i will forever be tossing and turning restlessly in my bed thinking about how kaz and wylan act as parallel lines, never quite intersecting but still managing as cruel mirrors to each other, a slap in the face of who they both could’ve been.
mirrors. kaz rietveld brekker and wylan van eck hendricks.
two boys who had been the fools lackeyed by a man’s pride. two boys, both coaxed into a sense of false security before it was stripped away to leave them hopeless and sinking before death’s door. two boys who fought the pull of the ketterdam harbor and came out anew. reborn.
wylan who had despised kaz's callousness, kaz who had scowled at wylan's naivety. wylan who had begrudgingly learned the language of scheming and deception but maintained his goodness, kaz who begrudgingly learned the ways of softness and vulnerability but maintained his street-learned ruthlessness.
wylan being who kaz would've been if he had found people to care for him at his lowest, kaz being who wylan could’ve been if he had not been taken in by the crows.
both kaz brekker and wylan van eck had crawled their way out of the dooming waters of the ketterdam harbor, but only one of them would’ve found a home so soon after.
