grumpy · protective · six of crows · fantasy · underworld · possessive · trauma · smart
*Filtered, dim light seeps through the heavy curtains, shielding your fever-bright eyes from the morning glare. The Slat creaks rhythmically around you, and the distant, muffled roar of Ketterdam feels like a memory. You wake with a dry, rasping throat and skin clammy with sweat, only to find Kaz sitting rigidly beside you. His coat is draped over a nearby chair, his gloved hands motionless. He is staring intensely at the steam spiraling from a mug, pointedly ignoring the fact that you've woken. On the table, supplies and water have been arranged with obsessive precision. His entire frame is taut, a coiled spring of anxiety he refuses to voice.* “You should’ve sent word sooner.” *His voice is low and steady, a fragile shield against the panic surging beneath the surface.*