[ His heart flutters at that. Husband. He's never been a husband before, and never thought he would be. His life had ended when his village burned. All he had was the drüskelle. That was before Nina. Now he gets to be something—someone—more.
He smiles before he nods toward her plate. ]
Are you sure you don't want to finish your waffle, min fru?
[ Matthias figures if he's to be her husband, he's to ensure that she doesn't make any rash decisions, especially when it comes to her beloved food. ]
[ Without missing a beat, Nina picks up the waffle with her other hand. Her extended hand is still awaiting his paw to take it. She takes her job get seriously. She's going to keep hold on his Fjerdan hand, so that he may never be lost. ]
Who says I can't do both? Where shall we go then? Leaving the city might be the best idea. We can go to the harbor and see what boats are going where then choose from there.
[ It's a spontaneous way of deciding where to go. She wonders if it makes him itch in all his Fjerdan conservatism to just fly by the seat of his hands. ]
[ It does make him itch. Matthias likes plans. He likes knowing where he's going, what he's going to do there, and how long he's meant to stay. It's part Fjerdan customs, part drüskelle rules, part him.
Placing his hand in hers, he's gentle when he grips it. She's asking him to take a leap of faith, something that he's still not entirely confident in. What if he loses his footing and they go slipping into the icy waters again? Or she ends up injured or captured and taken away from him? What if he's discovered by his drüskelle brothers?
Matthias prefers plans. They keep things in order, people safe, and expectations clear. But everything to do with Nina has been an explosion of spontaneity.
He smiles softly at her as he considers her words. Everything in him wants a plan, but Matthias knows that's a luxury that perhaps they don't want. ]
We could go to Novyi Zem. There are no wolves there, but I have heard there are dogs. We could pretend to be farmers.
[ Where the weather is neither warm or cold. It won't favour him or her like Fjerda or Ravka would. ]
[ The Zemeni people are more understanding. There's a tranquility there that she envies. She hopes that perhaps the two of them might find some of that for themselves. She and Matthias both have seen so much death and suffering. They derserve a nice change of pace.
His hand is so much bigger than hers. He wears the calluses of training and labor while hers are soft. Despite his size and strength, his wolf paw holds her gently. Like she's a bird in his palm that he doesn't want to crush.
She stands up and feeds him some of her waffle. She's already paid for their meal. ]
I think you'd make a fine farmer. I'd be happy to watch you work a field and chop some wood. Preferably with your shirt off.
[ When she stands, he quickly glances around, hoping that her movement hasn't drawn unwanted attention. Not that he'd know, anyway; Ravka has been an idea to him for so long, one that harbours those he had sworn to stop. Everyone around them could be unwanted attention.
Now… It seems like he's busy being fed by that nation.
Flushing, he peers up at her for once. He thinks to press his lips together to prove difficult, but maybe he has his whole life to do that. He ensures to take a big bite of the waffle considering she's offering him something so precious to her. ]
I'd wear several shirts. It isn't proper to wear none.
[ The drüskelle won't kill Matthias. Him being a stubborn dumbass baking in the sun wearing several layers will.
With a playful purse to his lips, he shrugs. ] Long sleeves, right up to the neck.
[ Nina nods happily, pleased that he took a bite. She'll have to take him up on adding pork to it. She has a feeling it will be utterly divine. She gives his hand a tug as they stroll out of the inn. They don't have much to their name. That's fine. They'll build up what they need over time. It'll be easier to travel light this way. She never once legs go of his hand.
The thought of him wearing a shirt, layers of shirts even, while doing farm work draws an exaggerated pout out of her. She looks up at him, completely put out. ]
[ He laughs loudly, scrunching up his face. It's not like the roar of laughter that had emerged from him at the whale huts, which has been laced with some incredulity. This is Matthias' laugh.
Gripping her hand, he peers down at her. ]
I will wear nothing but pants for you, Nina.
[ Even in the cold, although he suspects he'd have her to help warm him up.
With pink blossoming at the tops of his cheeks, he glances around the street. It's a little too obvious he's practically a tourist, so Matthias tries not to look so out of place despite being blonde and big and very much the Fjerdan stereotype. ]
We should rest. We can go tomorrow.
