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[themerchliing]

@littlelightningbvg

“Kay?”

He’d been expecting the young girl to make an appearance for the past half an hour, but apart from a brief description from Kaz, Wylan wasn’t exactly sure what she looked like. However, the child lingering just a short distance away from his workshop appeared to be searching for something, so he imagined she had to be the one he was meeting.

“I’m Wylan,” He continued with a warm smile, glancing past her to see if he could spot Kaz lurking nearby. “Did Kaz walk you here, then leave?” He knew the Bastard of the Barrel had a boat to catch, but he could have at least stopped long enough to say hello.

Wylan turned back to the child and stepped aside, leaning against the door to keep it open. “You can come in. I just have a few things to grab, then we can get going.” He knew quite a bit about how Kay had come to be in Kaz’s care; a kidnapped youth who Inej had found stowed away on a slaver boat. Unfortunately, she’d been subjected to jurda parem experimentation and the results awakened her dormant Grisha powers. With nowhere else to stay, she'd been left with Kaz who had been teaching her how to survive Ketterdam.

“Have you had lunch yet?” He asked as he stepped into the workshop, heading down the steps and over to his table. Most of his demo equipment had been packed up and stored into cabinets, but a few beakers and general apparatus remained that he wanted to transport to his new workshop back at the mansion.

[barrelcrow]

{ ♠️ x @littlelightningbvg x}‌

 Leaving Ketterdam, even if only for a few days, had by no means been an easy decision. Despite having very capable Lieutenants in the Dregs, Kaz disliked leaving things entirely unsupervised. Perhaps he was what some would call a control freak, but it worked, and that was all he cared about. However… Kay had begged him relentlessly to leave the city with her and go out to the country after Wylan had told her about the lightning bugs he’d seen out there when he was a kid.

 In the end, Kaz had given in. Perhaps he was growing too damn soft with the kid around, but… A weekend in the countryside didn’t sound entirely horrible, if he was honest. And Wylan had offered up the Van Eck’s estate out in the countryside for them to use. His estate now, of course. And Kay’s excitement at the news had been… Adorable, if he was honest. And also slightly contagious.

 So once he’d given his Lieutenant precise instructions for the few days he’d be gone, they’d been on their way.

 Being back out in the countryside admittedly made Kaz realize just how rarely he had left Ketterdam since arriving there as a kid. The only time he could really think of was when they’d left for the Ice Court heist. And all the sights and smell had brought back an onslaught of memories he hadn’t realized he’d buried deep down. But, unwilling to explain any of it to Kay, he’d made sure to keep a straight face as he tried to deal with it.

 Now, they’d been at the estate for a few hours. They’d settled in, unpacked, and had a bite to eat. The sun was starting to set, which meant they were getting ready to go outside. Kay was dead set on seeing the lightning bugs, and Kaz was hardly going to hold her back. And, perhaps, he was slightly excited to see them himself. He remembered Jordie catching a bunch of them in a jar one time after Kaz had woken up from a nightmare, only so he could set it down on his nightstand for him to watch as he fell asleep.

 Pulling on his coat, Kaz grabbed his cane, then turned towards Kay. “Are you ready?”

[alreadybrcken]

@littlelightningbvg​​​ said: “ "Daddy!" Kay exclaimed, her whole face lighting up when she saw him at the end of the hall. Breaking into a run, she threw her arms out and ran straight for him. (idk man, what can i say... she just missed him) “ {♛ x Random stuff in my Inbox ||  always accepting x}

 How exactly Kay had known that he was home, Tommy had no idea. He'd made sure to be quiet, had even parked further down in the driveway to make sure he wouldn't wake anyone up. And yet, somehow, there she was. Wide awake, and excited.

 Tommy was, too, of course. The past two weeks had been spent away on a business trip of sorts, and Polly had been looking after both Charlie and Kay. She knew he’d be back tonight, but he’d made her promise not to say anything. He had wanted to surprise the two of them by sitting at the dinner table in the morning, along with a handful of presents he’d brought back from his trip.

 But as he threw his suitcase carelessly aside and opened his arms to catch Kay, it was difficult to be mad that his surprise had been ruined. Wrapping his arms around her tiny frame as he picked her up, Tommy couldn’t help but smile. “Hey, love.” He ran his fingers through her hair and tucked some of it behind her ear as he let out a quiet, content sigh. It was good to be home.

 “Why are you awake, eh? I’m sure Aunt Pol put you to bed hours ago, didn’t she?”

[barrelcrow]

@littlelightningbvg said: “❝ your t-shirt’s inside out. ❞ “ {♠️ x the last of us (show) starters ||  accepting x}

"Hm? Oh," Kaz muttered, his voice heavy with sleep. Apparently he'd unintentionally fallen asleep at some point. One moment he was tending to a couple of broken ribs he'd sustained during a brawl with a few Razorgulls, and the next he was being woken up by Kay. 

For good reason. 

He'd told her not too long ago to come to him whenever the nightmares plagued him again so they could work through them together. And she had. And this time she'd called his name to wake him up, instead of just crawling into bed with him. But his brain was still so foggy that he'd grabbed the shirt next to his bed without paying much mind to if it was the wrong way around, or not. 

