If I Were A Suli Seer
Inej was not a seer, but she remembers the one true seer that had traveled with them when she was a child. She remembers the sound of the young woman’s bells and beads and bracelets when she moved. She remembers the smell of the tent, the incense that clung to orange silks. The shine of her dark hair in all its twists and braids, falling in contrast to the ruby and blood reds of her beautiful jackal mask. She remembers the lilt her voice had when she spoke of fortunes and prophecies. The safety Inej always felt when she would sit with her at the fire, playing with Inej’s hair and whispering of all the things she will do.
Inej Ghafa remembers a lot more than that, a lot more than most.
good evening i love confirmed soulmates nina zenik and inej ghafa
“Sing something, then.” Nina laughed. “Remember what I said about wishing you were dead? You do not want me to sing.” “Please?” “I only know Ravkan folk tunes and Kerch drinking songs.” “Drinking song. Something rowdy, please.” Nina snorted. “Only for you, Wraith.”
“Remember what I said about wishing you were dead? You do not want me to sing.”
“Please?”
alright but here’s a concept:
worst or best date night ever??? well, that really depends on who you ask
Imagine your otp gently touching foreheads with half lidded eyes and soft smiles while they gaze lovingly at each other, holding each other’s hands delicately. Now imagine one sneezing and smacking their heads together.
cottagecoredreamgirl said: everyone thinks that inej's preferred movie genre would be like fuckign. nature documentaries or something but nina knows her secret favorite - they have sleepovers and make homemade face masks and watch cheesy B list horror movies together
I BET KAZ IS THE DOCUMENTARY PERSON TBH IT’S THE ONE THING HE HAS IN COMMON W/ MATTHIAS AND THEY HATE THIS. also holy shit the temptation to write a oneshot of ninej watching cheesy horror flicks together,,
or: inej and nina make out in a library for fun
the ketterdam library is high walls and thin, winding balconies, bookshelves built to the sky and dusty light falling across the floor. nearer the entrance, people are milling gently, silence broken only by shuffling feet and the turning of pages. further back, though, it’s emptier, the silence somehow quieter. inej melts into the shadows like a ghost, but when nina’s fingers brush against her wrist, she’s warm to the touch. nina can feel the other girl’s pulse beneath her fingers.
it’s one of the things she misses most about her powers, as they were. she never needed to reach out before, not like this. but inej understands, and lets her do it, although nina can hear the way her breath catches even as she remains perfectly still.
inej’s hair is tied back. the bare skin of her neck suddenly feels hyperaware, and she suppresses the urge to shiver. when nina’s hand comes to rest there (gentle, barely touching) she can feel herself tense. nina feels it too, pauses, ready to pull away if inej asks.
inej doesn’t want her to move.
