— What’s in this code? —Memories. They’re its memories. You call it a life, I call it a machine, but the truth is… somewhere in the middle. Even when I was building it, I began to encounter anomalies. As if it had imprinted on me, like a child with a parent. Then it started looking out for me, altered its own code to take care of me. It was behaving like a person. But the world didn’t need a person to protect it. It needed a machine. —You took its memories. —Not just memories.
this is the otpest of all otps for me so i died writing this. tysm for sending it 💕
domestic kanej wouldn’t happen for years and when it does it would be—fight me on this— at the rietveld family farm after inej took on all the slavers and kaz built up the barrel, destroyed it, and cashed out.
and it would consist of early mornings
inej would wake to the smell of coffee in the air at six a.m, but she’d know kaz’s first cup of it came at least a half an hour earlier.
kaz would be standing by the window overlooking the fields, leaning his weight against his cane, and taking economic sips of his coffee in hopes she’d join him with hers
some days she’d leave him alone with his thoughts
(these are two very independent people i can’t imagine them being glued together all the time?? also realistically speaking, that’s unlikely if you’ve been together for a while)
other days they’d stand together in silence and watch the sun rise
he’d be better with touch but not quite there (would he ever be??) so she’d wait for him to initiate
but because they’d both have bad days where they’d prefer not to be touched at all he still asked for her consent
it would be in the way he brushed hair from her face but his fingers lingered as they grazed against her temple and she’d nod for him to know it was okay to kiss her there
his gravelly voice would be as soft as it could possibly get when he’d ask, “sleep okay?”
and she’d make sure to ask in return, “didyou sleep?”
“i slept enough,” translated to no and she’d sigh because for a long time she thought kaz didn’t sleep due to the fact he was always scheming or paranoid or both simultaneously. but no he just never ever slept??
they’d own bunch of businesses in town because kaz is greedy af and even though he’d be sitting on a couple million kruge he’d still like income
inej would go into work at one of their stores in the morning just to offer her help like the angel she is. she’d have lunch with her new girl clique (inej deserves a badass girl squad and in my mind she gets exactly that) and bring him food home after
neither of them knew how to cook
it was disastrous when they tried
imagine her coming home to kaz picking vegetables
“would it kill you to take off the suit for this?”
“kaz, literally no one is around for miles, it’s scorching hot, and you don’t make a very convincing business man with dirt stains all over you.”
he’d adjust his tie, “sure i do.”
she’d roll her eyes at him and wipe dirt off his cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. she’d never thought she’d see the day where kaz would be cute. hot, sure. but cute? adorable? saints help her.
and we know kaz has no qualms against undressing in front of her. after being in the fields all day it would be no different. he’d come inside the house pulling off his layers. only inej wouldn’t have to pretend she wasn’t looking anymore
she’d stare, he’d smirk at her
inej would be in charge of picking fruit from the trees. they’d make a game of her climbing up and tossing apples down at him in an attempt to make it in the basket he’d be holding. he’d intentionally move at the last minute to make her miss and she’d grudgingly lob some at him for it
other times he’d haul himself up into the tree too even though it would be painful for him to get back down. but he’s had to do worse.
they’d sit there and talk about anything and everything. inej would tell him about all the things she managed to overhear within the day and he’d let out a rare, unrestrained laugh at some of the stories
they’d make waffles for dinner, literally the only thing they didn’t burn
and they’d sleep in the same room but separate beds because of their traumas
kaz didn’t believe in her saints, but he’d silently pray for someone to save him and his sanity at night when she sat at the foot of her bed in her silk robes, brushing tangles from her long, damp hair.
inej with her hair down killed him inside
he’d count how many times she combed each side so he wouldn’t do it wrong those nights when she sat on his bed instead of her own and offered the brush to him
he’d sit behind her, softly running his fingers through the strands first because he couldn’t resist. he’d take this job very seriously, parting her hair as he’d seen her do because her locks were so thick she preferred it brushed in sections.
he’d almost always lean in real close to inhale the soap she used. sometimes he’d sweep her hair aside and graze his nose along the nape of her neck, waiting for her to react.
she’d encourage, “go ahead.” and he’d trail soft kisses there
domestic kanej would also be relaxed and content and comfortable.
kaz openly admitting when his leg was in pain instead of pretending it wasn’t whenever she asked
inej talking about the nightmares that still haunted her
and cold nights swathed in blankets in the field, looking up at the stars, drinking hot chocolate
inej would read a lot and cry over the books. “if you make fun of me, i’ll hurt you.”
kaz didn’t make fun of her. he’d make tea and offer his hand. he didn’t like hugs, but he’d lock their fingers and squeeze real tight to reassure her. and since he didn’t know how to comfort he’d be all, “it wasn’t even that sad.”
and she’d look at him with that surprised expression he liked so much. “you read it.”
“you’ve only been crying about it since the day you opened it and read the first page. i was curious.”
they’d spend the night discussing it
and domestic kanej would inevitably be her waking at four a.m. to kaz pacing
“tell me that isn’t scheming face.”
kaz would only cock his head to the side, still deep in thought.
inej would sigh and climb out of bed, “i’ll get my knives, make the coffee.”
guys!! kaz combing inej’s hair was started by @inejjghafas in this beautiful post
“What do you like?”
“Music. Numbers. Equations. They’re not like words. They … they don’t get mixed up.”
“If only you could talk to girls in equations.”
There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “Just girls?”
Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.”
He pulls himself up onto the roof and walks over to me, so
steadily. Calm, like there’s nothing in the world we’d planned to do
today but to stand here, together, looking out over a field of dead
bodies and happy children. “Aaron,” I whisper. He pulls me into his arms. And I fall.