS ITS HEAD AND FLASHES ITS TEETH IN AN UGLY GRIN, daring the thoughts to form, for the words to take shape. it had nearly costed him his crew.
' i expected you to stay away because i asked you to. not because it / suits / me and certainly not on a whim. ’ HE FINALLY ALLOWS HIS EYES TO SETTLE ON HERS. a chasm opens up in his gut, a harrowing darkness crawling up his chest. his gaze flickers to the bandages, and a muscle ticks in his neck. THE BLADE WAS DRAWN AND BLOOD WAS SPILLED. ‘ you should be resting. go home, inej. ’
artistrie
does kaz know? —about your leg.
silxntknives
@merchlings ( … ) [ inej’s dark eyes soften as she meets wylan’s, a faint smile curving her lips at his awkward laugh. she shifted slightly, careful not to worsen the injury in her leg. his thoughts were correct. her relationship with kaz brekker was complicated to say the least and even / she / sometimes, could not fully understand what they were. simply an investment arrangement, a friend, perhaps something more ? he cared. she knew that. just… not in the way most people did. ] I don’t like being slowed down, not by wounds, not by anything… kaz trusts me because I can handle myself, no matter what. I don’t want him to waste time worrying about something like this. [ a pause. ] I’ll speak to nina. though I expect a lecture. she’s not a healer in the strictest sense — but she’ll manage. she always does. [ her voice softened, a rare openness in her tone. ] still, thank you, wylan. for caring. that… means more than you know.
artistrie
@silxntknives ⟢ [to apply liability and inej in the same sentence, it would be wrong to do so. while kaz has never been one to be hold back his punches, wylan’s eyes flicker to the wraith in order to gain some semblance of understanding of the two and their dynamic. swallowing, a small laugh escapes—although awkward and inevitability filling the space in the silence.] i’m sure kaz is just ..worried about you, not that you’re a liability. at least have nina look at it, [a hand presses into his red tresses,] you’re not made of steel. even a wound like that makes it difficult, maybe less for you. however, just—you know..
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@merchlings ( … ) [ she glanced down at her leg, her trouser pants hiding the evidence of any bandage. her lips pressed together, taking a tentative step forward, features wincing slightly. she knew she’d have to do a better job of hiding it — at least, until nina returned from her trip. her back straightened, busying herself with returning her knives to their rightful places. ] if he knows that I carry an injury, he’ll think of me as a liability. I can’t— … I / won’t / be seen as such. [ she glanced over at him, swallowing the lump in her throat. ] please, wylan.
AIMTRUE
* Gorgeous as always
silxntknives
@canescrow / thank you, lovely ! I haven’t portrayed inej in so long haha . & pls do ! < 33
silxntknives
@hyrded / love youuuu ! & thank you! will be dropping replies on all accounts tomorrow, after I nap, I promise ! ! <33
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takinaim
do you think he'd notice if we walked out in the middle of his monologues ... ?
takinaim
[thoughtful introspection would follow her words, nothing spoken as he lowers his gaze to the floor below him.] i wouldn't know what to name them, [THE WORDS, "THERE'S NOTHING AS SACRED TO ME AS YOUR SAINTS ARE TO YOU" REMAINS UNSPOKEN, but they are thought of nonetheless. he shifts in his seat, legs crossing and uncrossing as he gathered himself up once more.] think i'll leave the whole "naming our weapons" deal to /you/. you're probably better at it, anyway.
right. lucky for you, i'm a very careful man! they call me, "jesper careful fahey". [he smiles when offered the knife, holding it gently. he's not quite sure how to grip it, so he ends up looking like a torchbearer. he holds it up in the light, the weapon glinting dangerously.] first step, remove the bullets. make sure the safety's on. handle's right side, looks kind of like a switch, impossible to miss. then press the button-like thing on the bottom; that'll give you access to the magazine. there are six bullets in there, so make sure to get them all out. i'd hate to get kicked out of our own club because of a stray bullet, it'll ruin my brand! oh, then, [he says this all while twirling the hand with the knife in it. he stumbles more than once, but he continues doing it nonetheless. jesper is, as composed as he may look at first side, a man who fidgets subconsciously, and even now, his habit does not hide itself.] move your hands to the slide. the, uh... lower middle? you'll see two little buttons on both sides, just press both at the same time and push it forward. you still following, love?
silxntknives
@takinaim SHE HESITATED for a moment , before she used her free hand to remove the bone-handled knife strapped to her forearm , her SANKTA ALINA . she carefully rested the hilt gently against her forehead , murmuring a prayer in her head , before holding out the knife towards her fellow criminal . ] I’ll say the same threat to you , jesper fahey . one scratch on / my / knife and I’ll ensure to throw it at you . [ she shot him a perfectly innocent smile . ] show me how to disassemble this ? [ 2 / 2 ]
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@takinaim [ INEJ WOULD WATCH with fascination as his nimble fingers gently worked upon the gun in his grasp . she took in every detail , observing the way he removed each bullet , and making a mental note of it in her head . it wouldn’t hurt to know how to handle a gun if it came down to it . ] she certainly is . you should name her , like I’ve done with my knives . name her something meaningful to you . [ his words were true enough . THE WRAITH wasn’t certain whether she had ever even / held / a gun , let alone disassembled one . her knives were her treasure , and before KETTERDAM , she had never even touched a weapon . which was why not even / she / could hold back her surprise when jesper pushed the gun towards her . ] when am I not careful ? I’ll make sure to cherish this moment . I’m not sure whether you’ll let it happen again . [ inej teased him , before her small hand would carefully curl around the grip of the gun , testing how it weighed out in her grasp . it felt STRANGE to have such a foreign item in her possession . [ 1 / 2 ]