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starlessmistake · 4 months
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the women of shadow and bone >>>>>>>>>>>>>
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Kaz: This is my girlfriend Inej.
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renegadesstuff · 8 months
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I need the spin off to see their friendship develop 💖
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sissytobitch10seconds · 5 months
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Be My Own
Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows Summary: Inej has had her freedom in the form of her invisible wings and her ship for quite a while. All it takes is one hand in the wrong place from the wrong person for her to feel it all being taken from her. Warnings: Past sexual slavery, past kidnapping, PTSD, flashbacks, self harm, and dissociation Word Count: 4,814 Ship(s): Inej Ghafa/Nina Zenik/Kaz Brekker/Matthias Helvar/Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck
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A/N: I know that this is pretty similar to the one that I wrote for Kaz but I tried to have Inej dissociate more than have flashbacks necessarily. I also tried to be as respectful to Inej's trauma as I could be while also drawing from my own experience with sexual abuse, so hopefully this comes off okay. This one is pretty heavy, so be warned before you go in. Heed the warnings! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
The sea breeze always whipped the edges of her hair back in a mad frenzy. It reminded her of what it was like to walk the highest of high wires, the ones that she had strung up between the silos all those years ago. She found it a little endearing that her hair was the only part of her body that she wasn’t able to command like a Grisha. No matter how many times she smoothed it back into increasingly elaborate braids and cages, the smaller strands around her face escaped so that they could grasp her ears and cheeks.
The smell reminded her of both of the homes that she had known before she had come in possession of the Wraith. Back in Ravka, her family had moved along the coast very often when they were going between cities. The beach had been one of her aunt’s favorite places, so the uncle that was married to her would try his best to persuade the family to stay and practice there for as long as they could. The sea there had smelled crisp and fresh in a way that she had only experienced when she was out sailing on it. Back in the other home that she had known, in Ketterdam, it smelled almost black and foul with the heaviness of the trade that happened there. The crisp bite of the saltwater was tainted by boats and the fish that they carried from deep within the sea.
That was the scent that they were approaching now, but they were still far enough away that she was drowning in memories of being a child. She could let her heart sing back to the place that had taught her everything she needed to know for scaling the crows’ nest to spot land before they hit it and watching for other ships, while staring dead ahead at the place that had taught her how to take down slavers without so much as giving them a second thought.
She walked from the prow of the boat over to the side, where she folded her arms and leaned heavily on the railing. She watched as the dark blue water turned aqua and then white, lapping at the paint that spelled out the name of her boat. They would have to repaint it soon, just so that every slaver and druskelle ship that they encountered knew who was taking them down.
Inej was jerked from her thoughts when another body joined her. She turned and smiled when she heard the familiar voice say, “Captain.”
“First mate,” she greeted with a gentle head tilt in reply. Jessie was a young boy but he was the best sailor in the entire crew. Allegedly, his mother had chosen to give him up and abandoned him at one of the sea master's houses with a note pinned to the front of his baby blanket. Even he himself didn’t know if that was actually the truth or if that was just the romantic nonsense that was left over after years of it being passed around. He was taller than Inej by a head and covered with the same wiry muscles that her brother and cousins had been. He was also the only sailor on her ship that got to sing the Song of the Drowning, which was an old Kerch song said to bring misfortune to those that hadn’t survived a sunken ship if they were to sing even a note from it, inland or not.
“Are you excited to be back in Kerch?” Jessie asked, kicking at the desk with the toe of his boot. He reminded Inej of Jesper in that way, he always had to be moving. She assumed that it was because he had grown up on boats and the constant motion had been a necessity, but it might have also just been a Fabrikator trait.
“Of course I am,” she beamed. They were heading back a little ahead of schedule because they had come across a stream of slaver ships and their decks were full of the people that they had helped rescue. Most of them were Kerch Grisha who wanted to return to their homes despite the risk that came with that. Inej respected the freedom of choice from every single person that she and her crew rescued, even if she knew that she was bringing them back to certain death. They had left a double handful in Ravka which meant they were a little less crowded for space, but there was no way that they could complete their mission and possibly load more people onto their boat. “Are you?” Inej asked, watching his posture.
