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[everymonstrousthing]

Waiting while Inej finishes getting ready, Kaz checks his cuffs for, perhaps, the thirtieth time. The suit is new on, crisply tailored, deepest charcoal. He had endured a haircut and shave that afternoon. His boots have a mirror shine. He's made an effort which, while not dissimilar to how he looks every day, is enough that he's sure Inej will notice. His tie is navy blue, not a colour he'd normally choose but one that he knows Inej enjoys when he wears it.

So he's trying.
He's more than trying.

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[the_wraith]

It's still strange to Inej that this is where they are. Roughly three months since she's been in Darrow, and here she is, standing in front of a mirror, attempting to put on makeup for a night out with her boyfriend.

A night out with Kaz. That's the only thing keeping her hands steady right now.

It's strange to be dressed up in something she bought without mind for blending into the background or scaling up walls or hiding knives in. (She does have a knife hidden, in a garter high on her thigh.) It's not the she feels safe in Darrow and doesn't care about these things. It's that she wants to spend one night out with Kaz and force herself not to worry about it.

Her makeup's simple: a little shimmer on her lids, a little mascara, lip only slightly darker than her natural color. Nina probably would have tsked at her but Inej only knows how to do this or look like a made-up Suli doll. Her hair is down, out of its plait and brushing the middle of her back. She takes a deep breath and stares herself down in the mirror, wondering when that echo of Heleen's voice, calling her flat-chested and boyishly skinny, will ever well and truly disappear from her head.

"Sorry," she said, coming out of the bathroom and into the main room. "Ready now."