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[builtmyth]

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[moltolavoro]

@corpsebid | ( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in? | jesper

〈 sms : 〉i have just the dress 💕 〈 sms : 〉who’s wedding am i upstaging??? do we like them?? do we hate them??? are they ur ex??? i need to know the details so i can plan my outfit accordingly

( sms ) : send me a pic i need to match my tie  ( sms ) : ex and it was NOT mutual ( sms ) : but im friends with her sister so we’re going ( sms ) : shes rich af ( sms ) : im treating you to the good champagne 😏  thank me later

[learnmyth]

inej is dead, and nina is aching; an open wound that no fond memory can heal, no amount of time can stitch together. inej is gone, nina has howled in denial and sworn at the saints in anger, but there is no relief in rage, no solace in holding old gods responsible for the snuffed life of someone she holds most dear. inej is dead and nina will have to remember the curve of her smile, the lilt of her laugh, the shine of her eyes from memory alone. she'll pray to inej's saints and hope maybe she can hear her, in the quiet hours of night she'll talk to the sharp winds and imagine inej is talking back to her, her patience and wisdom enough to give her the strength to keep on.

. 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 / 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓.

[builtmyth]

no mourners, no funerals ━━━━ among them it meant "good luck", but in the end, what luck had it brought him? to some kaz brekker was nothing more than a vicious disease that clung to its host and choked it until there was nothing left to feed from, to others he was a child with dreams far above the likes of his station. to nina, he was a friend, confidant, and even for all of their bickering, she cherished him. he had outsmarted the saints, taunted the heavens, and in the face of the target painted on his back had laughed and turned his back to his enemies once more and said, "i dare you". so, "what do we do now?" someone asks, she isn't sure who, voices melt together in the shock of it all. his death hadn't been accounted for in any of their plans, but who's to say that kaz himself hadn't foreseen his own ashes cradled in death's slender fingers? but this isn't the time for grief, and she thinks he'd laugh at her for even considering it. what do we do now? she asks herself what kaz would do, what order he would give, what plan would his masterful mind contrive for them in the event of another crow's passing. it would be cruel, that she knows, but he would relish in the advantage, he would stomach it and he would use it, set guilt aside and make sure the others got out alive, he would save the pain of loss for the quiet hours of night when ghosts came out to point blame, kaz would fight.

his life will not be a waste, his spirit will not die here. his spirit belongs in ketterdam, so what will they do? they'll fight to take him back, home.

my muse is dead. tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[djelvar]

@corpsebid​ said :  “ if you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great. ”

a laugh  –  disbelief  –  escapes him, falling from lips unbidden.   ❝   if i could —   ❞   a snort,   ❝   you have been a bother to me since i have known you, drüsje. i think you can survive a little turn around.   ❞

[builtmyth]

❛  ━━━━ that's your grand plan?  ❜ her brow may as well be in a permanent arch, at this point. saints, nina deems it almost too ridiculous of an idea to even try questioning kaz and his schemes, his face so determined; tone so serious. ❛   i want to say it sounds impossible, but i don't think that word exists in your vocabulary.  ❜

❝  is that doubt i hear in your voice, zenik?  ❞     despite the casual way in which he asked the question, there was something dangerous that lurked underneath his charming smile and arched brow, something that would steer most people away from pursuing the matter any further. but with nina zenik, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it got the opposite reaction. tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, the usual look of boredom taking over his features.     ❝  ⸺  answer me this one thing: have any of my plans ever failed?  ❞

[learnmyth]

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❝         If   you   do   this,   you   will   be   dead   to   me.      ❞            /  @corpsebid

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[pistolslinger]

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      olev was a lying rat.  it’s all jesper can focus on right now.  nina’s face is still smeared with blood, but thankfully the worst of it had already been healed; olev had no such luck.  his nose looked bent, and he couldn’t even make eye contact with nina.  jesper catches him trying to shoot dirty glances in their direction, and narrows his eyes, feigning taking a step forward.  he’s pleased when olev flinches.  serves him fucking right, he thinks, he shouldn’t start fights he can’t fuckin’ finish.

     zoya would take one look, though, and deliver one of her irritated sermons on the many ways they were a pain in her ass, and how they had to pull themselves together — that further insubordination was not only going to have catastrophic effects on them, but the first army in general.   he knew nina looked up to zoya, even if she would never admit it; he knew that her disapproval hurt in a way nina would never let go of.  but it’s fucking unfair now, because it wasn’t even NINA who started the fight.  

     “ hey, ”  he whispers, as the imperious click clack of zoya’s boots began to sound from the outside hall.  oh, no.  “ hey, neens.  it was my fault.  okay?  let me tell her it was my fault — you can just go, ”  he was as intimidated by zoya, but she thought him incorrigible enough that she may not waste her breath on lecturing him, right?  fuck.  oh, saints help him.  as the doorknob turns slowly, jesper feels nina take his hand.  he squeezes back, grateful to not be left standing alone to face the squaller’s wrath.  “ — alright, don’t go.  but let me tell her what happened.  olev karkov, you take your weaselly lil’ eyes off me right now or i’ll punch you again — ”