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Free kisses!

She’s been nothing but kind to him. The rarest occurrence, considering his own nature and rather harrowing trade. Ever since the days when he first met her, whilst wearing the disguise of a common bird, the young lady’s good-will does never seem to falter.

Even one like himself, a most wretched creature, should be grateful for such selfless gifts. His friendship might be a fickle thing, but she’ll have it for as long as it lasts.

Thus, Cain, as she sees fit to call him, will solemnly kneel in front of her.

Lucy may kiss his forehead without the inconvenience of their height difference. Then, he may take her hand and kiss it in return. “Should you ever require my assistance, do let me know... please.”

Nothing innocent or wholesome about his offer. He could only provide the sort of services that bring about pain and death, to become a merciless weapon against her enemies.

@bloofer​​ sent:    ‘ I’ve got a secret I need you to keep. ’     /     death of an optimist.    (  𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔  )   

does a spider ever set aside its true nature ?    for a moment she considers the other,   blinking                 feeling  conflict  catching hold of her tongue.     secrets were a currency  to be kept locked inside,    with the keys thrown away,     lest  the wraith  found them    &    bartered it to someone who would make  good use  of them.   but when offered on a pristine plate of  confidence,   inej does not feel any rush of  adrenaline,     any sense of satisfaction.    not a single web was spun to catch the prey,    no tricks performed   /   no walls crossed.     it left a strange sense of  disappointment  inside her           along with a tinge of  guilt.     (  would she betray such trust placed in her ?   )     arms crossed over her chest,   she scanned the woman’s face,    wondering if it was some kind of a test;    wondering if she was a shadow sent by her saints,     to assess the limits of her wrongdoings.     inej had killed,  stolen   &   swindled to survive,    and yet  betraying this trust  felt more like a sin than slitting a man’s throat.     

It’s certainly novel, to see a vampire who’s retained so much of that innocent air. Standing there, wistful in the moonlight she reminded him of a poor lost child and already his feet took him on a new route. Giving a giggle was as good at cheating at cards for a night’s fun anyway.  “ It’s quite scary and lonesome out here isn’t it ? ” He smiles awkwardly down at her, the perfect image of a befuddled gentlemen, playing at bashful he bows just a bit as he speaks “ Will you protect me miss ? I wouldn’t want to get snatched away by goblins or robbers on my walk ! ”

     Dear Lucy,

     I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. It has been some weeks since departing Os Alta and by the time you receive this, we will be nearing the Fold. Truth be told, this is the most I’ve ever seen of Ravka. When I first came over from the Wandering Isle, I was too enamoured by the Grisha who accompanied me: trying to learn whatever I could from them, to piece together a picture of the life I would soon call my own. Now I am surrounded by them, living and eating and laughing together, and my kefta feels more comfortable than any childhood clothes ever did.

     The Little Palace does have its charms to it, but I cannot help but feel an ease in the Second Army that was previously unknown to me. There is a sense of companionship that I wish was present back at home, simply Grisha banding together for a common cause. Of course I stick out amongst the sea of red and blue with my purple, but everyone else has quickly learned that I have earned my place here one way or another.

     I do admit to a small disappointment in that I cannot rely on your lurking presence as I could at the Palace. My sleeping hours appear to be increasingly overtaken by images of red hair lurking around the corner to the workshop. Naturally it is only a pale afterimage of the real thing. It is still a mystery to me how you take interest in the work of a materialki, but I increasingly find myself talking and expecting to see you there, ready to listen. 

     If all goes well, then we should be returning to Os Alta within the fortnight. Don’t do anything I would do while I am away.

✝     ———-   ❛      i already said    yes ,        why are we still    arguing ...    ❜       ///    @bloofer​​   ❤ ’d .