Every time he took his gloves off, Kaz became more and more grateful for them. Once, when he was alone, at least, he'd been able to take them off in peace. Now, it was always a reminder of something he couldn't escape: Inej Ghafa was his soulmate.
It wasn't a new development–his tattoo had started growing that fateful day in the Menagerie, prompting him to look around and spot her. Since then, he'd gotten used to Inej watching him and the accompanying itch of his tattoo growing. She did it a lot–the tattoo had now taken over one of his arms and was slowly spreading across his back and chest.
But just because Inej was his soulmate didn't mean he was hers. So he kept the glove on at all times, even when he was alone in his room. He couldn't bear to look at his hand, eternally blackened with inked vines.
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Inej wanted so badly to believe in soulmates. Her parents had been–the golden lines of their tattoos snaking down their arms when she was born and only growing as she did. Her father's hands, last she remembered them, were covered in tightly packed curls, shining golden in the sunlight.
Inej's tattoo was black. Vines that tangled around her legs, winding their way up her stomach. But they grew slowly–Kaz rarely looked at her.
It was for this reason that she didn't tell anyone about her tattoo, not even Kaz. She wasn't going to kid herself that he was in love with her and she wouldn't settle for it just because the universe told her to.
She would find love for herself, if she ever found it. So many things in her life had been out of control but this? This would be her choice.
Kaz, apologizing: .. – / … — .-. .-. -.–
Inej: What's that?
Kaz: remorse code
Nina Zenik: Sometimes i forget i have big boobs then i go a head and try to lie on my front
“So I’ll be scaling the train instead,” Inej finishes. “I remember.”
“Scaling the train while it’s moving,” Kaz stresses, narrowing his eyes at her. “Get inside the locomotive and make the conductor stop. The tracks will be destroyed, so the conductor would need to stop either way, but you’ll need to subdue him. Make him tell the passengers that they’ve stopped for maintenance. If we panic the pigeons, they’ll be more difficult to work with. Jesper and I will start at the first car, and Matthias and Nina will hit the last. We’ll reconvene in the middle.”
Inej’s hands shake as she says: “We’re robbing them, and then leaving. We aren’t harming anyone.”
Kaz’s head dips. “Unless they make things difficult.”
“Kaz. I won’t kill anyone. I won’t kill innocent passengers.”
He scoffs at her. “Yes, your holiness, you’ve made yourself clear. We’ll see about that.”
“Be quiet.” Kaz snaps, and the group falls silent.
Inej’s eyes are wide as saucepans. She looks at each of their faces.
“I know I’ve caused you all trouble,” Inej says quietly, “But don’t send me back. I won’t go back to Heleen. I won’t.”
Kaz feels his blood run cold. The others are stunned into silence. Nina says: “What? Inej, honey, what are you talking about?”
“Mr. Brekker bought me and it’s ruined your plans,” Inej whispers quickly, as if she thinks one of them will cut her off. Or worse, silence her with a slap across the face. Kaz clenches his fists, the leather squealing. “I’m sorry that has happened. But I don’t want to go back.”