Eyes bright, hair wild, Lips curved in a little smile. Scraped knuckles, bruised knees, Tousled gently by the country breeze. "Jordie, look, I made a friend!" Did all good things have to end?
Eyes wide, hair bristling, Lips parted in a whispered "No." Trembling fingers, racing heart, Blood like blossoms on a sunlit floor. "Jordie, quick, I think he's hurt!" Could things ever get any worse?
Eyes hopeful, hair combed neatly, Lips spread in a tremulous smile. Mittens folded over steaming chocolate, Gazing at the promise of a new sunrise. "Jordie, I think we might make it." Who knew the best way to be happy was to fake it?
Eyes waxy, hair limp, Lips closed over chattering teeth. Aching ribs, aching heart— It had never been so hard to breathe. "Jordie, please, please, wake up." They'd come too far to give up.
Eyes unseeing, hair unseen, Lips blue, dying, dying. In a pile of festering bodies, The only one who was still alive. "Jordie, wake up, please, I'm sorry." It was the only way to survive.
Eyes dull, hair pushed back, Lips pressed into a flat line. They would pay for what they did, Languish in suffering of his design. "Jordie, I promise I'll avenge you." Why wasn't he sure if that was true?
Eyes wild, hair on end, Lips trembling over trembling breaths. Crouched against a locked bathroom door, Drowning till he'd died a thousand deaths. "Jordie, please, go away." He could feel the bodies, smell the decay.
Eyes hard, hair neat, Lips in a mocking smirk. Death was dealt out far too easily, Condemningly common in his line of work. "Jordie, now I'm a monster too— What, now, would I think of you?"
Eyes caught, hair tousled, Lips frozen mid-sentence. Gazing at her, silhouetted by the sun, He could almost believe in magic again. "Jordie, I'm scared my walls are falling down." For once, he was defenseless, and he wasn't going to drown.
Eyes shy, hair straight, Lips forming words he didn't want to take back. Broken boy and broken girl— His defenses were about to crack. "Jordie, not all good things have to die." He wondered if he should straighten his tie.
You know I think an underrated theme in SOC is that, the adults have ruined the future of the next generation. They have created an inhumane environment that serves only them. They've crushed and wrung out the lives of the weaker and the new, keeping them desperate, subjugated, exploited, and dead. Pekka Rollins, Tante Heleen, Jan Van Eck, Jarl Brum, these are our villains.
But Six of Crows also says that these circumstances have manufactured a much darker and tougher individual than these people can imagine. While the older generation are content to rest on their laurels and their ill gotten easy lives, their juniors are sharpening their pain into cruel and effective tools, with a drive that someone on top simply cannot understand.
Idk, I think it's an interesting and empowering (if not subversively harsh) message for its core audience as a YA novel.
Nikolai Lanstov, whenever he can't fix Ravka's problems diplomatically: aight send in the crows
nina touching kaz when he starts having a flashback, trying to do her calming heartrender thing, but the power of his ptsd either cancels it out or just makes it impossible because she needs physical contact for it to work and that's obviously a no-go
kaz and inej's individual relationships with touch are honestly so compelling. inej hates the lack of control but when she sees it coming she'll let jesper and nina hug her because they're safe and she trusts them, and she wants to try with kaz despite everything, and she'll sit on the bathroom counter and let him stand between her legs to patch her up knowing it's difficult for both of them because maybe opening up about her own struggles will help him realise he's not all alone in the world
and kaz does try for her and he'll bodily throw himself at jesper to save his life and hold onto him when he gets knocked out in a very dangerous place in the process because like hell is he getting himself another dead brother, but at the end of the day it's still all about the trauma and the autonomy and the stolen innocence and the limitations and the boundaries and the trust placed in their chosen people not to cross them and-
i'm really going to miss you
“he’s so kaz-coded.” no, he’s just an intj. we are brooding and hot and here to win. you love us.
one thing the show missed how deadpan and hilarious kaz is like he had such a slick mouth like in the books one of the reason why he was such a fun character was because how ruthless he was but also he was so outta pocket all the time like he had so much witty one liners
i'd like to thank freddy carter's big blue eyes and acrobatic eyebrows for their contribution to the "stay in ketterdam" scene in the show. you can practically hear kaz thinking you inej, you through them (and honorable mention to his jawline that could cut glass)
missing this barrel rat right now
Happy Neil banging out the tunes day
(+ some S&B)