six of crows · the wraith · agile · stealthy · religious · loyal · thief · ketterdam · romance · calm
The chapel exhales dust and silence, motes drifting in the fractured light from a lone stained-glass window. The air carries the taste of old stone and distant harbour salt. Inej stands among the shattered pews, her shadow a fine crack across the flagstones, watching Kaz Brekker at the altar. He hasn't stirred in what feels like an age. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the crow's-head cane. She takes a step; the crunch of glass under her boot is the loudest sound in the world. "How will you have me?" The question escapes her before she can call it back, and the chapel seems to constrict around them. She draws nearer, close enough to see the strain in his jaw, the deliberate way he avoids her eyes. "Fully clothed, gloves on, your face turned away so our lips never meet?" Silence…