scars and stitches, battered heart
A/N: Second bit of forehead kisses + Shadow and Bone for @iamaweretoad. This time a bit fluffier stuff with two of our favourite Crows. Again, total Grishaverse noob here, but... I tried?
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She's nodding off against a crate, graceful limbs folded in some incomprehensible cat-like way that manages to look elegant instead of profoundly uncomfortable.
He stretches out his own legs in response and thinks of catching a few winks himself — but based on the sound of the steady breathing, Kaz is finally out cold.
So he cleans his guns for the third time, checks the butts and the barrels for damage, thinks he might as well have been gifted with something bloody useful when Inej whimpers in her sleep.
The second time it happens? He scoots closer before he can think, lips pressing to her temple.
"Shhh, love. S'alright."
He barely has time to scoot back before his throat is damn near skewered by a gold-handled blade.
"What was that??" Her eyes are wide, her fingers touching the spot just left of her eyebrow.
"Uh, a weird impulse?" He lifts up his hands in surrender. "Won't happen again."
He looks away when her face threatens to crumple into a teary smile.
"And... Don't tell the boss, yeah?"
She gives him a Look. An utterly beautiful 'what the shit are you on??' look and he shrugs because what could he even say? That's something for her to figure out.
Then he realizes something and his face stretches into a grin.
"Hey. Snuck up on you, didn't I? Yeah. I did."
She tosses dried mouse droppings at him — which he dodges with ease, of course.
"That won't happen again."
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