@eterneaty asked: ‘ things will work out, but good things take time. ’ - nina and kaz during their sessions maybe bc that's all i'm thinking about now / warm suggestions.
𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, the water rising around him and the cold, sick feeling that accompanies it. kaz finds himself more angry than panicked this time though — it’s been weeks and still he can’t hold back the nausea, backing away from nina like a wounded animal. it had barely been a minute, and she’d had the gloves on. and he wants to say: this isn’t working. there’s no point. THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF THING YOU FIX. but nina’s too stubborn to let this go now that they’ve started. (there’s a part of him unwilling to give up either, despite his hands shaking, clenched into tight fists). unable to even look at her as she speaks, the thief lets out a frustrated noise, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him. “you forget i am known for my LACK OF PATIENCE.” saints, how he tries to make the words sound bitter, but he thinks it only sounds broken. FOCUS ON MY VOICE. / just breathe kaz, it’s alright. he doesn’t know how nina managed this kindness, but with gritted teeth, he forces himself to look back to her.
“𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 like anything’s changed, nina.” a lie; he’s sitting here with his gloves off in front of her, and even if he’d balked, it was more than he could have handled before. (more than he ever thought he’d be able to manage). cold eyes focus on the heartrender, and he shakes his head. there’s some truth he’s already accepted too. UNTIL HE TALKS ABOUT JORDIE, they’re always going to feel like they’re running into a brick wall. “and i wouldn’t want to waste your time.” there’s the reaction, screaming to push her away. everything would be so much easier if there weren’t people who insisted on caring. (WHAT A SAD THOUGHT THAT IS, KAZ). he blinks, forcing the voice down. “now stop looking at me like that.” with hope, with optimism, things he knows get you killed.