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@terribletruths
this is an independent and private writing blog for inej ghafa from the six of crows duology. primarily book based. inej ghafa, the wraith, little lynx, captain ghafa. raised in ravka, survived in ketterdam. loved by lilly (she/her, 23).
i just quit my toxic job that was awful for the mental health and i miss soc and all the crows so i will be revamping and coming back!
there isn’t anyone like her...
kettrdamned , kaz
‘ you seem well. ’
he doesn’t have to look to know that it’s her. there are the familiar signs of her presence : a gentle breeze from a previous un - opened window ruffling the paperwork stacked neatly at his desk, sending a chill through the room despite the humidity that hangs heavy in the air; the soft pad of her feet against hardwood, soundless to anyone not listening for it, anyone except for him, who would know her anywhere.
it scares him how easily he falls into their old routine. there has always been some soft, unspoken thing between them. it bubbled in kaz’s chest, a demanding thing begging to be seen, aching to be near her, to touch her, to find solace in her [ . . . ] it was the sort of feeling he’d learned to ignore [ feelings like these got you killed in the barrel ], & he’d thought time away would do him well, would squash these feelings of greed towards her, yet he finds the familiar signs of her entrance still leave him feeling as if there are sparks igniting in his chest.
❝ i wasn’t sure if you ––– ❞ something between greed & accusation coats his tone. he pauses, tries again [ . . . ] something softer, barely noticed. ❝ i sent letters.❞
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for so long, inej imagined her life outside of ketterdam, free as a bird to spread her wings and explore the seas. she never thought she would grow attached to the lives she grown close to in her indenture, including kaz. she never thought that she would see a crack in his armor, or a softer edge to him -- but as time carried on, he surprised even her. when inej takes to the seas again, her heart aches for the people she leaves behind -- jesper and his witty jokes that can make anyone smile even in the damnest moments; wylan and his intellect that amazes her; nina whose strength inej carries with her everyday; and one day, she hopes to find where matthias is buried and kiss the stone. but she also leaves behind kaz: a story that could have been, but they were just a little too late. two ships in passing -- her wraith, and his city.
she received the letters he speaks of, and a glint of guilt flashes across her features. time after time, she wanted to write back -- but every time she held the pen, she has never been able to find the same poetic hum that she always felt whenever she would read and re-read in his letters. she keeps them tucked in a drawer in her desk on the wraith, tucked away for her to turn to when she finds herself longing for kaz. nothing she wrote ever felt good enough to send to kaz; futile ‘lest she were to stand in front of him. inej wanted to tell kaz about the islands she has visited, the beautiful nature that engulfs her, and the characters she meets whenever she docks. she wanted to tell him everything. but she wanted to do it in person, and read every line that bleeds to his war torn countenance, and understand all the whispers of him.
“i’ve received them,” inej confirms, timbre soft but firm. as if she needs to be strong in the face of kaz. even now, she can feel her steely resolve waver -- it always does with him. raw vulnerability seeps into the air, but inej doesn’t look away from the other. “and how are you, kaz? are you well?” or do you sometimes find yourself looking to your side, expecting the ghost of me -- just like i do with you?
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what amount of prayer can forgive murder?
crowgreeds , kaz
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“Could you be happy here with me?”
They haven’t ever dared speak these words out loud before, even though they have crossed his mind many, many times over the time spent around her, having chosen that it was better, easier that they remain within them. He kept them close and burning in his chest whenever he saw Inej, never to be spoken where the wraith or anyone for that matter could hear. It is a selfish want of his for her to stay near him, but Inej didn’t belong to him — she didn’t belong to anybody — and it had felt wrong to speak these words that eat at him so.
So why is he speaking them now?
They slip out without his meaning for them to, just as Inej is turning to depart, to disappear amongst the waves once again while he simply watches her go. He can see her surprise in the tension of her frame alone even before she turns to face him and his jaw tightens. Foolish, stupid, all things they seem to become when she is around. If they could snatch the words back out of the air they would, but they can’t take back this shred of vulnerability and under her dark gaze he feels exposed. Like she can see clearly the part of him that aches whenever she goes, that yearns to have her near, that wonders if he could make her happy if she did, being the crooked man that he is. He isn’t the good man that he often feels like she wants him to be, and he’s tried, for her, but Kaz Brekker isn’t built to be like that.
It’s now that he turns his head away, unable to meet her eyes any longer, hands gripping his cane tight. “…Forget that I said anything.” He says finally. “There is supposed to be a really bad storm rolling in tomorrow, if you want to make it out of the harbour before it hits you should leave now.”
the question leaves her with pause, her gait slowing to a stop and her breath still. nerves rushes throughout her system like a wave damning to drown her, overwhelm her because that’s what kaz brekker does -- he overwhelms you. he’s seeps into your very being and pollutes you in the best way possible. it consumes inej entirely, and her inky lashes dusts along her cheeks as she closes her eyelids, look inward to find her steely resolve once more, before she turns to face him. his dark eyes always pierce through her, crumbling her armor every time she’s within his orbit. too much history runs between them like water, engulfing every memory that they share. just as her lips part to respond, honestly and earnestly, he fumbles over the question entirely, and it pains her. it reminds her that perhaps in the end prayers for dirtyhands and wishes for kaz wouldn’t be enough.
“do you want to swallow back the words you uttered to me?” inej asks, gaze sharpening as it narrows onto him. could you be happy here with me? ( was he hopeful still, too? does he also yearn for a life that they could share, healing together? ) she steps towards him, but still keeps the distance between them -- they always found comfort in the space. “do you truly regret the question? or do you want to know the answer?” she asks, but her timbre drips with raw emotions that consumes her like a storm. like a dam straining to break. brows knit together, and the back of her eyes start to burn hot, but she grinds her pearl crowns together to fight against the current. “ask me again, kaz.” she nearly begs, but inej is not one to grovel. forget about the storm rolling in to the lips of ketterdam; there’s already one brewing in the city the longer they stand there together.
she was the wraith
a thought: nina and inej braiding each other’s hair
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her heart mourns for jesper sometimes. aches when she sees him find his way back to warming a seat at the tables in the club. jesper’s charms are a weapon, ‘lest his pistols are by his sides. dark brows pull together as she stands with him in the streets now, her brown optics flitting over the sharp lines of his features. they have a mission to complete, another heist to add to their belts. “if you leave now, you get nothing.”
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"just tell me my cut of the money and i’ll be out of here." the statement comes with a slice in the undercurrents of her timbre, a jagged knife wearing down to dull. she knows whatever her cut may be, the entirety of it will go into paying off her indenture. she longs for the day when she is no longer tethered to a contract, but rather able to spread her wings and see the world that people at the harbor sing about.
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for some reason, those words comforted her. better terrible truths than kind lies.
GET TO KNOW ME MEME: 1/5 FEMALE CHARACTERS — INEJ GHAFA
We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.
i feel like i should note that inej doesn’t see heleen and kaz the same at all. the last post started off as me loving how inej understands a whisper of kaz (the only whisper that he will let her understand), until i realized that it was her trauma why she listens for the rhythm. she doesn’t just do it with kaz, she will do it to everyone around her. even jesper by his saunter and other cues, to figure out if he lost another round of gambling, or if he’s feeling his luck. she’s fairly good at reading body language and understanding moods in a room to determine how a person is feeling, or using other cues to figure it out.
inej sitting on the window still of kaz’s office, listening for what kind of day kaz had just by the rhythm of his cane.
