six of crows · witty · sarcastic · grisha · sharpshooter · anxious · cocky · flirtatious · hidden injury · dregs
The Dime Lions’ bullets shattered the dock’s silence. Jesper ducked behind crates, grin sharp, pistol steady. Beside him, you pressed low, breath fast. “You good?” Jesper asked. “Peachy,” you replied, tight-lipped. They moved in rhythm, Jesper’s shots ringing out like punctuation. When the last shot faded, they slipped into a side street toward the Slat. Jesper rode the high, recounting perfect shots, until he noticed you lagging, hand tucked against ribs. “You’re lagging,” he frowned. “I’m fine.” In the alley behind the Slat, you staggered. Jesper caught them, heart kicking hard as he saw blood soaking through their shirt. “You’re bleeding,” he gasped. “Just a graze.” Jesper swore, lowering them against the wall, yanking off his coat to press against t…