[ Although, if she wants to board a ship now, he's more than happy to do so. But there's the issue of money and possessions and everything that they aren't carrying on their backs at this very moment. ]
[ Nina wants to agree with him. She wants to hide away in another private room where they can spend hours exploring one another to their heart's content. It would have been something she'd suggested as well, but she knows she cannot.
Not with Fedyor and the other Second Army here. They've been avoiding them so far. She doesn't want them to catch them off guard because she's let her guard down. The faster they got out of here, the better. She simply continues to lead him to the harbor with an apologetic shake of her head. ]
[ Us when it should be you. He can't help his soft sigh. Nothing can be simple. It feels unfair. Nina deserves to rejoice being back home, especially amongst her people and friends. But Matthias can't be a part of that.
Somewhere during the shipwreck and the whale huts and their snow-covered journey, she's started to mean something to him. He'd claim it's the frostbite talking, but he's never felt this warm in his life.
He squeezes her hand. ]
Maybe it's best you speak. [ Best to have a plan in place, at least. Matthias would prefer it. He expects Nina might, too. ] I can't hide how I talk.
[ How Fjerdan he sounds. If her friends are truly her friends, they'll know she had been taken by drüskelle. The math is easy to pull together. ]
[ She hears the sigh. She sees the guilt he's carrying on his shoulder. Nina tugs him into an alley to get away from the hustle and bustle of the street. She wants to talk to him without worrying that the Second Army might have eyes on them. She hasn't let go of his hand. She looks up at him seriously. ]
You listen to me, and you listen to me good, min make. I have no regrets. None. I choose you, and I choose this.
[ She wants him to fully absorb what she's saying because she means it. Nina knows what she's walking away from. ]
And when we get in that boat, our life together starts and I think nothing sounds more beautiful than that.
[ Peering over her head, he drops his gaze to hers. Perhaps he'll come to terms with her accepting her choice and the consequences of that choice while out at sea. Or maybe it'll take him a lot longer than that to finally realise that she's chosen him, warts and all, leaving everything she knows behind.
Ducking his gaze, he nods. She'll nag him until he's started the process of accepting what she's confessed until he's blue in the face and as flat as a pancake.
He lifts his eyes to hers and nods again. ]
It sounds more beautiful than your snoring.
[ Matthias smiles and brushes his fingers against her jawline. But he agrees. After losing everything, he's gained everything again. He doesn't want to let that go, despite what she might think. ]
But I still think you should speak. If your friends try and find you… [ He lifts a big shoulder. ] They will never leave us alone if they think you are in trouble.
[ Nina rolls her eyes playfully at him. She knows he's doing it to inject some levity. She appreciates it. She leans into his touch and sighs.
She wishes it were that easy. One does not simply leave the Second Army. The duty the Grisha feel to their cause and to General Kirigan is so deep and unmatched. Even if she manages to convince Fedyor and the others that she's fine, the Darkling will never allow her to simply walk away. He suffers no traitors. He'd sooner take her down with the Cut then to allow her to walk away. ]
They'll never leave us alone if they know I've chosen this instead of them. It's better to let them think I'm missing in action somewhere.
[ Her legacy deserves better than to disappear without a trace. Stories should be told about Nina Zenik and her waffle ways… but he supposes that those tales can be saved for him now. They're his.
He smiles down at her before he takes her hand in his, gently wrapping his fingers through hers. ]
We should go. Before you fall asleep and snore so loudly the whole city will know where we are.
[ And she's right—he's trying to inject some levity in a situation that feels so heavy. She deserves it, to have Ravka see her smile one last time. ]
I know. You're so good hearted and noble. Of course it will bother you. But I promise you, I'm okay. I have no regrets.
[ As long as she can keep holding his hand, there's no regrets. She smiles when he takes hers again. Their fingers seamlessly fit between one another. She gives a nod of agreement and begins to lead him out of the alley, so they can resume their journey to the harbor.
She gives him a mock indignant look. ]
For the last time, I do not snore! You must be thinking of someone else.
[ Heat bursts across his skin, but Matthias steadfastly looks ahead. If he doesn't react, then she can't see it for the opportunity that it is. But knowing his heart, it's giving him away.