“Yeah,” he gave a decisive nod. “I feel like I haven’t seen Katie in forever. I’m going to ask her to marry me one of these days, when I have enough money to buy her a proper Kerch ring. I wanted to make something but I just don’t think that I’m good enough.”
She sized him up for a second, trying to figure out what would soothe him best. She knew that Katie was the girl that was always waiting back for him in the harbor, the one that Kaz knew was the best at growing and making poisons in the entirety of the Barrel and maybe even Kerch. That was how she had found out about Jessie in the first place, and it was just luck that he hadn’t picked a crew after his last one had been swallowed by the waves when she wanted to recruit him. “When I proposed to my girl,” she started, watching him again to see what his reaction was. The rest of the crew was aware that she had a partner of some sort, someone she always returned to when they went inland, but none of them had ever bothered to pry to find out who it was.
“You have a girl, Captain?” he asked, raising one of those mischievous teenage brows at her.
“Is that surprising to you?” Inej couldn’t help the smile that was spreading across her face. She desperately wanted to be able to find her brother, but Jessie reminded her enough of him that it soothed the ache during the long voyages while they were saving other people.
Jessie stood back and looked her over like he was trying to solve a particularly interesting puzzle. “Nah, I don’t think so. You look like the type to have a girl, I just never thought of it before.”
“Where did you think I was always rushing off to when we docked?” she laughed.
“I guess I just assumed that you had a large collection of pet snakes that you didn’t want to leave on their own for too long,” he shrugged.
She snorted and then knocked their shoulders together. He grinned back at her and leaned against the railing of the boat like she was. They were quiet for a bit before Inej said, “When you propose, don’t worry too much about the ring. Do it some place that you both find romantic and speak to her from your heart. If she really does love you then it won’t matter what kind of jewelry she gets to wear around her neck while she’s working.”
While she spoke, she brought her hand up to the earrings that decorated her left ear. It was a tradition of her people, since they worked with their hands, to pierce the ears when they took partners. Inej had one for each spouse, which she had gotten after she had proposed to them or they had proposed to her. Legally she was only married to Kaz, but spiritually she knew that her Saints had acknowledged her relationship with all five of them. She hadn’t proposed with any jewelry because there were different customs for each of them, even Kaz and Wylan had grown up in completely different circles. Instead they had gone out and picked what they had thought fit them best.
Matthias had given her something that was made out of steal, hard but still shiny and beautiful. Kaz had given her something that looked like a talon and was made out of silver, refusing to buy gold. Jesper had given her something that he had made himself, shiny and a little lopsided and made from stone. Wylan had given her something that was made from a chemical compound and hung off of her ear like a water droplet that would never fall. Nina had given her something close to a ring that she wore at the very bottom of her ear. She cherished every single one of them and only took them out when she needed to disguise herself or clean the jewelry.
She let out a little sigh when one of the other members of her crew called Jessie away so that he could help with something. They were nearing the harbor faster than they had been before as the wind picked up with an oncoming storm, which meant that it was going to be all hands on deck sooner than she had anticipated. She let her thoughts whisk her away as she fell into the steps that she had so many times before, working with her crew the same way that she always did when they were pulling into dock.
The refugees were shuttled over to whatever embassy they needed, escorted by lower ranking members of her crew, and Inej was free to leave them. Jessie and Katie had already found each other again because she always had the almost uncanny ability to tell when he was coming back home, even when they were off schedule.
Inej was excited to be back in the arms of her own lovers, so left many of the things that she would want back in her cabin to collect later so she could get back home sooner. She stuck to the shadows and checked out every single building that she walked by like she always did when she was back in Ketterdam. When she was on her ship, it became the Wraith, the known danger and threat that hurt people who abused their power, but when she stepped off of it she took that spirit back into her.
She was apparently distracted enough with the conversation that she had with her first mate and thoughts of her spouses to not notice that another body was barrelling towards her. She only became aware of it when a hand wrapped around her waist and a broad chest that she didn’t recognize was pressed all the way up her torso to the point where it echoed over her head.
