Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. ‘Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.’
Brekker’s lips quirked. ‘I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.’
‘My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,’ Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.” - Six of Crows, Chapter 15
I finished Six of Crows a few days ago and it was AMAZING and I want to do many, many fanarts about it <3 So here the first one, something really simple and relatively fast. Don’t have much time to draw recently x)
He needed to tell her… what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near.