"So be it, then," Kaz finally shrugged, though not without a quiet wince as a result. Fixing it took far too much effort and demanded pain he wasn't willing to feel at the moment. "What's wrong?"

[barrelcrow]

@littlelightningbvg  said: “ ❝ they’re gonna catch us if we don’t run. ❞ " {♠️ x the last of us (show) starters ||  accepting x}

It was the middle of the night. Way past Kay's bedtime... If she were living in a normal household, anyway. Kaz — a thief, a gang leader, a criminal — on the other hand, couldn't care less when she went to bed. And the middle of the night? Perfect cover for what they were doing. 

Because recently, Kaz had taken it upon himself to teach Kay how to pick locks. Not because he wanted to utilize her in any way, shape, or form, but because it was a good distraction. He might not be able to teach her how to use and control her powers, but he could teach her how to keep her mind busy and engaged, and her hands focused on something delicate. It wasn't the perfect solution, but it was the only one he could offer; at least until he could get a hold of Nina — the only Grisha he'd entrust Kay with. 

Until now, they'd only been practicing on locks he had back at the Slat, but since neither of them had been able to sleep tonight, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to take it a step further. Of course, Kaz wasn't just going to take her somewhere there was an actual chance they'd get caught; he was neither stupid nor cruel enough for that. Kay was currently working on a lock of one of the safehouses in Fifth Harbour — Dregs territory. No one here would dare to say anything let alone interrupt them. However, there was some sort of commotion going on somewhere else. A fight perhaps, or some other crime in progress. Either way, it was something that seemed to attract the Stadwatch. They had no interest in them, but that didn't mean Kaz couldn't use it as a motivation. 

"Dregs don't run, and neither do we. So focus. The faster we get inside, the faster we're out of sight."

[vuulpecula]

✖ @littlelightningbvg inquired : 025 an unguarded barn that is too quiet to be trustworthy.

folk horror setting prompts | accepting ↳ 025 . an unguarded barn that is too quite to be trustworthy .

Old snow crunched under her boots, it was nearly melted, a slush of flakes and dirt. Fox held tightly to the little girls hand, leading her toward the large barn that stood abandoned in the middle of the field. Far enough away that the facility was no more than a smudge on the horizon, but not yet far enough that it felt wholly safe. One of the doors swung open in the wind.

Pausing, Fox knelt in the snow in front of Kayla, pulling the oversized coat around her shoulders tighter. "I need you to be brave little longer, can you do this for me, маленькая искра?" Her words came out as frost in the air, the English shaky. "Stay behind me, we do not know what is inside." She glanced toward the creaking door of the barn and hoped for nothing.

Even though the damp was seeping through her pants, numbing her knees, Fox waited to hear what the girl's answer would be.

[wcnka]

"What's chocolate?" (she's never had it because she was never allowed it at the lab 😭)

"You don't know what it is?!" Willy had come to terms with the fact that not everyone had tried chocolate — thanks to Noodle — but to have not even heard about it was eye-opening!

"Are you not allowed it?" He asked, leaning down just a bit because she was so small. "I know that kids shouldn't eat it all the time because they're still growing! I agree it's good to have it in moderation — like watching TV! But still... you don't even know what it is?"

Well, that just wouldn't do. He felt it was his duty to introduce the small child to chocolate, even if she might be going against her parents or guardians wishes. Sometimes, rules were meant to be broken and he considered this such an occasion.

"Just wait right there and I'll find you a good one to start off with." Turning to his temporary market stall that he'd set up in the square, his hand hovered over the many choices, figuring out the best one to go with. Nothing too overwhelming for her first taste.

"Now, you can't go wrong with a classic chocolate bar. How about this one?" He returned to Kay's side, presenting simply wrapped bar (he'd yet to finalize the packaging) and urged her to take it.

"It's free of charge, of course! The chocolate is split into sections: white, milk, and dark. It'll give you an idea of what each type is like. White is soft, rich, creamy, and very sweet— a mild choice for those who's palate don't do well with more intense flavors. Milk is the type most people tend to favor for its velvety, melt-in-your-mouth texture that feels like a lovely warm hug." Willy paused to crouch down and help her unwrap the bar. Now he was excited to see her try!

"And dark is richer, more bitter than the other two, so it might not be to your liking at first. Children tend not to think highly of it, often needing to wait until their tastebuds develop as they grow older."

That wasn't all the flavors that existed but it was the best starting point for someone who knew nothing about chocolate. Willy remained in his crouch but leaned back while she took the first bite. "Go on, tell me what you think."

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[jcssepinkman]

❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜

He brushed fingers over his bruised eye. "Oh, uh, no— no I'm okay. Just a bit clumsy is all, got a knock to the head, but I'm doin' okay. Not anything to worry about, you know?" Where the hell had this kid come from? Wasn't it too late for her to be wandering out here on her own? Jesse looked down the street, searching for anyone that might resemble a parent or older sibling.

"So, are your folks around? You waiting on them here? Because, like, you really shouldn't be out here on your own at night." He'd heard fucked up stories about kids being used to smuggle drugs across the border, but that shit didn't happen on this side, did it?

Unless this was some kind of new tactic used by the cops to bust up deals? Did the DEA use tricks like that? Shit, he had no idea. He couldn't see any suspiciously parked vehicles nearby, so maybe he was just being paranoid again.