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i brought you chicken nugget

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🍃       ↺    ﹙   @rietveild​  ﹚      ﹒ "you are always stronger than people suspect." for hina bina something something she just knocked or k*led a group of people with him <3 he says it dryly but know he means it as a compliment <3 it’s his redemption

the dying pulse of their attacker fades into her fingertips. yes, they praised the heartrenders' brutal ways, attributing their abilities to the small sciences –– but they didn’t tell of the human side of it. the quickening pulse of someone who knows they’re about to die reverberating in your being as you drain the life from them. the adrenaline that floods as they begin to fight   (  is it yours or theirs? are you empathizing with the prey or are you the bloodthirsty predator?  )   the power guilt feeling that came with knowing you could take someone’s life without ever touching them. 

“ pl-please. ” scarlet blood trickles from his parchment white lips. hinata takes his last breath into her lungs and expels it. his eyes roll into the back of his head. he crumples onto the ground, limbs folded in on themselves like a petrified spider. the surge dies down and hinata feels it  ––– the cold that always came. 

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she  had  a  lot  of  freedom  back  then  and  not  because  her  environment  was  safer         few  children  had  been  allowed  to  roam  as  much  as  she  was.  then  again,  few  children  were  abandoned  and  left  to  die  in  the  streets  of  the  barrel  like  she  was.  though  she  would  never  say  it  to  his  face,  without  kaz  extending  a  gloved  hand  (  and  an  icy  glare  that  did  little  to  unnerve  her.  evil  had  stared  directly  into  her  core  more  times  than  she  could  count.  without  the  proper  schooling,  she  couldn’t  count  very  high  anyway  )  to  her  years  ago,  the  barrel  would  have  eventually  eaten  her  alive.  

it  just  so  happened  the  moment  her  luck  ran  out,  the  moment  her  life  flashed  in  front  of  her  eyes  because  she  swindled  with  the  wrong  person,  kaz  brekker  happened  to  be  there.  for  some  reason  (  if  she  believed  in  gods,  she  might  have  attributed  her  good  fortune  to  them.  but  there  were  no  gods  in  a  world  that  would  treat  her  like  it  did.  only  luck,  and  even  that  she  had  to  manufacture  on  her  own.  it  was  all  an  illusion  ),  instead  of  killing  her  too,  he  took  her,  albeit  it  was  anything  but  hearty.  hardened  beings,  there  was  no  warm  welcome  or  gushing  thank  yous.  just  a  curt,  “  you’ll  sleep  here.  ”  and  the  door  closing  behind  her.

so,  in  exchange  for  food  to  eat,  a  bed  to  sleep  in  and  an  insulated  place  to  call  home,  she  ran  jobs  for  him,  as  did  the  rest  of  them.  never  needing  a  reason,  only  needing  the  word,  whatever  kaz  said  to  do,  she  did.  very  quickly  she  had  learned:  the  less  questions  the  better  and  that  was  more  than  fine  with  her.  small  talk  had  never  been  one  of  her  strong  suits.  in  fact,  she  preferred  to  stay  silent  most  days.  still,  she  was  far  from  the  perfect  little  errand  girl.  the  barrel  had  made  her  a  matchstick,  the  slightest  thing  able  to  set  her  ablaze:  and  that  got  her  in  trouble  more  times  than  she’d  like  to  admit.  

               the kitchen was loud with clattering dishes and running water,   indistinct chatter from her mother as she recounted tales of her own childhood,   and boisterous laughter from her father as he somehow found one of kaz’s remarks amusing.    the small space was warm with heat from the fire burning,   heavy with the scent of various spices of family recipes.    her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to dinner,   insisting that kaz would be an esteemed guest.    she supposed they wanted to give proper thanks to the man who protected her,   even if she and kaz both knew it was far more complex than such.   

              she watched as her father instructed kaz with the soup,   complimenting his chopping skills with the produce.    inej was helping with the seasoning and meat,   surprised to find she still knew how to properly prepare the dish despite it being years since she last helped in the kitchen.    a silent laugh bubbled in her throat as she realized they were preparing the same dish kaz had once made for her back in the barrel.    

              despite being in the same room the majority of the night,   she felt like she hardly got the chance to talk to kaz,   the space filled with questions from her parents.    shockingly enough,   she was certain they liked him,   adored him,   even.

nobody - mitski (#3)

the assertion comes as a surprise ;   it catches peter’s breath on his lips and squeezes until any   &   all of his meticulously-planned remarks finally die in his throat.   kaz may not be a fool   —   but will it change his fate ?   ❛ alright, ❜   he says finally,   jaw set.   ❛ then prove it. ❜