#rietveild

[pistolslinger]

(violently and with aggression) jesper.......

i brought you chicken nugget

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

@rietveild sent “  you’re embarrassing yourself. it looks desperate.  ”

how was she meant to look when she was trailing kaz brekker through the barrel? she knew she wasn't safe, and it didn't make her feel any better to have her only protection be someone she knew didn't like her at all. she sniffled, the smells and smoke of the streets making her nose red and itchy. alys took a careful step around something unsavory on the cobblestones. why couldn't have wylan, jesper or the pretty heartrender been the one to escort her. at least they seemed to like her and didn't yell at her. "i am desperate. i want to go home. i'm not meant to be here and i don't understand why you need my help! couldn't we have met somewhere nice, with a fireplace and no street people?"

[konagakure]

🍃       ↺    ﹙   @rietveild​  ﹚      ﹒ "you are always stronger than people suspect." for hina bina something something she just knocked or k*led a group of people with him <3 he says it dryly but know he means it as a compliment <3 it’s his redemption

the dying pulse of their attacker fades into her fingertips. yes, they praised the heartrenders' brutal ways, attributing their abilities to the small sciences –– but they didn’t tell of the human side of it. the quickening pulse of someone who knows they’re about to die reverberating in your being as you drain the life from them. the adrenaline that floods as they begin to fight   (  is it yours or theirs? are you empathizing with the prey or are you the bloodthirsty predator?  )   the power guilt feeling that came with knowing you could take someone’s life without ever touching them. 

“ pl-please. ” scarlet blood trickles from his parchment white lips. hinata takes his last breath into her lungs and expels it. his eyes roll into the back of his head. he crumples onto the ground, limbs folded in on themselves like a petrified spider. the surge dies down and hinata feels it  ––– the cold that always came. 

she drops her hands feeling no sense of pride in kaz’s words. it had to be done. this man seconds before he begged for his life used those same lips to taunt and tease her. his favorite horror tale to spin was the horrid things the people he intended to sell her sister would do. as forgiving as she was, she had little pity for those who threatened her own. “ stronger than you suspect, kaz brekker. ”

[violatile]

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she  had  a  lot  of  freedom  back  then  and  not  because  her  environment  was  safer         few  children  had  been  allowed  to  roam  as  much  as  she  was.  then  again,  few  children  were  abandoned  and  left  to  die  in  the  streets  of  the  barrel  like  she  was.  though  she  would  never  say  it  to  his  face,  without  kaz  extending  a  gloved  hand  (  and  an  icy  glare  that  did  little  to  unnerve  her.  evil  had  stared  directly  into  her  core  more  times  than  she  could  count.  without  the  proper  schooling,  she  couldn’t  count  very  high  anyway  )  to  her  years  ago,  the  barrel  would  have  eventually  eaten  her  alive.  

it  just  so  happened  the  moment  her  luck  ran  out,  the  moment  her  life  flashed  in  front  of  her  eyes  because  she  swindled  with  the  wrong  person,  kaz  brekker  happened  to  be  there.  for  some  reason  (  if  she  believed  in  gods,  she  might  have  attributed  her  good  fortune  to  them.  but  there  were  no  gods  in  a  world  that  would  treat  her  like  it  did.  only  luck,  and  even  that  she  had  to  manufacture  on  her  own.  it  was  all  an  illusion  ),  instead  of  killing  her  too,  he  took  her,  albeit  it  was  anything  but  hearty.  hardened  beings,  there  was  no  warm  welcome  or  gushing  thank  yous.  just  a  curt,  “  you’ll  sleep  here.  ”  and  the  door  closing  behind  her.

so,  in  exchange  for  food  to  eat,  a  bed  to  sleep  in  and  an  insulated  place  to  call  home,  she  ran  jobs  for  him,  as  did  the  rest  of  them.  never  needing  a  reason,  only  needing  the  word,  whatever  kaz  said  to  do,  she  did.  very  quickly  she  had  learned:  the  less  questions  the  better  and  that  was  more  than  fine  with  her.  small  talk  had  never  been  one  of  her  strong  suits.  in  fact,  she  preferred  to  stay  silent  most  days.  still,  she  was  far  from  the  perfect  little  errand  girl.  the  barrel  had  made  her  a  matchstick,  the  slightest  thing  able  to  set  her  ablaze:  and  that  got  her  in  trouble  more  times  than  she’d  like  to  admit.  

“  i  don’t  understand  why  you’re  upset.  ”  he  seemed  to  always  be  and  though  that  was  something  she  could  relate  to,  walking  on  eggshells  in  her  heavy  shoes  got  exhausting.  she  stands  across  from  his  desk,  arms  crossed,  gaze  blank.  “  i  did  what  you  said.  what  you  wanted.  the  job  is  done.  ”

[lovegrisha]

anonymous said… throwing a whole bucket of love at macy ( @drakoroleva & @ineij & @corpseralki ) because she beautifully writes not one but 3 different characters, she was one of the first gv blogs i followed and since i’m here i have no shame in admitting i have . watched her #Kanej with @rietveild (SUPER TALENTED KAZ BTW) and might. be too invested. will also never forgive macy and tas @krashaya for the death prompts they did for genya and zoya, so beautiful and painful 😃 CURRENTLY NOW FALLING IN LOVE WITH NAT @pistolslinger’s THREADS WITH MACY TOO BECAUSE INEJ AND JESPER MY FAVORITE BROMANCE

[ineij]

@rietveild​     :     VOLUMES.   GAZE  AT  MY  MUSE  IN  A  WAY  THAT  SILENTLY  SAYS   “ I  LOVE  YOU ”.

               the kitchen was loud with clattering dishes and running water,   indistinct chatter from her mother as she recounted tales of her own childhood,   and boisterous laughter from her father as he somehow found one of kaz’s remarks amusing.    the small space was warm with heat from the fire burning,   heavy with the scent of various spices of family recipes.    her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to dinner,   insisting that kaz would be an esteemed guest.    she supposed they wanted to give proper thanks to the man who protected her,   even if she and kaz both knew it was far more complex than such.   

              she watched as her father instructed kaz with the soup,   complimenting his chopping skills with the produce.    inej was helping with the seasoning and meat,   surprised to find she still knew how to properly prepare the dish despite it being years since she last helped in the kitchen.    a silent laugh bubbled in her throat as she realized they were preparing the same dish kaz had once made for her back in the barrel.    

              despite being in the same room the majority of the night,   she felt like she hardly got the chance to talk to kaz,   the space filled with questions from her parents.    shockingly enough,   she was certain they liked him,   adored him,   even.

              looking up again,   heat spread across her cheeks as she caught his gaze,   ivories biting down on her bottom lip.    she’d worked with kaz long enough to find a language in his eyes,   and long enough to share it with him.          i love you.          her heart skipped a beat,   breath caught in her throat as her head dipped the slightest,   ends of brims curving upwards.          i love you too.

[infernil]

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“My god, I’m so lonely.”

[petervel]

KAZ :   i’m a meddler,   not a fool.   /   @rietveild​.   accepting.

the assertion comes as a surprise ;   it catches peter’s breath on his lips and squeezes until any   &   all of his meticulously-planned remarks finally die in his throat.   kaz may not be a fool   —   but will it change his fate ?   ❛ alright, ❜   he says finally,   jaw set.   ❛ then prove it. ❜