sickboat

someday kaz will learn to hold inej when she needs comfort. on these days his armor is gone and it feels like his world is tipping like the sickboat lowering him back into the reaper’s barge. but to keep from falling in he focuses on the unique scent of her hair, warm touch of her skin, and steady rhythm of her heart. and she’d whisper things like “you’re okay, kaz” and he’d counter with “you’re safe, inej” and they know in each other’s arms it’s all true. with their bodies mesh together they learn it’s comforting to match their breathing patterns so they’d find a synchronous pace that soothes them both. and once he relaxes, she’d finally fold her arms around his back and hold him just as tight. to him it’ll feel like he’s encased in a new type of armor. one that doesn’t conceal his troubles but gives him strength to fight them—and maybe he doesn’t realize until those moments he needs comfort too.