#aimstrue

          it isn’t that he has been avoiding anyone, least of all her. but he has barely had time to process it all. the world has changed several times faster than he ever could have wanted. and if that isn’t enough, he is left without his sister. the coalition has no commander now. and every time he tries to do his damn job the searing pain in his shoulder reminds him he almost died too. he needs a fucking break. but kings do not get breaks from their duty, not really. even now when most ambassadors have retired to their quarters and the city begins to settle, he has mountains of tasks he needs to attend to. letters and petitions. 

he has much he should be doing but instead he wanders the hall. he isn’t really sure where he is going until he finds himself at echo’s post. it’s been difficult to know who he should trust. and maybe it was easier to keep everyone art arms lengths as he got his bearings. there was a war going on. and then he was king. and then the city of light. but now. he doesn’t have anyone else left and three years can’t change a life time. can it? 

@aimstrue​ said:

smiling when she enters the van eck mansion to the sound of someone cooing. she could’ve sworn it was jesper and not freya she heard. ‘ hello ! ‘ she calls out not to startle him, in case he was carrying the precious cargo they were set to look after. ‘ oh is that the cutest god daughter in the world ! ‘ she smiles as she rubs the baby’s cheeks. then looking up to jesper. ‘ and the cutest sharpshooting god father too. ‘

     HE’S NEVER BEEN MORE grateful that he and wylan are on the same page about children, and the possibility of ever having any of their own.  he loves freya.  loves her enough to know, solidly, without a doubt, that he would take a bullet for her and fire many in return, should the need ever arise.  but sweet fucking saints, this child could scream.

     inej’s arrival couldn’t have come at a better time: he needs to sit down, but the second he tries to, freya always seems to wake back up instantly.  with the most beseeching look on his face, jesper turns to inej and whispers:  “ please — lower your voice, she’s only just starting to nod off, ”

ONE THROUGH FOUR.  ( not accepting. )

@aimstrue​ said:   ‘ where are you going? ’

        BY THE GRACE of whatever saint had power over not looking like a fool in public, jesper manages to not flinch at her sudden appearance.  does she need to do that every fucking time?  he turns to the side, then to the other side, and finally behind him; wherever inej is hidden, he has yet to see her.  he swivels on his heels, hands held up in front of him as if he could summon inej from the shadows around him, somehow.

@aimstrue​  SENT  .   ‘  i  would  rather  break  the  world  than  lose  you .  ’

❝   you  won’t       -      ❞        BREAK  THE  WORLD,    OR  HAVE  TO  LOSE   HER   ?     the  distinction  is  left  unclear,   for  nina  could  not  make  any  guarantees .     knuckles  whiten  against  the  railing ,    her  fingers  clenched  tight .     at  least  this  was  a  sign  of  life,    blood  still  flowed  through  these  veins,     even  if  it  was  contaminated  by  parem  now  .        her  body  betraying  her  one  last  time  .      

SHE  TURNS  ,      her  hands  taking  inej’s  .    she’s  shocked  by  the  cold,        whose  was  it    ?       never  had  she  been  anything  but  warm,     fire  burning  even  in  the  coldest  winter .    warm  enough  even  to  melt  matthias’  heart .    now  she’s  sapping  everything  from  those  around  her  ;    their  time,    their  patience,    their  unwavering  care.   she’d  never  repay  that ,    never     -     she  isn’t  sure  if  things  would  be  easier  with  or  without  her  here  .   

[   @AIMSTRUE   ]       :       ❝   i’d like to show you something, and it’ll involve a bit of walking.   ❞