#FAKE DATING HEISTTTTTT

[rietveild]

❝ we have a party to go to. ❞ ➝ @wraythic

in the days he'd spent near inej, he'd grown to wonder when the act ended and reality began. there were so many eyes, always watching, waiting to see if the boy with the cane and the girl who moved without sound would slip up and reveal to the world that they didn't belong in the rolling hills of the wealthy.

so, kaz had stolen time. conversations through a closed bathroom door as both got ready. both of them sitting in silence, him studying her silhouette. watching her fingers weave braids through her hair as she sat perched atop the bed and he sat, worlds away, at a desk on the other side of the room, relishing in the distance they hadn't been afforded for the past week. they were all flashes, memories of the routine they'd shared before the job.

but now isn't the time for memories, nor does it do him any good to linger on the memories of stolen flashes. ❝ we do. ❞ he puts an arm through his jacket and looks over to her. she's on her toes and leaning forward, her lips parting as she applies mascara. he wishes desperately they didn't have to leave the house.

what if we just stayed here? he wishes he could say it.

ask her. why would she refuse you? ask her.

❝ inej ... ❞ no. he would not throw away all of the progress they had made on this job for something so pointless. he didn't feel anything, he was just ... confused. and tired. yes, that was it. kaz clears his throat and his hopes die with it, ❝ have you looked at the itinerary of events, yet ? these idiots throw their money at such useless pastimes. michelle hired a party planner. ❞