Tag: inej ghafa

silkblessings:

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: Inej didn’t even know how to sail a ship. Inej knew virtually nothing other than what a regular person might know about sailing/ship terminology. There was nothing that tied her skill in that current state to holding her own on something like a schooner or the affiliates. The only connection was a seemingly distant dream, an awakening of thoughts that longed to be more. Leigh Bardugo did this on purpose to furthermore emphasize that the heart really is an arrow that demands aim to land true. Inej would teach herself and learn the ropes with fervent need, guided only by independent direction and self-actualization. Leigh made a human microcosm of Inej to inspire and guide other young women in the world that you don’t have to know or acquire any former skill to be what you want to become. You only need that aim, to push you into learning and taking action in the future, to exalt what you want to become in the present moment. Furthermore,

silvervanadis:

My queen Inej Ghafa à la slaver huntress. 

Yes I know the sash-drapery-thingy doesn’t make sense but it makes her look cooler. ;u; I guess  it could be an attachable piece of clothing.

I might come back to this someday and add a wooden box or something under her foot for support but I feel like it would ruin the picture. ahhh I’m thinking too much now, oh well.

whixky:

Kaz and Inej have a kid.

  • He doesn’t have his father’s hair or his mother’s eyes
  • In fact he doesn’t resemble them at all
  • Out of everyone, he resembles Jesper the most, both sharing not only a heritage but also awkward gangly limbs and a bright smile
  • He doesn’t have his father’s cruelty or his mother’s silence
  • But he does have Kaz’s cleverness and Inej’s kindness
  • Out of the six crows, it was a surprise that Kaz was the first to take in a child.
  • Even to Kaz himself.
  • He found the boy outside an abandoned town house, and his first thought was of Pekka Rollins.
  • But the next thoughts came in flashes, glimpses of a future destined to come true if he took another step and continued his day.
  • He saw another bastard in the barrel, jagged edges turned into blades, and myths molding a monster. Maybe one as cruel and uncaring as Dirtyhands. Maybe one that was worse.
  • So he stopped, extended his hand to the boy, and made him an offer. A plate of waffles for his name.
  • The dregs didn’t question the newest member of the gang, if anything they were glad Kaz had some shred of pity in his devil bones.
  • Nor did they question when Kaz and the boy appeared less and less at the slat.
  • But Inej did.
  • When she returned after nearly a year, she was surprised to find Anika doing most the work in Kaz’s office.
  • Anika didn’t answer either, instead she smiled and passed a slip of paper with nothing more than an address written on it.
  • It led to a house on the farthest end of Ketterdam, far safer then the streets on by the slat
  • Where she found Kaz Rietveld and a boy no older then five building a house of cards on a rickety kitchen table

grishaswxnd:

Reunion

Inej’s feet glided over the ground as she sprinted towards them, Kaz barely able to keep up with his cane. 

“Mama! Papa!” Inej shouted again, her braid flying behind her.

She could see them clearly now, the early morning sun shining on their bronze skin. She could see the wide smile on her parents faces—and the tears streaming down them. 

Her heart pounded hard in her chest, threatening to break free, as she halted before them. For a moment she just stood there, taking in the the faces she had dreamt of seeing again for the past two years. She took another step forward at the same time her parents did. Inej wasn’t sure what happened next or how she ended up curled in her Mama’s arms on the hard wood flooring of the docks, her Papa’s arms encircling the two of them. They stayed like that for a few minutes, shoulders shaking with sobs trying to come loose, as Kaz lingered on the side.

Ever so slowly, Inej lifted her head, blinking several times to make sure it wasn’t all an illusion. Her voice was choked when she said, “I’ve missed you. And… I have a lot to tell you.”

They stood up and her father kissed her forehead like he had done so many times when she was growing up. Suddenly she felt like the small child she had been so long ago. Her father spoke, “You can tell us later. Right now, I simply want to be with my little girl again.”

Her mother’s voice sounded like it had when she was a child—like flowing nectar from one of her geraniums. “And we’ll be here to listen to whatever you need to say, my little acrobat.” She glanced away from Inej, “How about you introduce us to the young man in black waiting for you.”

She’d nearly forgotten Kaz was standing there. His expression was unreadable as he watched her with his unblinking eyes. Inej wiped away her stray tears and held out a hand to him. He hesitated, but then grasped it firmly, as if he was a afraid to let go. Kaz walked towards her parents, his cane thudding in time with his footsteps. 

“Mama, Papa, this is… my friend.” 

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Ghafa. You may call me Kaz Brekker.”

They stood like that for a while. Her and Kaz’s fingers still entwined as they spoke to her mother and father. And to anyone passing by it would have been downright shocking to see the bastard of the barrel without his gloves, holding the Wraith’s hand and having a leisure chat with two Suli acrobats on the docks.

They spoke well into the afternoon before deciding to go for lunch. And as they were walking into the streets of the bustling city of Ketterdam—so quietly she almost missed it, her father whispered to her mother, “This will be the boy to bring her flowers.”