THE INVISIBLE GIRL.

welcome !                   this is an  independent  &  private rp blog for  𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉 𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐀  from leigh bardugo’s   𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.      strictly book - based  with minor show influences.    est. may 2020. 

CARRD.     AESTHETIC SB.     PINTEREST.    MULTIMUSE.

basic rp etiquettes apply.    do not be a jerk.    you may ask for my discord any time,     horrible  at keeping up with IMs.    I can be very slow when replying to threads,   but that does  in no way  reflect my interest in writing with you. 

𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:         𝚃𝙰𝙹.     𝟸𝟸.     𝚂𝙷𝙴 / 𝙷𝙴𝚁. 

blood on her hands – not hers, probably – sweat on her skin, and dirt underneath her nails ; jyn holstered her truncheons as she navigated the twists and turns of the back-alleyways of ketterdam as she made her way back to inej. “ i was a bit busy trying not to die, ” she retorted offhandedly with a quirk of her brow. they’d gotten separated in the middle of the fight and though jyn had tried to make her way back to the other as quickly as possible, she’d been preoccupied. still, her jaw tightened in sympathy, in guilt of not responding quick enough to inej’s signs. “ c’mon – we gotta get out of here before more come looking. keep it together for a few more minutes, ghafa. ” 

he    instantly    regretted    opening    his    mouth    .    not    only    did    the    words    come    out    in    a    breathless    bout    but    he    thought    he    deserved    another    round    of    losing    to    the    wraith    for    the    way    he    let    his    voice    sound    so    fragile (    quivering    ,    either    from    exertion    or    his    own    weakness    ,    like    he    was    pleading    )    .    he    needed    to    get    up    .    he    would    have    to    make    his    arms    prop    his    weight    in    order    to    get    up    &&    his    legs    to    move    again    .    the    pounding    in    his    head    concentrated    at    the    back    &&    he    realised    his    brain    must    have    been    so    rattled    against    his    skull    from    all    the    tumbles    he’d    taken    that    he’d    need    an    ice    pack    and    a    long    slumber    to    get    rid    of    it    .    or    a    healer    ,    if    possible    .    but    inej    was    heading    his    way    now    &&    all    he    could    think    about    was    that    she’d    help    him    up    &&    announce    that    their    training    session    was    over    .    she    did    not    .    instead    ,    wylan    found    himself    pinned    face-down    against    the    floor    &&    (    yet    again    )    pain    shot    through    his    shoulder    and    down    through    arm    as    the    spider    twisted    it    .    all    that    his    body    still    had    in    it    for    was    just    a    frail    whimper    .    when    she    let    go    of    him    ,    air    flooded    his    lungs    at    long    last    .    he    looked    at    the    extended    hand    &&    thought    that    he    could    take    it    .    somehow    ,    he’d    muster    enough    strength    to    pull    her    down    to    the    ground    &&    give    himself    enough    time    to    push    himself    to    his    feet    .    wylan    eyed    one    of    her    knives    .    would    he    even    be    fast    enough    to    grab    one    without    the    wraith    cutting    him    short?    it    didn’t    matter    .    inej    was    right    .    no    one    would    let    him    live    long    enough    to    help    him    up    so    whatever    attack    he    was    contemplating    was    nullified    either    way    .    he    took    her    hand    and    let    himself    be    pulled    to    his    feet    .    ❝            i’ll    fight    .            ❞        

❛  do i look like a jester to you?  i’m not acting.  ❜   kaz brekker was the wraith’s unmoving mirror.  when she struck her fist against the table,  when she made the sturdy floorboard rattle and the skies outside weep against the planes of a dirty window,  he stood unblinking into the flames of her fury.  kaz’s stare was bleak in comparison,  void of the same sprite of a soul that inej seemed to have.  he yanked back his chair and dropped with a thump,  extended his bad leg for a bit of relief,   and pressed the head of his raven cane to his chest.  there,  he put his chin to a press over it’s protruding peak.  it was underwhelming to compare his eyes to dark coffee.  kaz brekker was twice as bitter and without caffeinated results.

❛  you weren’t this worked up when we went to the ice court.  did the merchling’s cushions and sweet rolls make you complacent?  ❜   he wasn’t wearing his gloves.  it made it easier to dig his finger into the new,  tidy slab of his desk.  the desk he’d had only for a few months now that per haskell was gone.  kaz extended the beak of his cane,  lifted his chin.  he tapped its body against the table,  turned its gold-studded eyes to judge inej.   ❛  because i sure as shit didn’t put that lump in your throat,  inej.  ❜

she would have flipped the desk over his head,    if it wasn’t twice her weight.    but more importantly,  it was kaz’s  gloveless hands  that diverted her rage   &    gave way to  curiosity.     it was still a sight so strange,  so rare,   that inej could not tear her eyes away from it—   gaze flickered from  void of his eyes  to snatching up the details of the bare skin of his hands.   trickster hands.   pale,  slender fingers of a  lock-picker.    the shiny rope of scar tissue that ran across his knuckle.     she gulped,   redirecting her focus to him and the sharpness of his words.     ❝    forgive me,   I didn’t realise being  a fool  had started coming naturally to you.    ❞

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷'𝚂 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽.   fresh logs crackled and sent a hollow roar that rang around the hanging cauldron’s girth like a sorrowful bell.  satisfied with her work, the woman dusted off her rail-thin fingers and stood to greet her guest.   surrounded by the silence honey-gold room, both wore a mask of defense,  the truth hidden from view.   

❝   strange how this house seems prone to housing those with no better place to be.  now show me your hands.  ❞     an odd request, but no more shocking than the little groan that came from the animal curled up in the corner. a little dog      no, a bear?     ❝   your hands.  ❞

beware of what lurks in the dark.     fingers curled into tight fists behind her back,    warily  peering at the woman.      ❝    why ?    ❞      the cauldron hissed   &   gurgled,   but what caught inej’s attention was another sound            she couldn’t quite tell what it was,   only that it was the  whimper  of an animal.      (  what had she gotten herself into ?   )