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@henddriks​ said:   ‘you know i love you,  right?’

     JESPER’S SMILE COULD have lit the entire town up, had realisation not struck in the next second — wylan’s tone was too controlled, too . . . sweet.  some dormant instinct in his brain kicks awake, absorbing the way he’d said those words, and the look on his face — he looked like he was here to soften bad news, because, really — who else could survive bringing jesper bad news?  who else escaped without getting an earful?

nonverbal memes.

glance - receiver catches sender looking at them

    saints, they are all tired.

    he knows kuwei and matthias definitely are. the fjerdan’s fast - thinking is really the only thing that got them out of that tomb alive... and, well, his little grisha army. the kid didn’t do too bad with those inferni powers, and jesper was at least grateful that his lack of training hadn’t bitten them in the ass. they are alive, and so is inej, even though she had been bleeding earlier. wylan and kaz had returned from whatever outing they had; jesper’s mind is too befuddled by exhaustion to remember what exactly it entailed. 

    he’s sprawled across one of the couches of the suite. his clothes had been absolutely covered in soot before, and jesper turned his nose up at that, so he had switched it out for one of his father’s - it hangs loose and breezy on his frame, and that doesn’t at all help with jesper near nodding off.

    surprisingly, it’s quiet in the suite. almost like a lull in all the hellish antics they’ve been up to recently. he can feel wylan on the other end of the couch as he sits, and his head rolls briefly towards him. only then does jesper open his eyes, slits of grey barely visible through the long lashes.

    wylan’s eyes are trained on him. he misses the blue of them.

   ( for a moment, with him staring at him like that, it’s easy to forget that they’re being hunted. by the gangs, by the khergud, by ketterdam itself. )

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» » 🔥 " four five "  relationship hcs  ( meme )  /   wylan  &  kuwei

» »  they’re good at different kinds of or approaches of math/science,  &  where one can’t solve something the other fills it in. two dire parts of one machine. think going  “ hey what’s that word for ____ “  followed by an immediate answer but with numbers.

» »  there was a long time of resentment for wylan having to wear HIS face,  &  yet he had to be  wylan’s  silent twin. it comes down to seeing what Jan did to the poor kid that reverts it; they’ve both lost their agency  &  instead kuwei gives small, subtle encouragement that yes, wylan was doing something right. yes, wylan was good at whatever he was doing.

» »  kuwei teaches wylan origami. it starts with small things like little lanterns, butterflies, simple flowers, so he can get the idea of how folds work, but then they suddenly have an entire army of complex animals to hide in kaz’s office. there is no end to them.

» »  despite not remembering much of his mother, kuwei listens to wylan talk with enthusiasm about his own with a bittersweet support. it helps━( though he doesn’t say anything )━ease some of the tension  &  collateral sad dad /  “ who tf am i ”  vibes between them.

UNPOP OPINIONS.

once again: this is not a vague abt anyone or like, aimed at anyone, its just smth i have seen in the past and feel very 🥴 about. anyway.................. its weird when ppl get mad over their duplicates having like ? similar ideas / aesthetics, when a lot of those things come down to: it being the most basic and commonly acknowledged stuff in the fandom as a whole? like, i’m not talking about when someone has their graphics stolen / writing copied word for word — i know some ppl DO have their hard work taken without permission or credit. 

five word sentence starters.

    oh, jesper wants to throw his head back and laugh. wylan’s been in the barrel before the ice court, sure, but it’s really starting to show the more he spends time around them. the tank is jerking underneath his hands, and jesper couldn’t be happier. he couldn’t see wylan, but he could easily imagine it: shaking those ruddy curls out of his face, absolutely beaming, a vibrant liveliness to his eyes. finally, merchling. you seem alive. 

   ( jesper had asked, think you can man the turret enough so they don’t happen to shoot us on the spot? they don’t know you’re a fresh - faced little runaway, so i think they’d be intimidated by a rather large gun swinging around. and he wishes he could see him, see the hope at getting out of this. the ice court, impenetrable, and here they are: stolen tank underneath jesper’s fingertips, with a boy who liked to play music and do chemistry and build bombs shooting. )

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