#🔪「 VICIOUSHOPE. 」meme response.

[taitropa]

❛ well, i’m not that type of hunter. ❜

Cart sellers try to wave them down on either side of the narrow cobbled street. Inej has only stopped twice since she’d left her ship docked in the harbor of Os Kervo. First, for a horrendously garish strip of fabric stained the wrong side of the color of spring, which she can picture tied loosely around the collar of one of Jesper’s favorite dress shirts. And second, for a fine silver chain to fit Kaz's pocket watch since he’d long lost the last one and refuses now to replace it. Both treasures sit in hidden pockets sewn inside her billowing sleeves. She won’t trust even Ravkans not to try anything, not after life in the Barrel.

Not everyone wants her attention though. The captain of the Wraith is unwelcome among anyone benefiting from the slaver ships she sinks. Only days ago she’d disrupted a route from the Southern Colonies of Novyi Zem. Those refugees refuse to come off the ship in this leeway point meant only for a supply haul. In another week, they will be returned home. Some of the merchants turn away when she passes them. Others very obviously contemplate taking advantage of her in the middle of the market.

“We all hunt for something.” Her companion admits as much in what she does not say. Inej doesn’t track down as many secrets for a Barrel boy these days, but she still knows the tell of one when she sniffs it out. Jyn can keep this one to herself. “Life at sea isn’t glamorous. But if you ever wanted to change your course, I would welcome you aboard.”

🔪 WEREWOLF BY NIGHT SENTENCE STARTERS.