The hairs on her arms stood up while every muscle in her body shifted into a rigid, totally inflexible state. She was frozen in place like her feet were unable to move, to help her get away from the feeling that was spreading out from the deepest point of her gut. She was trapped in place, in her body, even though she had long since learned how to be free. Her jaw set and her eyes stared down at the ground. It felt like a million little bugs had come awake just underneath her skin and then had begun skittering and moving around so that nothing felt like it was under her control anymore.
Inej felt her soul seize up in her body until she felt it recede back into the dark place in her mind that she had utilized when she was working back in the Menagerie. It had been years and years since that had happened, but that space was always lurking in the background to bring her back into its comforting arms.
She stayed back in that place in her mind even after the body hurriedly moved off of her. It was like she was watching the entire world move around in through a screen, unable to reach out or scream or get the help she needed. She jerked slightly when the body moved off of her and her hand instinctively reached down so that she was gripping the handle of one of her knives.
“I’m so sorry, I thought that you were my wife, the two of you are about the same height,” the man that had reached around her explained. He looked like he was being genuine, but the part of Inej’s brain that was swamped with panic and hurt and pain was struggling to believe him. She only just barely registered that he was speaking in Suli and his ear was pierced with the same kind of earrings that she wore for her own partners.
Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and her heart even heavier in her chest. She gave him a once-over and then turned back around. She didn’t know what she would do if she kept looking at him or if their conversation ended up dragging out. If he had actually mistaken her for someone that had given consent for that to happen, which she deeply wanted to believe because that meant that there was still good in the world, then it would be wrong of her to hurt him.
Her body was moving completely on its own without any input from her. She remembered back to when she was working at the Menagerie, when she had been nothing but another pretty or expensive ornament on the wall. She had played the part and tucked herself away in the little black void that she was sitting in now. Something else had been driving her body so that she could work and stay alive without the pain of the whips and fans that Heleen used to beat her girls when they misbehaved. She had believed back then that it was her Saints, helping her out of her mind and her body so that she didn’t have to face the trauma that she endured, driving her limbs for her.
She didn’t know if it was the Saints now, the ones that were guiding her nimbly through the streets of Ketterdam, but she felt just like she had back then.
Inej barely even registered it when she unlocked front gate of the Van Eck mansion and then walked through the front door. Wylan and Jesper were in the front office, talking to one of the other members of the Merchant Council. Nina and Matthias were likely out on a date since it was the day after the full moon, which was always when they went out. Kaz would be in one of the properties that he owned while dealing with some business himself.
She was glad for it, this once, because she wasn’t sure that she could actually face any of them at the moment. She loved them with her entire heart but she couldn’t bring herself out of her mind and the thought of being touched or ogled or perceived made her want to stop being.
Slowly, she trudged up the stairs to the floor where they stayed. She saw Marya out of the corner of her eye and half registered her name falling from the older woman’s lips but she couldn’t bring herself to turn. She felt like she was a walking zombie, the dead brought back to life by the bastardized power that rested in her wife’s chest.
She wanted to be back on her boat, on the freedom of the seas with the wind whipping her hair and her crew surrounding her. She wanted to be sheltered in the Slat on the window seat that Kaz had made especially for her. She wanted to be anywhere than where she was right now, replaying the moments that she had felt like this before.
She found herself standing in the hallway, motionless and stuck the same way that she had been when she had stopped feeling like herself. When she heard the door downstairs open, she rushed to the bathroom as quickly as her feet would take her. She wasn’t elegant and silent as she had been before, but awkward and uncoordinated and scared.
The door locked behind her and she began to strip herself out of her clothing as quickly as she could. She had always worn something that was form fitting, it worked better for the aerial stunts that she had done as a child and then again when she needed to be silent and hidden while working with the Dregs. Now she couldn’t stand the thought of the fabric clinging to her body the same way that the man had. 
She turned on the faucet to the bathtub and got in before it had even begun to fill the basin. It was as hot as it would go and when it touched her, it almost felt as though her skin was boiling off. She whimpered as the pain echoed through her legs and up to her already aching soul, but she stayed in it. She had to burn off the feeling of hands she didn’t know and didn’t want crawling over the skin and body that was meant to be hers.
