Recent content by Katja

Take your time Ozwald. I hope you find some chill time <3

Time slipped away, unnoticed and unimportant, as they swayed together in the quiet embrace of the music. There was no urgency, no expectation—only warmth, only presence. She had never had such presence. The world outside her own little bubble might as well have ceased to exist. Katja barely...

Katja’s fingers curled around his as he took her hand, and though she tried to act as though it were nothing, her heart gave an entirely traitorous little flutter. She tilted her head at his reasoning. That was the excuse he went with? She bit back a smirk. "Mhmm," she hummed, amusement warm...

Gods, the way he froze—wide-eyed and utterly flustered. Perhaps, she had overstepped.. Katja bit the inside of her cheek, dropping her gaze as if suddenly fascinated by her bare feet. Her toes curled against the floor, and she exhaled a quiet laugh. "Oh, I won’t..." she murmured, voice softer...

Katja hadn’t been sure what to expect from him, but seeing him relax—enjoying himself, even for just a moment—was enough to make her own smile grow brighter. For all his grumbling and stiff movements, the man had a certain charm about him when he let go, even just a little. She felt a flush...

Katja’s felt the heat creep into her cheeks at what she assumed was a lie. She felt somewhat foolish, but it was a small thing, but she let herself believe it for the moment. She had learned long ago that sometimes, it was better to believe the small, kind things. The soft laughter that bubbled...

Katja simply stared for a moment, her brows lifting as she studied him as if searching for any hint of mockery. When she found none, her lips curled in amusement, something knowing flickering behind her eyes. Feeling guilty, was he? She hesitated only a moment before her face lit, and she...

Katja cast a quick glance toward Alistair, her smile flickering for just a moment before she turned away, spinning on her toes. “That’s alright, spoil sport… I’m used to being alone anyway,” she murmured with a shrug, lifting her arms as the melody carried her into another twirl. Her voice was...

Katja stood in the entrance to the vault, her eyes wide with awe. It was like stepping into a different world altogether. Her usually sharp, calculating gaze softened, drinking in the sight of the treasures that filled the space. She had only heard snippets of the vault's contents, but nothing...

Katja's cheeks burned at the compliment, her fingers instinctively reaching up to twist a damp strand of golden hair. "Hm." She shrugged, trying to play it off, though the flustered way she studied the floor betrayed her. "Silk bed sheets...Fancy." she echoed thoughtfully with a bob of her...

She plopped down beside him with a dramatic huff, taking another swig from the bottle before passing it back. "Hm." She nodded as if reassuring herself. "Thanks. I'll be fine. I think." A small, lopsided smile tugged at her lips as she drew in a deep, steadying breath. Her gaze lingered on him...

Katja stopped abruptly, as though his words had physically struck her. One hand settled over her chest, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of her shirt. “Killed one? Oh my. How sad.” Her lips parted slightly, her brow furrowing as she stared at him, as though he’d just admitted to...

Katja listened intently, nodding along as though committing each place to memory, as though she could ever hope to see them all. The sheer breadth of the world he had traveled left her momentarily awed, and a strange feeling settled in her chest—something between longing and disbelief. How had...

Katja nodded, her gaze settling on his face, steady and understanding. She knew what it was to lose something.. The warmth of belonging, the sting of its absence. "Loss means you had something worth grieving," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "I think that's both a curse and a kindness...

Alistair's words painted a picture of a world both brutal and beautiful, where strength and survival intertwined with camaraderie. Katja listened, watching him closely, noting the way his otherworldly gaze flickered with memory, with something deeper. She smiled as he spoke of his fellow...