#terriblewill

         “jesus christ, they NEED bigger cups.” steam fogged his dark eyes as the boy took a sip from the coffee cup - and handed another freshly brewed coffee to his taller - albeit younger companion.

BABY GB  →  KAZ, ANNE, BUG,  &  NASI for @terriblewill  ( ft. @lovethbest  &  @clevererthan  &  tagging @oflegendaries for interest )  !

               curious toddlers peek at the boy from behind her skirts ; eliza shoos them back inside, and offers him a kindly smile. ❛ are you sure you won’t COME IN, have a warm plate or two ? you look like you haven’t eaten a proper meal in weeks. ❜

       “i suppose there’s no point for PRETENSE.” nikolai grinned as soon as the doors were shut, and the red streak of his hair immediately faded like it was stain on his naturally blonde locks - the rest of his disguise shrugged off like changing a set of clothes.

       “no point for beating around the bush either. it’s good to see you again, MR. BREKKER.” the ravkan ruler then sank on his own seat, gesturing for dirtyhands to take the spot across his desk. upon clearing his throat, nikolai pushed a freshly poured drink, and a folder encasing a sheaf of blueprints towards the barrel boy’s direction.   

        “i heard you’re great with LOCKS.”

@terriblewill// Do you believe in magic?

      The answer is poised on the tip of her tongue. The words the first time had been struggle enough and now the question is almost enough to squelch her courage. The words grate the back of her throat, locked up tight. Her idle hands tug at her sleeves absently, searching for a purpose.

       If only she were Nina who would scoff and recommend all the sweet shops he could take her. But she’s only Inej, an invisible girl without the crown of being a pure blood. The heart is an arrow, it demands aim to land true. It is her parents’ words in her mind that gives her the courage. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what’s to come and meets Kaz’s steady gaze.

“who?” asked wylan when he was directed towards the pantry by one of their servants, confused since he wasn’t really expecting any business meeting at this time of the night.”but i thought i’ve cleared my agenda for-” it was the follow up description (the limping, the cane) that gave away who the unexpected visitor was, and sure enough, he found kaz by the kitchen counter, stirring a freshly made cup of coffee straight from the pantry cupboards.

“wow, hello. would you like some sugar with that?” he asked, his inquiry partially soaked with sarcasm.