#unlikelyescapes

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@unlikelyescapes // @vcnsunshine

“I hear Wylan’s getting a dog?”

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[text:] what, pray tell, the fuck (unlikelyescapes)

@unlikelyescapes// Call me, beep me

[text Kaz]: care to elaborate?

[text Kaz]: I was out all night. I have no clue what you’re talking about.

[vcnsunshine]

[text:] Dogs are better than boys and that’s just a fact. I don't care what you think. (unlikelyescapes)

[text: kb]: Well that’s a shame because this is one time I agree with you.[text: kb]: can we get a dog ??

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“Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch.” -unlikelyescapes

@unlikelyescapes // Local mun is a swiftie at heart

       Gravity pulls her forward, slowly, slowly, slowly, until they’re inches apart, sharing one another’s breaths, but not touching. Her heart rises and lodges itself into her throat and she repeats a steady mantra in her head: Kaz, Kaz, Kaz. His name will keep her grounded and in this moment, not the past that freezes her limbs and seizes her in its sudden clutches. 

        His breaths are against her lips, a phantom touch and it feels as if he is the center of the universe in this moment. He is unavoidable, the tide against her ship on the open water, the wind pushing at her open sails. Her eyes are still open, studying the lines of his jaw and the bow of his lips. Kiss me, she doesn’t say and waits for him to either pull back or lean forward. There is a gossamer thread between them, a tightrope, and she will make him take the first step. 

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“I wouldn’t eat that. Trust me.” -unlikelyescapes

A moments pause, hand hovering over the sadly tempting plate of pastries. The job has been rough and Wylan is starving, as are most of their crew, he’s sure. Still, a warning from Kaz is enough to halt his hunger, dread taking it’s place. His hand snaps back as if the very air around the food burns – which it may well might.

“What did you do to it?”

And thank you for not letting me be a test subject. The Merchling eyes the morsels with a scientific curiosity, trying to find some sign of outward modification. They look perfectly normal. Whoever these are for won’t see it coming. Against his better morals, a familiar but grudging respect for their leader rears its head. A mind like Kaz Brekkers is incredible (and poisonous), and despite himself, he wishes only to one day be able to compare.

Perhaps that’s not the best thing to wish for.