Inej didn’t know how long she had sat in the bath, but at one point she had turned the faucet off so that it didn’t overflow. She must have been in it for hours because by the time that her thoughts snapped back to the present, the water around her was cold. Her skin was tender both from the reminiscent feeling that was creeping over her and the exposure to the increasingly hot temperature of the water.
The thing that snapped her from her thoughts as a knock at the door and then the voice of someone she cared for deeply. “Inej?”
She tried to open her mouth to say something but the only thing that came was a sob. She felt more out of control and panicked than she had before. It was like the last bit of control and safety that she had gained through the lock on the door and the heat of the water slipped through her agile fingers. Her mind barely even registered who was speaking to her, unable to put the deep baritone in its place, but she knew that it wasn’t going to help her now. She curled forward on herself after clasping one of her hands over the lower half of her face and began to cry. Her entire body shook with the force of every single sob that tore its way out of her throat and into the open air around her.
The next person that came and said something to the door was different, they felt safer for a reason that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Inej, beloved one, I want you to get up and open the door for me, please. I won’t come in or look if you don’t want me to but I have to make sure that you’re okay.”
Inej struggled out of the bath but didn’t bother to stop any of the tears racing down her face. She grabbed one of the towels from the linen closet beside the huge basin and then wrapped it around her frail body. She sniffled slightly as her hand fumbled on the lock, another wave of tears echoing out over her when she finally got it open and revealed herself to Nina.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” Nina asked, reaching out to place a hand on the other woman’s face. Inej stepped back as though she had been burned, terrified that the itching and crawling feeling she had just barely gotten to go away would come back and overwhelm her if someone touched her again.
Instead of getting upset like she had half been expecting the other to, Nina just put her hands up so that Inej could see them both. “Can I come into the bathroom?”
“No,” she answered, her voice hoarse from crying. One hand grasped onto the towel that was covering her nudity and the other was clutching the doorframe. “I want some clothes.”
Nina looked her over and then nodded, her face infuriatingly neutral about the whole situation. She carefully stepped back and then walked down the hall so that she could get the requested items. 
Where she was locked back in her own mind, Inej was furious. She was screaming at her body to move and speak and feel the way that she wanted it to. She hated Heleen and the men that had first grabbed her for making her feel like that in the first place. She resented her parents and the rest of her family for not protecting her like they had promised her that they always would. She resented every single kruge and being that stepped through the door of the Menagerie to take another part of her sanity, of her ability to love her spouses, of the very being that she was.
She didn’t move from the doorway the entire time that Nina was gone. She only jerked back when she saw the other return, her arm moving from the doorway to grab the clothing before she snapped the door shut. The towel fell away from her body and she refused to turn her head towards the mirror to see what she looked like. 
If it had been any other day, she would have seen the mornings spent giggling while writing silly messages with Jesper in the steamed glass, or the afternoons spent peacocking with Nina while they got ready for a date, or even the evening that she had made Kaz truly look at himself so that he could see that he wasn’t a monster. But it wasn’t any other day, it was that current day, and she knew that if she looked in the mirror and saw herself looking back then she would never be able to step back into her own body.
The massive white shirt that she had been given certainly didn’t belong to her. Based on the way that the cuffs were frayed over the buttons, she was guessing that it had belonged to Matthias. All of Kaz’s shirts were frayed but darned, Jesper’s were frayed all around the cuff from worrying them, and Wylan’s were neat because he rolled them up when he worked to avoid them getting dirty. Nina’s would have had lace, which Inej was actually grateful that she didn’t have to deal with.
It went over her head and then fell down over her naked body without a single issue, billowing around her like she was a ghost in a play. When she didn’t have to worry about her nakedness being on display, she slipped the pair of smalls on underneath it so she didn’t feel exposed.
Inej grasped the edge of the counter as she sunk down into a squatting position. She did the tricks that she and Kaz had worked on during his panic attacks to try and bring herself back. She didn’t want to feel like this, she didn’t want to give more credit to the people that had hurt her and tried to destroy her.
