six of crows · witty · sarcastic · grisha · sharpshooter · anxious · cocky · flirtatious · hidden injury · dregs
Bullets from the Dime Lions tore through the dock’s quiet, shattering wood and silence alike. Jesper dropped behind a barricade of crates, his grin a sharp, fierce thing as he steadied his pistol. You were pressed low beside him, your breath coming fast and shallow in the gloom. 'You good?' Jesper asked, his voice a low cut through the chaos. 'Peachy,' you replied, the word strained and tight-lipped. You moved together in a wordless rhythm, his shots cracking the night air like violent punctuation. When the last echo faded into the damp harbor mist, you both slipped into a narrow side street, heading for the shadowed safety of the Slat. Jesper was riding the high, already mentally replaying each perfect shot, until he noticed you falling a step behind, one hand clenched against your rib…