Aside from Trassel and the drüskelle in tight quarters, Nina's the only one he's slept close to. And he knows from the drüskelle what thunderous snores sound like. Nina had made sounds, but nothing close to the noises the drüskelle had. It's still fun to insist she had, though. It distracts her enough to distract him.
Taking in the streets so he can recall their detail in case Nina ever needs to be reminded of them, she shrugs. ]
[ She's quiet at that. It makes sense. Fjerdans are so terribly conservative and devout. It makes sense that they treat sex and intimacy as some kind of holy thing. Likely they put too much pressure on the women to stay pure if they expect them to be the nurturers and caretakers.
She hears the nervous way Matthias' heart beats. She moves to hug his arm as they walk, so that they're pressed close. Her cheek is pressed against him. ]
Are drüskelle allowed to marry? I'm not sure if I know that.
[ She feels the warmth spread in her heart at knowing that she is his first. It makes it even more important to her to treat him with the care he deserves. He's special. So special. She wants to show him that. ]
[ Although, many of them are married to their mission of ensuring Grisha pay for their crimes. That's something Matthias keeps to himself, the words no longer feeling as smooth as they once did on his tongue. The only crime Grisha is guilty for is living and being different. Otherwise, Nina is like any other woman… who isn't from Fjerda. (A very important distinction.) ]
Commander Brum is married. They would not have let him be in service if it wasn't. But not many do. [ "Commander Brum" feels too respectful now, given everything the man has done. But old habits.
He shrugs. ] Being a drüskelle takes you away from home, and in Fjerda, men are protectors. You cannot protect if you're not there to do so.
And Mrs. Brum? [ She's curious. In a way, she wants him to remember the fond memories of his brethren if he can. He doesn't condone what they do and stand for, but it doesn't erase the bonds built there between them. She would not hold it against him. ] If he is her protector and he leaves her for long stretches, how does that work?
[ Her own duty often had her gone for long stretches. Once she'd been old enough and skilled enough, Nina had been sent away across the globe to gather intel and rescue Grisha that had been unjustly and cruelly taken. Home is not a place for her. It's been her people, and now it is Matthias. ]
[ Even though she's not poking at it deliberately to pull at the threads and show him the gaping hole in Fjerda's logic, he understands it. How could Brum be a man of Fjerda yet leave his wife behind? His family? If his family was alive, Matthias would never leave them. His duty is to them. Protecting them protects his Fjerda.
Through, Brum had once told him that their cause served Fjerda, which, in turn, served everyone.
He smiles, chuckling softly. ] You don't need a protector, Nina. You do it all yourself.
[ Nina's not like the Fjerdan women. She's not like Fjerda at all. Matthias doesn't want to overstep and imply that she needs it when she doesn't. If anyone needs protecting, it seems to be him. ]
But I don't mind sharing the load. Many people need to be protected from your jokes.
[ That's not what being a protector of someone means, but Matthias smiles softly, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He doesn't expect her to follow the customs of Fjerda, not like he had done so in the whale huts. ]
[ Ah, so Fjerda isn't truly holier and better than the rest of the world. It still works like the rest of them. The problem with their sort of flexible beliefs is that people like Matthias would soon realize the inconsistencies. People like Matthias are earnest and noble and truly believe in the goodness of it all, so when it fails, he cannot abide by it. It's a betrayal to his beliefs.
Like when he discovered Grisha are people too. They laugh and love and feel just like the Fjerdans. She grins and bumps her hips against his because he's quite right. She's protected herself well over the years. ]
My jokes are hilarious! You're just too Fjerdan to truly appreciate them yet. [ Nina gives a cheeky wink. They're getting closer to the docks. She can see the sails of a ship. That'll do. ] How about we both protect each other then?
[ But she's right. He is too Fjerdan, and perhaps he has to get used to the idea of adapting to beliefs more flexible than the ones he had grown up with. If he carves away what strangles him, what's left?
Looking ahead, he glances around, a touch paranoid. They're so close, yet, he worries that it's all part of some nefarious plan. He thinks like a drüskelle too often. They would have done this if they knew a group of Grisha were travelling to the harbour.
But he's not drüskelle. He's Matthias Helvar. ]
I think that sounds like a good plan. [ He smiles down at her and squeezes her hand. It's not completely out of the ordinary. It's become theirs, after all. ] I look high, you look low. We cover all bases naturally.
