@sixofcrowsnet hunger games: kanej for lari @carstairsjames
“She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
dream me the world; semi-hiatus
iz, xvii, she/her
when people fall in love, they burst into flames
He watched that pulse, the evidence of her heart, matching his own beat for anxious beat. He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown skin. He wanted to … He wanted.Before he even knew what he intended, he lowered his head. She drew in a sharp breath. His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between her shoulder and the column of her neck. He waited. Tell me to stop. Push me away.
She exhaled. “Go on,” she repeated. Finish the story.
The barest movement and his lips brushed her skin—warm, smooth, beaded with moisture. Desire coursed through him, a thousand images he’d hoarded, barely let himself imagine — the fall of her dark hair freed from its braid, his hand fitted to the lithe curve of her waist, her lips parted, whispering his name.
THE DREGS AS TAROT CARDS ➝ requested by anonymous
we are all someone’s monster.
@dailyketterdam: Inej Ghafa, spy
“When fear arrives, something is about to happen.”
@fandomaestheticnet friendship event: nina zenik and inej ghafa from six of crows
make me choose: nina zenik or inej ghafa (requested by @inejsghcfa)
She was Inej Ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare.
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“You still may die in the dregs.”
Inej’s dark eyes glinted.
“I may. But I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”
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@sixofcrowsnet heist ♤ personality: inej as the protector
Stop treating your pain like it’s something you imagined. If you see the wound is real, then you can heal it.
kaz: *thinking about inej’s smile, the way she laughs, the way her skin catches moonlight- she’s actually motivated him to become a better person for his own good, teasing her about her suli proverbs, his heartbeat racing whenever he looks at her*
kaz: *voice cracking* god i fucking love money so much
“You still may die in the Dregs.“
Inej’s dark eyes had glinted. “I may. But I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”
happy holidays @slim-turner! I’m your soc secret santa and it’s been great getting to know and talk to you. I hope you like this and have a wonderful 2018!!