headcanon that jude duarte and juliette cai meet up and discuss their emo dark haired boyfriends and the latest knife developments over wine on tuesday nights
minor spoilers for six of crows, these violent delights, house of hades, the cruel prince and an ember in the ashes below!
listen i know we all love unhinged female villains but can we just appreciate unhinged boys for a second? like.
kaz brekker’s dark, wet hair against pale skin and glinting eyes when he tears out oomen’s eyeball because he can’t stand the thought that he might lose inej because she’s his wraith and yes, he protects his investments but he’s also afraid of being alone and won’t let the people he loves slip away from him, not again, because then he might actually turn into the monster everyone assumes him to be, and what would jordie think of him then?
roma montagov launching himself at dimitri in the fighting ring because he’s reached breaking point and his anger is overwhelming and all-consuming so he bares his teeth and lunges for his cousin to prevent himself from breaking down because if he can’t prove his strength to fucking dimitri of all people, how will he stay strong enough to resist juliette and make his father proud at the same time? and if he fails at that, won’t he lose everything?
percy jackson, perfectly composed, drowning akhlys in her own tears because if she’s inflicted so much sorrow on him, why shouldn’t she feel his pain for once? why shouldn’t she know what it’s like to feel afraid? why shouldn’t someone be afraid of him, for once, to give him the power to end their life in a flick of the wrist?
cardan greenbriar, eyes gleaming with hatred, pressing his quill into parchment to scribble jude jude jude over and over again, the ink bleeding through the page until it stains the desk beneath it, smiling dangerously as he holds a knife to the love of his life’s throat because it’s either kill her or kiss her and he’s not sure if he’ll survive either.
elias veturius killing his best friends in the third trial after seeing them dead in the first, anger tearing at his skin and blurring his vision because if he doesn’t kill them then he’ll be killed, and the only thing he’s been taught how to do is survive. it’s instinct. lifting his head slowly, hands shaking, surveying the massacre, blood stains spattered across his shirt, his stomach dropping because is this what i’ve become?
when something inside boys breaks and they go absolutely feral, it is absolutely terrifying. and i love it.
the feminine urge to punch everyone who talks back to me because it seems like the sort of thing jude duarte would do and jude duarte is a bad bitch and i want to be one too
never not thinking about that jurdan moment in queen of nothing when:
“What was it like?” I ask. “Being a serpent.”
He hesitates. “It was like being trapped in the dark,” he says. “I was alone, and my instinct was to lash out. I was perhaps not entirely an animal, but neither was I myself. I could not reason. There were only feelings—hatred and terror and the desire to destroy.”
I start to speak, but he stops me with a gesture. “And you.” He looks at me, his lips curving in something that’s not quite a smile; it’s more and less than that. “I knew little else, but I always knew you.”
And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.