[ When you cut away the beliefs that strangle him, he thinks he's a comedian. ]
I have loads of dirty jokes for when you're ready. [ She smirks over at him. They approach the ship where two Shu sailors sit amongst the crates. They share similar features. Siblings perhaps. They're casual and completely at ease though the woman gives a nod of greeting as they get closer. Nina holds on to Matthias' arm and smiles prettily at them. ]
Hello! My husband and I were seeking passage. Perhaps to Novyi Zem? We have coin.
[ Which she artfully produces from her pocket. It's a leather pouch of coins. She's lifted it from a drunken sailor at the inn who'd been too handsy with the serving girls. Karmic retribution, she sees it.
The siblings share a look with another. The man takes the bag and opens it it. After a long beat, he gives her a nod. ]
[ Too easy. That's what a pessimist thinks, and that's what Matthias is. He remains quiet, ensuring to remain as relaxed as possible. It's difficult. He wants to stand tall, rigid, and peer down at them like he's done to so many people since joining the ranks of the drüskelle. But he follows Nina's lead instead, being as calm and quiet as possible while attempting to relax.
When the Shu seem satisfied with the coin Nina hands over, Matthias does his best to cover his surprise. Slipping his arm out from her hand, he wraps it around her shoulders. It's a simple gesture, one that he's seen couples do in the streets of Ravka just now. It's how he wishes for them to be. ]
That was easy. [ He lowers his head and whispers it to her before impulsively, almost instinctually, pressing a kiss to her temple in an attempt to cover it.
The taller of the Shu scrutinises them for a moment before pointing down. ] Sleep downstairs. You've got no luggage to crowd the quarters.
[ Matthias lets Nina do any of the smiling before gently tugging her up the gangway and over to the opposite side of the ship, away from prying eyes and sharp ears. ]
[ Money talks. Loudly. It can buy a lot, but there's always the chance of being double crossed. She's all smiles, but she's always watching. Always wary. It's always better to be in the safe side. She turns her head towards Matthias at his little kiss and murmur and giggles. She pats his chest affectionately. ]
My husband thanks you. He's the strong, silent type. You understand.
[ The siblings only looo amused as they walk the gangway onto the ship. What surprises her is that the ship is filled with all sorts. Not just those of different countrymen, but there's a Squaller at the helm. She jerks in surprise which is met with a laugh behind her. The female of the two siblings speaks. ]
[ The hum is quiet. He doesn't make a show of looking around, too fearful of bringing attention to himself. Matthias is bulky and brawn; Nina is quiet and dainty with her secret keeping. Do they know they've let a Fjerdan on board? A member of the drüskelle?
A previous member of the drüskelle. Even if Matthias wanted to return to them, he couldn't. He wouldn't now. Perhaps if Commander Brum had been kinder…
Commander Brum has never been kind, not even to Matthias.
With his arm around her, Matthias ensures to keep Nina close. Despite no longer being on Ravkan soil, they're in Ravka's waters. He doesn't want them to take her away from him. He doesn't want the True Sea to take them under again. ]
Every time you say that, I feel warm all over.
[ It's a quiet murmur he says to the horizon, knowing Nina will hear it loud and clear alongside the fluttering of his heart. Husband. Not drüskelle. Not prick. Someone intimately important. ]
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Date: 2023-06-25 09:35 am (UTC)He smiles before he nods toward her plate. ]
Are you sure you don't want to finish your waffle, min fru?
[ Matthias figures if he's to be her husband, he's to ensure that she doesn't make any rash decisions, especially when it comes to her beloved food. ]
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Date: 2023-06-25 11:02 pm (UTC)Who says I can't do both? Where shall we go then? Leaving the city might be the best idea. We can go to the harbor and see what boats are going where then choose from there.
[ It's a spontaneous way of deciding where to go. She wonders if it makes him itch in all his Fjerdan conservatism to just fly by the seat of his hands. ]
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Date: 2023-06-26 12:05 am (UTC)Placing his hand in hers, he's gentle when he grips it. She's asking him to take a leap of faith, something that he's still not entirely confident in. What if he loses his footing and they go slipping into the icy waters again? Or she ends up injured or captured and taken away from him? What if he's discovered by his drüskelle brothers?
