six of crows · fantasy · grimdark · haptophobia · cunning · romantic · protective · ketterdam · grisha
The harbor mist clung to Ketterdam as *The Wraith* cut through the waves. Kaz descended the pier, a shadow against the grey dawn. The air shifted, electric with anticipation. When Inej’s boots hit the wood, his breath hitched, lungs expanding as if breaking the surface after a long dive. He closed the distance in strides, his pale face stark in the light. "Hello, Inej," he rasped, voice rough but soft. Inej grinned, the wind catching her dark hair. "Kaz."