๐ฐโ๐ฆโ๐ฟโ ๐งโ๐ทโ๐ชโ๐ฐโ๐ฐโ๐ชโ๐ทโ (brekkbybrekk) wrote in madisonvalley,
Re: Kaz and Inej
Kaz and dating were about as compatible as oil and water. He was still growing accustomed to what dating meant and what it entailed. Though, one thing was always for certain: he always enjoyed spending time with Inej. While his mind would never truly stop working, planning, he did his best focus solely on her in these moments and less on the next heist they were about to undertake.
The movie marathon was a strange, new experience for them both and while nothing bad had ever happened during one of them, Kaz remained vigilant all the same. Though, he would savor any chance he had to spend some quiet time alone with Inej. The fact that they could also learn something in the process was a bonus. Perhaps most important was seeing her happy. There was nothing he wouldn't do to ensure that happiness, no price high enough that he would not pay, for that was what love entailed and Kaz, for his lack of words and stunted emotion, knew he loved Inej.
To be fair, Kaz expected the haunted house to be more cute and fun and less scary during the day. It was one reason he'd also pushed for them to go during the day. Both Inej and himself suffered from PTSD. The last thing they needed was to have an experience with the potential of triggering it. Yes, Kaz was still learning dating etiquette, but he knew for certain he didn't want that to be part of his experience with Inej. They deserved a day without having to fight for their lives.
Once upon a time, Kaz may have only seen Inej as an investment, a means to an end, and nothing more, but that had changes over the years. His respect for her grew as did his trust till he knew with upmost certainty that there was no one else he trusted with his life more. As much as he wanted to beg her to stay in Ketterdam, stay with him, he knew he couldn't keep her. She wasn't his to keep and if he tried to force her, he would be no better than those dreadful people at the Menagerie. No, Kaz recognized the Inej was her own person just as he was and she had her own path to follow. Her own dreams to fulfill. He only hoped she'd allow him to be a part of those dreams with her. To help her when he could and that she would come back to him alive.
That smile. That was all he ever needed. He often bragged about money, wealth being his dream of choice, his reason for existence, but that wasn't true. No, it was the woman whose hand rest snuggly in his own and whose eyes could see into the depths of his very soul and whose smile made him feel as if there was hope still in this world.
The faintest trace of a smile formed on his lips and those gloved fingers briefly tightened around hers. "A drink it is," he replied and guided her to the concession stand.
"What kind would you like? Would you like more than one?"