Watching Wilbur's final stream with Tallulah was a different kind of pain. He kept telling her all these things they would do when he gets back and that was so sad it actually had me tearing up.
I was nearly crying over a pixelated egg... Which should be embarrassing but I don't even care at this point.
Then there was him repeating how he just had this feeling she was gonna be okay, that whatever happens sunday she'll be alright and he'll see her again. That really stuck with me.
Wilbur told Tallulah "We've had some cool adventures, this is just chapter 1." And yet somehow it feels like the book has been closed forever.
Each of the egg's chapters being finished, adding the final words. The book being set in its place on the shelf.
Chayanne asking what will happen if Missa returns and he's no longer there.
Leo asking Roier and Bad to take care of their parents for them when they're gone.
All the unknowns of tomorrow.
My lord I'm gonna be a wreck.
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"Report."
Keeg stands in the back of the small group of Dregs nervously twitching back and forth from foot to foot. He's still new to this. Operating directly under the gang's leader rather than reporting to any number of middlemen.
He watches anxious, as the others sound off the numbers of patrons, intake of Kruge, and the number of various supplies to this establishment or any other they might own.
Roeder abnormally twitchy seems to cower under the gaze of the man behind the desk. He mumbles his record of how things are going in the warehouse district and is hasty trying to switch one word for another. One more likely to please.
Everyone flinches as Dirtyhands slams his can to the floor. A resounding boom of anger or annoyance.
"Out. All of you, except Keeg. Anika."
The leading members of the Dregs file out quickly, although not fast enough to hide the frightened sheen of sweat coating Roeder's forehead. And the look of pure relief gracing his features.
The Bastard of the Barrel has only grown more infamous in the past two years. There's a palpable tension that lingers in the air around him. Almost like he secretes fear.
He feels Anika's fingers latch onto his sleeve, empowered by the show of unity he takes a step forward.
Dirtyhands reaches out with a gloved hand to stroke the statue still crow perched on his arm rest.
The creature unnerves Keeg, with its pitch colored eyes and unnatural stillness. Despite the fact it's been at Brekker's side for over a year now, Keeg can't help the wave of rising panic as it stares at him.
"You have news? My Wraith?"
Keeg and Anika share a look, equal parts terror and pain. This question is laced with its own weight of dread. It mixes with the fear already settled in his gut and Keeg thinks he might throw up all over his newly polished shoes.
His eyes flick back to the man and crow before him, worried they might have noticed the exchange. But Brekker's pallid faced is entranced by the large black bird. In this at least, Keeg feels relief.
"No. No word sir. Not yet." Anika answers for both of them.
Keeg swallows around the tightness in his throat. No matter the number of times the answer remains the same. He braces himself for the reaction.
Brekker frowns slightly at first, mouth puckering like he's tasted something sour and unpleasant.
"No matter."
Dirtyhands turns to the two of them, his face almost childlike in its sudden brightness. A look that should be calming rather then disheartening, because while his lips are tilted in shy grin his eyes remain vacant and lifeless.
"We'll her from her soon, my Inej never keeps me waiting long."
The purity of his features collapses as if he’s realized the falsity of the statement.
"My Inej..." he murmurs. Lost. Broken.
He shakes his head. Like he's lost his train of thought.
When he raises it again, his normal stoic demeanor has slid back into place.
"If that's all, you're dismissed."
Dirtyhands returns to the avalanche of papers and ledgers spread across his desk.
A quick glance at Anika and Keeg hurries them out of the office before she can break.
The door clicks closed behind them and she practically sags into him.
"How much longer? When will he remember?"
Keeg grips her tightly, "I don't think the mind heals so easily."
Anika, normally strong and unbreakable, let's a single sob escape into the fabric on his shoulder. His heart tightens.
The pain was harsh for all of them, a gaping hole with no means to fill it, but Dirtyhands had suffered the most from it. His mind didn't, couldn't, wouldn't handle it. Pushing the reality of it away and embracing the fantasy instead.
But Keeg still feared, because the day Kaz Brekker excepted the death of Inej Ghafa was the day the world would burn to ash.
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Oh bite marks. His arms would be covered in them, as he tried to fight off the ones trying to get to him. And part of his ear would be missing from a very close encounter - @boatem
AKDKCJSKAK OHHHHH YES. THE MISSING PIECE OF HIS EAR - HIS HEARING ON THAT SIDE IS A BIT WORSE, CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT THE EAR IS LIKE A REVERSE MEGAPHONE. MISSING A PIECE WOULD MAKE CATCHING THE SOUND A BIT WORSE OBV, SO THE SOUND ESCAPES HIM
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Oh how does it feel that the voice you once loved gives you fear
How comments about the situattion just destroy you
How everything that mayes you remember them it’s unbearable
Then, was it really not your fault?
Context 1: what happened
Context 2: Anne?
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Eleanor being Custos of Ghouls. Present for Terzo's removal & having to calm his ghouls, specifically Omega. :}
She gets real injured in going toe-to-toe with a ghoul.
But also: Dewdrop is there (as a young water ghoul) & gets fucking messed up mentally watching two of the calmest people he knew(also real close friends) duking it out. One blinded by grief & the other desperate to not lose more.
It's largely one-sided & Eleanor is going to die. She's human. Of course. Those horns of hers are plastic. Just sewn into her hat. She shouldn't be trying to fight him, let alone grapple the beast. Digging her heels in to the stone as always. Like she would when she'd futilely try to stop Omega from chasing after Terzo because they had work to do. Shit.
Until something cracks & Omega's clawing at her back turns into grasping, into a crushing grip, into a desperate hug. Omega never sobbed before. Fuck.
Dew is just watching. He's never felt more alone, & it's not just the severed tie to their Papa. These two are untouchable but together. He's untethered. Drifting.
He doesn't even register the smell of blood that pools from Eleanor until Omega's voice forms the question of her name.
That shade of red fucking does not suit her.
Definitely could be an instigating moment in Dew's element shift. :}
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