[ It’s good timing, she thinks. Because soon enough, she’s hearing the tap of Kaz’s cane on the stairs, that particular cadence of his walk. Being in charge of the Slat, he could have moved down to the first floor, could’ve made it the shortest walk from the door to his room.
But she knows he won’t. The attic is his space, the furthest point away from the noise and crowd of the first floor. Here, there aren’t too many bodies in close quarters. Nowadays, it’s only him without her ghosting his steps.
For a short while, she’ll do that again, this time because she misses it. Misses the way they move around each other in an easy flow, a current that seems like they’ve known the other longer than they have. Most of all, though, she just misses him.
He doesn’t immediately notice her when he steps in, his expression filled with pre-occupation. It’s not a scheme, that much she can tell, but there’s a plan. Something he’s considering; it’s in the divot between his brows. ]
I see I beat your runner here. [ Of course she did, the rooftops have always been the fastest route back. ]
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But she knows he won’t. The attic is his space, the furthest point away from the noise and crowd of the first floor. Here, there aren’t too many bodies in close quarters. Nowadays, it’s only him without her ghosting his steps.
For a short while, she’ll do that again, this time because she misses it. Misses the way they move around each other in an easy flow, a current that seems like they’ve known the other longer than they have. Most of all, though, she just misses him.
He doesn’t immediately notice her when he steps in, his expression filled with pre-occupation. It’s not a scheme, that much she can tell, but there’s a plan. Something he’s considering; it’s in the divot between his brows. ]
I see I beat your runner here. [ Of course she did, the rooftops have always been the fastest route back. ]