exit of the ratway | a few days after the burning | @igodgracious
it’s not that he’s claustraphobic, not scared of the weight of the earth and a thousand houses pressing down from above them, unsettled, perhaps, of the narrow sightlines, the lack of view. crow that’s never sat happy in a cage, bird’s eye views and thousand-yard shot. a knife fits better in these underground streets than a gun for any distance, and the lack of sky draws his breath in shallower than they would like.
still, they settle, they get used to doing the rounds, thankfully able to climb out and return home through the open-air streets, no matter how overcast ketterdam is. inej had long shown him an easy roof-top path to home, and that is where he’s planning on going when he comes across yana, decides to be the irritating love he’s known for being.
with an exclamation and open arms, jesper strides forward, smile blossoming on his face. ‘ yana! good to see you still kicking. busy? want to head upstairs and outside with me? ‘