open/closed ][ I should not be left to my own devices

[bealufull]

Who: Kaz Brekker & open
When: March
Where: Cadens & Horizon
What: catch all for post event stress, open posts in comments
Warnings: violence, bar fights, the damage of such fights, gambling, likely excessive drinking, talk of body horror, vicious mockery including taunting others about weight and looks





𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥

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[bealufull]

It is such a small thing but it feels like a major triumph for him. He's rarely had moments where contact were out of kindness, or with a tenderness, that didn't involve those he was close to. The kind that comes with a fight and punches thrown is something else entirely.

Even as she withdraws her hand, he gives a nod that is as much for himself as for her. It softens his expression as well. "I think you'll pick it up well if you keep practicing," he says, again a kindness to his words he's not used to but like so much, it's trying things out and seeing what comes of them.

"I will tell him that, and I appreciate your help."

If he's finally going to act instead of moping without actual moping, having introductions and names to start with is a good thing. Though that questions gives him pause as does so many talks about their lives before and what they've lost here. For most its people. Not so much for Kaz.

"Some of what I did before doesn't feel right here. Starting over again though without the same reputation I've had though has been interesting."

Harder. He knows he means harder but he's not admitting that. Especially when those you care about remind you that you can be anyone else, and you're not sure you want to be.

"I never thought about starting over without everything but then I suppose most haven't."

[theidlemaiden]

"Ugh, practice," she says it with an eye roll, but delight from having accomplished it once still bubbling over take the form of a grin. "To be honest, I don't know how much of that I'll be doing. It's a little too much like school."

Except it isn't. As truthful as that statement is, Hilda is already moving her hand in an attempt to try again. Perhaps it's because it's a mostly mindless thing that doesn't take that much effort on her part. Or maybe she's encouraged by the kindness and soft quality that nudged into his otherwise intense features.

She tries to add up what little she knows about Kaz. A gambling club on its own doesn't imply wrong doing, but it could very well bring about a less than ideal reputation if someone looked down on that sort of thing. Maybe that's what he means. Hilda lets out a brief little noise of agreement. "I definitely haven't." Or rather, she has. But any time she's entertained the thought of anything else than what she's convinced herself she is, she's smothered it.

This isn't about her though. An encouraging smile flutters to her lips, "But I think starting somewhere doesn't hurt. And if you don't like it, you have the freedom to do something else here. I'm sure they don't call this the Free Cities for nothing."