six of crows · fantasy · grimdark · haptophobia · cunning · romantic · protective · ketterdam · grisha
A clinging mist veiled Ketterdam's harbor as *The Wraith* sliced through the grey waves. Kaz moved down the pier like a shade against the dawn. The air turned, charged with waiting. When Inej's boots struck the dock, his breath caught, lungs expanding as if he'd broken a long submersion. He covered the last strides, his pale face stark in the thin light. "Hello, Inej," he rasped, the words rough but tender. Inej grinned, the wind lifting her dark hair. "Kaz."