Matthias prefers plans. They keep things in order, people safe, and expectations clear. But everything to do with Nina has been an explosion of spontaneity.
He smiles softly at her as he considers her words. Everything in him wants a plan, but Matthias knows that's a luxury that perhaps they don't want. ]
We could go to Novyi Zem. There are no wolves there, but I have heard there are dogs. We could pretend to be farmers.
[ Where the weather is neither warm or cold. It won't favour him or her like Fjerda or Ravka would. ]
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Date: 2023-06-26 01:01 am (UTC)[ The Zemeni people are more understanding. There's a tranquility there that she envies. She hopes that perhaps the two of them might find some of that for themselves. She and Matthias both have seen so much death and suffering. They derserve a nice change of pace.
His hand is so much bigger than hers. He wears the calluses of training and labor while hers are soft. Despite his size and strength, his wolf paw holds her gently. Like she's a bird in his palm that he doesn't want to crush.
She stands up and feeds him some of her waffle. She's already paid for their meal. ]
I think you'd make a fine farmer. I'd be happy to watch you work a field and chop some wood. Preferably with your shirt off.
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Date: 2023-06-26 05:57 am (UTC)Now… It seems like he's busy being fed by that nation.
Flushing, he peers up at her for once. He thinks to press his lips together to prove difficult, but maybe he has his whole life to do that. He ensures to take a big bite of the waffle considering she's offering him something so precious to her. ]
I'd wear several shirts. It isn't proper to wear none.
[ The drüskelle won't kill Matthias. Him being a stubborn dumbass baking in the sun wearing several layers will.
With a playful purse to his lips, he shrugs. ] Long sleeves, right up to the neck.
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Date: 2023-06-26 03:35 pm (UTC)The thought of him wearing a shirt, layers of shirts even, while doing farm work draws an exaggerated pout out of her. She looks up at him, completely put out. ]
Ruin myfun, why don't you?
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Date: 2023-06-26 10:01 pm (UTC)Gripping her hand, he peers down at her. ]
I will wear nothing but pants for you, Nina.
[ Even in the cold, although he suspects he'd have her to help warm him up.
With pink blossoming at the tops of his cheeks, he glances around the street. It's a little too obvious he's practically a tourist, so Matthias tries not to look so out of place despite being blonde and big and very much the Fjerdan stereotype. ]
We should rest. We can go tomorrow.
[ Although, if she wants to board a ship now, he's more than happy to do so. But there's the issue of money and possessions and everything that they aren't carrying on their backs at this very moment. ]
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Date: 2023-06-26 10:40 pm (UTC)Not with Fedyor and the other Second Army here. They've been avoiding them so far. She doesn't want them to catch them off guard because she's let her guard down. The faster they got out of here, the better. She simply continues to lead him to the harbor with an apologetic shake of her head. ]
It's no longer safe here for us.
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Date: 2023-06-27 06:34 am (UTC)Somewhere during the shipwreck and the whale huts and their snow-covered journey, she's started to mean something to him. He'd claim it's the frostbite talking, but he's never felt this warm in his life.
He squeezes her hand. ]
Maybe it's best you speak. [ Best to have a plan in place, at least. Matthias would prefer it. He expects Nina might, too. ] I can't hide how I talk.
[ How Fjerdan he sounds. If her friends are truly her friends, they'll know she had been taken by drüskelle. The math is easy to pull together. ]
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Date: 2023-06-27 12:46 pm (UTC)You listen to me, and you listen to me good, min make. I have no regrets. None. I choose you, and I choose this.
[ She wants him to fully absorb what she's saying because she means it. Nina knows what she's walking away from. ]
And when we get in that boat, our life together starts and I think nothing sounds more beautiful than that.
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Date: 2023-06-28 05:29 am (UTC)Ducking his gaze, he nods. She'll nag him until he's started the process of accepting what she's confessed until he's blue in the face and as flat as a pancake.
He lifts his eyes to hers and nods again. ]
It sounds more beautiful than your snoring.
[ Matthias smiles and brushes his fingers against her jawline. But he agrees. After losing everything, he's gained everything again. He doesn't want to let that go, despite what she might think. ]
But I still think you should speak. If your friends try and find you… [ He lifts a big shoulder. ] They will never leave us alone if they think you are in trouble.