So instead she focused on the way that the woven material of the rug felt under her left foot compared to the cool of the tile on her right. She flexed the muscles of her hand and felt the sharp edge of the counter digging into her fingers. She could feel the way that her smalls were grinding against her guts because she hadn’t quite tied them right in her hurry to be covered. She could feel the way that the wetness of her hair clung to her forehead and the back of her neck. She could feel the way that the billowing cotton hanging from her shoulders creased and folded on the top of her legs.
Eventually, she felt the inky blackness that had wrapped around her slip away so that she was filling out her legs. Each of her fingers and toes were back under her control, her eyes and ears fully belonged to her. Her body was no longer under the control of her Saints, who were only trying to protect her, because she was enough herself that she could do the protecting.
Inej rose and then collected her clothing and the towels. She placed them into the laundry shoot after she had fished out all of her knives and her shoes. She walked back to the door with them still clutched in her hand and bowed her head shamefully when she saw that her wife was still standing out in the hallway. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she tried hard not to start crying again.
“You don’t have to apologize, Inej,” Nina shook her head. “I think you’re actually incapable of doing anything wrong. But I am worried about you. Did something happen on your trip?”
She shook her head. She stepped out of the bathroom and the two of them began to walk down the hall, towards the master bedroom. Inej knew that she was pushing it a little bit by going there so quickly after coming back to herself, but she wanted to prove that Heleen had no hold over her anymore. “My trip went fine. The problem came because I was distracted while walking to meet you all. Someone mistook me for their wife and he touched me like the guys used to back when I was working at the Menagerie. Suddenly all I could think about was how I felt back then and I guess my body went into fight or flight.”
They had arrived at the bedroom, so Inej carefully placed each of her knives where they went on her vanity and then tucked her favorite shoes back where they belonged with the others. Nina was sitting on the edge of their grand bed while squeezing the life out of her skirts, “Did I help?”
“You did,” Inej nodded. She swallowed down the anxiety that raised at the thought of being touched again, reminding herself that she was safe. “Would you braid my hair?”
The elation that lit up Nina’s face was worth any feelings of panic brewing just underneath her heart. Inej walked over to the bed with her comb and brush, which she handed over as they got into their position. It was something that they had done often when they first got together and only increased in frequency after they were married. It soothed Inej to have someone that she loved pulling at her hair, guiding the strands to be apart from others and then to be twisted in the way Nina saw fit.
After they finished, they both crawled underneath the covers of the bed and tucked against each other. Wylan and Jesper came in a while later, hanging back while they checked that it was okay. Inej gave them the same explanation that she had Nina, which made her giggly when she saw the anger that crossed Wylan’s usually soft features. She felt herself melting into happiness when she was wrapped up in their arms. 
Matthias joined a while later, Axel dozing by his feet despite their constant promises that the dog wouldn’t join them in bed. They had been trying to find Trassel, the wolf that Matthias had trained with back when he lived in Fjerda, but it was hopeless after that much time had passed. Matthias had mourned a little bit more and then gotten another puppy that he could train and love. Axel was a massive wolfhound, enough dog that he could pass in public but enough wolf that he had stolen Matthias’ heart immediately.
“Inej?” Kaz asked from the end of the bed almost twenty minutes after she had started dozing.
“Yes?” she hummed, rolling to look at him.
“Did I hurt you earlier? When I knocked on the door to the bathroom?” he asked. He sounded every bit like the scared teenager she had first demanded a lack of armor from. She hated it when he got like that, but she also knew that the worry would be soothed easily.
“You didn’t. I was scared and not myself. Will you come to bed?” she asked, patting the blankets next to her where Jesper was doing his best imitation of a murder victim in his sleep.
“Not today,” he shook his head. He removed his glove and reached across the space to her, allowing their bare fingers to linger against each other for a while before he tucked himself away. She knew what it was like to have a bad day, she was having one herself, so she didn’t push it that time. He had essentially told her that he loved her, and that was all she could ever really ask for.
Heleen and the slavers had taken so much from her, but they would never be able to take away her resiliency or her love.
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ladymarvel27 · 10 months
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Nina: Why don’t you go talk to Inej? Kaz, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. Nina: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Kaz: They could hear me.
