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Feb. 26th, 2016 08:10 pmWhen Kaz had said he had met Matthias Helvar on the streets of Darrow, Inej had laughed. Of all the people they know back home to show up here, it has to be the one they knew least. (Not that Inej and Kaz, the spider and her schemer, didn't know anybody they worked with.) Of all the people from their world to show up here, it has to be the one that hates magic, that hates excess, that hates anything that doesn't fit into his narrow world view.
Inej waits a day or two for Matthias to settle in and suffer (or make life difficult for himself) before stopping by to say hello.
It's still winter and so the sun sets early. She can prowl around on the rooftops of Darrow at ten o'clock, careful of the ambient light of the city but safe in the growing shadows. She climbs all the way down to the window of his third story apartment, a ridiculously easy job, and perches herself on the window sill. The lights are on and warm, but the space itself seems quiet.
She taps at the window with a gloved finger.
Inej waits a day or two for Matthias to settle in and suffer (or make life difficult for himself) before stopping by to say hello.
It's still winter and so the sun sets early. She can prowl around on the rooftops of Darrow at ten o'clock, careful of the ambient light of the city but safe in the growing shadows. She climbs all the way down to the window of his third story apartment, a ridiculously easy job, and perches herself on the window sill. The lights are on and warm, but the space itself seems quiet.
She taps at the window with a gloved finger.
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Feb. 14th, 2016 12:00 pmIt's something called Valentine's Day and Inej has chocolates.
To be precise, it's Saint Valentine's Day, but Inej has never heard of a Saint Valentine and she can't imagine what any saint has to do with big red hearts, roses, teddy bears and chocolates. But those are the things flooding the stores right now, what everyone has in their arms as they scurry off to spend time with their loved ones. It's too curious to watch so many people, at least in name, celebrating a saint of any kind for Inej to feel troubled by the fact that she doesn't have a loved one to spend the day with. With everything that's happened in such a short amount of time, it barely even registers.
She has Kaz, as much as she's ever had Kaz. She spends her days with him and most of the time it's as it ever was. Inej stares out the window now and doesn't befriend the pigeons but dreams of the sea. But she's still there, sharing space and time with Kaz. That helps.
The holiday means next to nothing to her and she has no secret yearning for a lover, but the chocolates in one particular shop look exquisite. Carefully crafted truffles, fruity fillings so rich she could smell them in the box, mixing with the scent of dark chocolate. Inej gives in and buys a small box, six in all. Three for her and three for Kaz. It's a small indulgence but it puts an extra spring in her step as she heads back to the apartment building they share. She bounds up the eight floors to Kaz's apartment without pause and wraps her knuckles on his door.
"Open up, Kaz," she calls. He'll know it's her, he always does. She doesn't need him to open the door for her. But she likes to give a warning. This isn't the Barrel. She's still not used to the way of living here.
To be precise, it's Saint Valentine's Day, but Inej has never heard of a Saint Valentine and she can't imagine what any saint has to do with big red hearts, roses, teddy bears and chocolates. But those are the things flooding the stores right now, what everyone has in their arms as they scurry off to spend time with their loved ones. It's too curious to watch so many people, at least in name, celebrating a saint of any kind for Inej to feel troubled by the fact that she doesn't have a loved one to spend the day with. With everything that's happened in such a short amount of time, it barely even registers.
She has Kaz, as much as she's ever had Kaz. She spends her days with him and most of the time it's as it ever was. Inej stares out the window now and doesn't befriend the pigeons but dreams of the sea. But she's still there, sharing space and time with Kaz. That helps.
The holiday means next to nothing to her and she has no secret yearning for a lover, but the chocolates in one particular shop look exquisite. Carefully crafted truffles, fruity fillings so rich she could smell them in the box, mixing with the scent of dark chocolate. Inej gives in and buys a small box, six in all. Three for her and three for Kaz. It's a small indulgence but it puts an extra spring in her step as she heads back to the apartment building they share. She bounds up the eight floors to Kaz's apartment without pause and wraps her knuckles on his door.
"Open up, Kaz," she calls. He'll know it's her, he always does. She doesn't need him to open the door for her. But she likes to give a warning. This isn't the Barrel. She's still not used to the way of living here.