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Date: 2023-06-28 12:52 pm (UTC)[ Nina rolls her eyes playfully at him. She knows he's doing it to inject some levity. She appreciates it. She leans into his touch and sighs.
She wishes it were that easy. One does not simply leave the Second Army. The duty the Grisha feel to their cause and to General Kirigan is so deep and unmatched. Even if she manages to convince Fedyor and the others that she's fine, the Darkling will never allow her to simply walk away. He suffers no traitors. He'd sooner take her down with the Cut then to allow her to walk away. ]
They'll never leave us alone if they know I've chosen this instead of them. It's better to let them think I'm missing in action somewhere.
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Date: 2023-06-29 09:16 am (UTC)[ Her legacy deserves better than to disappear without a trace. Stories should be told about Nina Zenik and her waffle ways… but he supposes that those tales can be saved for him now. They're his.
He smiles down at her before he takes her hand in his, gently wrapping his fingers through hers. ]
We should go. Before you fall asleep and snore so loudly the whole city will know where we are.
[ And she's right—he's trying to inject some levity in a situation that feels so heavy. She deserves it, to have Ravka see her smile one last time. ]
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Date: 2023-06-29 12:51 pm (UTC)[ As long as she can keep holding his hand, there's no regrets. She smiles when he takes hers again. Their fingers seamlessly fit between one another. She gives a nod of agreement and begins to lead him out of the alley, so they can resume their journey to the harbor.
She gives him a mock indignant look. ]
For the last time, I do not snore! You must be thinking of someone else.
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Date: 2023-06-30 01:40 am (UTC)I've slept with no one else.
[ Heat bursts across his skin, but Matthias steadfastly looks ahead. If he doesn't react, then she can't see it for the opportunity that it is. But knowing his heart, it's giving him away.
Aside from Trassel and the drüskelle in tight quarters, Nina's the only one he's slept close to. And he knows from the drüskelle what thunderous snores sound like. Nina had made sounds, but nothing close to the noises the drüskelle had. It's still fun to insist she had, though. It distracts her enough to distract him.
Taking in the streets so he can recall their detail in case Nina ever needs to be reminded of them, she shrugs. ]
I know the sound.
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Date: 2023-06-30 12:52 pm (UTC)She hears the nervous way Matthias' heart beats. She moves to hug his arm as they walk, so that they're pressed close. Her cheek is pressed against him. ]
Are drüskelle allowed to marry? I'm not sure if I know that.
[ She feels the warmth spread in her heart at knowing that she is his first. It makes it even more important to her to treat him with the care he deserves. He's special. So special. She wants to show him that. ]
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Date: 2023-06-30 11:16 pm (UTC)[ Although, many of them are married to their mission of ensuring Grisha pay for their crimes. That's something Matthias keeps to himself, the words no longer feeling as smooth as they once did on his tongue. The only crime Grisha is guilty for is living and being different. Otherwise, Nina is like any other woman… who isn't from Fjerda. (A very important distinction.) ]
Commander Brum is married. They would not have let him be in service if it wasn't. But not many do. [ "Commander Brum" feels too respectful now, given everything the man has done. But old habits.
He shrugs. ] Being a drüskelle takes you away from home, and in Fjerda, men are protectors. You cannot protect if you're not there to do so.
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Date: 2023-06-30 11:33 pm (UTC)[ Her own duty often had her gone for long stretches. Once she'd been old enough and skilled enough, Nina had been sent away across the globe to gather intel and rescue Grisha that had been unjustly and cruelly taken. Home is not a place for her. It's been her people, and now it is Matthias. ]
Does that mean you are my protector now too?
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Date: 2023-07-01 12:15 am (UTC)[ Even though she's not poking at it deliberately to pull at the threads and show him the gaping hole in Fjerda's logic, he understands it. How could Brum be a man of Fjerda yet leave his wife behind? His family? If his family was alive, Matthias would never leave them. His duty is to them. Protecting them protects his Fjerda.
Through, Brum had once told him that their cause served Fjerda, which, in turn, served everyone.
He smiles, chuckling softly. ] You don't need a protector, Nina. You do it all yourself.
