@sixofcrowsnet advent calendar: day five » magic
“i’ve thought about your powers,” wylan said, cheeks flushing pinker. “has it ever occurred to you that your grisha ability might be part of the reason you’re such a good shot?”
“wylan, you’re cute, but you’re a whole lot of crazy in one little glass.”
“maybe. but i’ve seen you manipulate metal. i’ve seen you direct it. what if you don’t miss because you’re directing your bullets too?”
jesper shook his head. this was ridiculous. he was a good shot because he’d been raised on the frontier, because he understood guns, because his mother had taught him to steady his hand, clear his mind, and to sense his target as much as see it. his mother. a fabrikator. a grisha, even if she never used that word. no. that’s not how it works. but what if it was?