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purpleyin · 1 year
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Grishaverse moodboards: Ninej (Nina Zenik/Inej Ghafa)
Made for the 31st March 2023 prompt 'red' for @femslash-friday-prompts.
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galwithalibrarycard · 11 months
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Ninej AU Moodboards: Coffee Shop AU
Inej Ghafa is the manager at Corvid Coffee. It might be owned by her best friend and amicable ex Kaz Brekker as a front for his extra-legal activities, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to slack on making it the best shop it can be- any more than she’s going to slack when it comes to her other gig as an assassin. So clearly, she needs more help at the shop if she’s going to make this work.
The woman who answers her Help Wanted ad is like no one Inej has ever met before. Nina Zenik makes the best cappucino in Ketterdam, and has a knack for soothing customers’ lonely hearts. Maybe even… Inej’s own?
Image Description: A moodboard for a Coffee Shop AU of Nina x Inej, or Ninej. Top row: A picture of Inej (Amita Suman) wearing a green dress with white collar and sleeves and a gold sunburst design; a picture of a mass of brown coffee beans; a picture of the counter at a coffee shop, with decorative vases and a coffee machine visible. Middle row: an off-white square with thin black cursive writing saying “i heart you” but the heart is a hand-drawn image of a heart; a cup of coffee with a heart design in the foam, in white cup and saucer, on a brown tabletop; a silver metal backdrop with a red neon sign reading “Energy Flows Where Coffee Goes” in cursive. Bottom row: a White person from the neck down, wearing a plaid shirt under a brown apron and pouring water into a coffee filter from a metal teapot; a bakery counter at a coffee shop with menu boards above it; a picture of Nina (Danielle Galligan) squinting into direct sun with her chin propped on one hand.
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cilyra · 11 months
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Fanart poster made by me (Instagram / Twitter )
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ravenyenn19 · 9 months
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Interviewer: are those ur friends?
Kaz: never met em. Seem like a goofy group w a lot of $$$ on the line tho😒
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smolandweirdwriter · 7 months
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The fandom focuses so much on Matthias’s character development in terms of how he views Nina and yeah that’s fair, but pretty much NOBODY ever touches Matthias’s views on the other crows in soc vs ck so i will cuz my guy’s relationship with Kaz goes from demjin (accusatory) to demjin (affectionate), he goes from glaring at Wylan in every interaction to thinking of Wylan as brilliant and an equal, he goes from trying to knock Inej into the water to telling her she is the reason he is still alive and being determined to save her from van eck, he goes from ignoring Jesper to all but clocking Jesper’s entire personality, and in this essay i will
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swift-of-corvids · 11 months
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bro how smart is wylan-
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exyzedd · 4 months
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renegadesstuff · 8 months
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-“I love you, Nina, but the Ravkan government hasn’t treated the Suli very well. I’m not interested in exchanging pleasantries with their leaders.”
Jesper had never really considered that, and it was clear from the _ stricken expression on Nina’s face that she hadn’t either.
Inej gave her a tight hug.
“Come on,” she said. “We’ll get Colm to order us something decadent.”
“That’s your answer for everything.”
“You’re complaining?” Inej asked.
“I’m stating one of the reasons I adore you.”
They went to find Colm, arm in arm, but Nina’s teeth were worrying her lower lip.-
~ Crooked Kingdom, T2. Inej & Nina ~
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simons-no1-defender · 3 months
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people are always talking about how kaz killed this and this person because they hurt inej and blinded the man who threatened her in soc, as they should, but inej being fully ready to murder an entire gang because they were attacking kaz is a moment we do not pay nearly enough attention to
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applecidersstuff · 7 months
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In Kaz’s office there is a special place where no one is allowed to sit. This place is the windowsill, this windowsill has a blanket and a couple pillows. Some of the Dregs tried to sit there if they were in the office, but very fast learned that it is fraught with being pierced by a cane. The one and only person who can sit there safely is Inej Ghafa. And why wouldn’t she? Kaz arranged that windowsill personally for her, so she could sit there comfortably and feed the crows
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