@crysbeckett : [ MUG ] wrap my muse’s hands around a hot mug
𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 -- such is the life in the northeast of tal’dorei , and such is the life of cassandra de rolo . she’s been wrapped up in her work for hours now , since long before the sun fell behind the mountains . crystal’s appearance and gently insistent grasp on her hands stuns her out of it , blue eyes flaring wide before she calms herself . crystal is no threat to her , she knows , and the warmth of the mug calms her nerves and reminds her of the time of night that surrounds them . “ you . . . startled me , ” she says , sheepish .









