( nina is secretly so very pleased that inej didn't let go of her hand, as she had every intention to hold it. it feels like somewhat of a privilege, to be allowed this in the first place.
it's not many who could put a hand on the wraith and keep it.
but it's not about that. it's about inej being one of her very favorite people and wanting to let all the affection inside her chest out in the world in any way she can. )
I know just the place, ( she whispers conspiratorially, tugging inej along toward the door, out into the streets. the smell of the city fills her nose, but it's inej she smells most of all, pressed at her side, shoulder to shoulder. ) They do towers of waffles.
[ Not many left to live to speak of it, for certain.
It isn't easy for Inej - holding hands, simple superficial softness - but Nina somehow made it feel almost effortless. With her smiles and sweet disposition despite her soldier's history, it was the perfect type of dichotomy. Nina wasn't the only one feeling privileged.
She allows herself to be guided along, content to stay close. Her skin feels soft despite how hardened Inej knows she is. ]
Entire towers? I'd ask who needs that many waffles, but it looks like we do today.
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it's not many who could put a hand on the wraith and keep it.
but it's not about that. it's about inej being one of her very favorite people and wanting to let all the affection inside her chest out in the world in any way she can. )
I know just the place, ( she whispers conspiratorially, tugging inej along toward the door, out into the streets. the smell of the city fills her nose, but it's inej she smells most of all, pressed at her side, shoulder to shoulder. ) They do towers of waffles.
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It isn't easy for Inej - holding hands, simple superficial softness - but Nina somehow made it feel almost effortless. With her smiles and sweet disposition despite her soldier's history, it was the perfect type of dichotomy. Nina wasn't the only one feeling privileged.
She allows herself to be guided along, content to stay close. Her skin feels soft despite how hardened Inej knows she is. ]
Entire towers? I'd ask who needs that many waffles, but it looks like we do today.