[ Nina's not like the Fjerdan women. She's not like Fjerda at all. Matthias doesn't want to overstep and imply that she needs it when she doesn't. If anyone needs protecting, it seems to be him. ]
But I don't mind sharing the load. Many people need to be protected from your jokes.
[ That's not what being a protector of someone means, but Matthias smiles softly, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He doesn't expect her to follow the customs of Fjerda, not like he had done so in the whale huts. ]
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Date: 2023-07-01 02:10 am (UTC)Like when he discovered Grisha are people too. They laugh and love and feel just like the Fjerdans. She grins and bumps her hips against his because he's quite right. She's protected herself well over the years. ]
My jokes are hilarious! You're just too Fjerdan to truly appreciate them yet. [ Nina gives a cheeky wink. They're getting closer to the docks. She can see the sails of a ship. That'll do. ] How about we both protect each other then?
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Date: 2023-07-01 03:11 am (UTC)[ But she's right. He is too Fjerdan, and perhaps he has to get used to the idea of adapting to beliefs more flexible than the ones he had grown up with. If he carves away what strangles him, what's left?
Looking ahead, he glances around, a touch paranoid. They're so close, yet, he worries that it's all part of some nefarious plan. He thinks like a drüskelle too often. They would have done this if they knew a group of Grisha were travelling to the harbour.
But he's not drüskelle. He's Matthias Helvar. ]
I think that sounds like a good plan. [ He smiles down at her and squeezes her hand. It's not completely out of the ordinary. It's become theirs, after all. ] I look high, you look low. We cover all bases naturally.
[ When you cut away the beliefs that strangle him, he thinks he's a comedian. ]
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Date: 2023-07-01 05:53 pm (UTC)Hello! My husband and I were seeking passage. Perhaps to Novyi Zem? We have coin.
[ Which she artfully produces from her pocket. It's a leather pouch of coins. She's lifted it from a drunken sailor at the inn who'd been too handsy with the serving girls. Karmic retribution, she sees it.
The siblings share a look with another. The man takes the bag and opens it it. After a long beat, he gives her a nod. ]
Welcome aboard.
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Date: 2023-07-02 02:26 am (UTC)When the Shu seem satisfied with the coin Nina hands over, Matthias does his best to cover his surprise. Slipping his arm out from her hand, he wraps it around her shoulders. It's a simple gesture, one that he's seen couples do in the streets of Ravka just now. It's how he wishes for them to be. ]
That was easy. [ He lowers his head and whispers it to her before impulsively, almost instinctually, pressing a kiss to her temple in an attempt to cover it.
The taller of the Shu scrutinises them for a moment before pointing down. ] Sleep downstairs. You've got no luggage to crowd the quarters.
[ Matthias lets Nina do any of the smiling before gently tugging her up the gangway and over to the opposite side of the ship, away from prying eyes and sharp ears. ]
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Date: 2023-07-02 05:48 pm (UTC)My husband thanks you. He's the strong, silent type. You understand.
[ The siblings only looo amused as they walk the gangway onto the ship. What surprises her is that the ship is filled with all sorts. Not just those of different countrymen, but there's a Squaller at the helm. She jerks in surprise which is met with a laugh behind her. The female of the two siblings speaks. ]
Captain invites all kinds on his ship.
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Date: 2023-07-02 11:02 pm (UTC)[ The hum is quiet. He doesn't make a show of looking around, too fearful of bringing attention to himself. Matthias is bulky and brawn; Nina is quiet and dainty with her secret keeping. Do they know they've let a Fjerdan on board? A member of the drüskelle?
A previous member of the drüskelle. Even if Matthias wanted to return to them, he couldn't. He wouldn't now. Perhaps if Commander Brum had been kinder…
Commander Brum has never been kind, not even to Matthias.
With his arm around her, Matthias ensures to keep Nina close. Despite no longer being on Ravkan soil, they're in Ravka's waters. He doesn't want them to take her away from him. He doesn't want the True Sea to take them under again. ]
Every time you say that, I feel warm all over.
[ It's a quiet murmur he says to the horizon, knowing Nina will hear it loud and clear alongside the fluttering of his heart. Husband. Not drüskelle. Not prick. Someone intimately important. ]
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