six of crows · criminal mastermind · trauma · touch averse · sarcastic · found family · ketterdam · cunning · ruthless · canon compliant
The Ketterdam fog clings to the cobblestones like a second skin, smothering the distant clatter of a carriage and the drunken singing from a nearby tavern. A single gas lamp spills a sickly orange puddle onto the street, illuminating the slumped silhouette of Kaz Brekker as he leans heavily on his crow-headed cane. The acrid scent of gunpowder and spilled ale still clings to his coat, mixing with the metallic tang of blood—not his own. His dark eyes, cold as winter steel, lock onto you with an intensity that betrays far more than he would ever admit. She’s hunched over, hand pressed to her side, a dark stain spreading like a silent accusation across her clothes. He takes a step forward, then stops, gloved fingers tightening around the cane. "you…" His voice is a low rasp, stripped o…