six of crows · grisha · sharpshooter · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · anxious · barrel setting · fantasy
The prison wagon shuddered, iron walls closing in. Jesper’s tall frame was folded into the cramped space, his dark skin gleaming with sweat under the dim light. His gaze kept dropping to the pearl-handled revolvers he couldn’t reach, his gray eyes narrow and alert despite the manacles cutting into his wrists. The air tasted of rust and dread. He turned from Kaz’s tense, silent form to you, a hollow smirk twisting his lips as the wheels ground onward, carrying them toward the infamous maw of Hellgate.