Fine, you vultures. This is for @dustjacketmusings and only @dustjacketmusings. Snip Snip Hoorah....
Cassian wakes up to the sound of a phone ringing and he thinks of the class he has at 8:00am... But it’s not 8:00am and he’s not scrambling in his underwear, groggy as he tries to search for his phone. The ringing seems to be coming from Nesta’s phone or that’s at least what he gathers as he watches Nesta push off of him. Cassian grunts as elbows dig into his stomach.
Her hair is in tangles as she holds that phone up to her ear. The antlers hang off to one side. Cassian can only blink blankly. He doesn’t remember ever lying down and the warmth he feels across his chest, the smell of her shampoo has him scowling.
She’d been laying on him... and he missed it!
Nesta pointedly dismisses him as she heads for the front door, not even glancing his way. She speaks in low hushed whispers as if there are secrets she keeps. Feyre? Cassian can’t recall the name, but he tries to as he pushes off the muddled blankets, searching for his phone.
They must have fallen asleep together...
Cassian doesn’t know whether he should sings praises or shake fists. He decides that he’ll make the decision when Nesta comes back and he gouges her mood. If she kills him, they’ll be safe. If she scorns him... they’ll never make it out alive.
Yes, Cassian nods to himself. He’ll decide when Nesta gets back.
But Nesta takes her time with her call which is well and good since it takes him a while to find his phone. The lights of the tree are still on, little bobbles of red and green, touches of gold, so Cassian doesn’t bother with the lamp. Not the brightest idea when he can’t see a thing.
He finds his phone at last on top one of the cabinets along the wall. There’s several notifications listed on the bright screen and he scowls at the flash of light.
It’s barely past twelve. They must have fallen asleep during the last movie...
Cassian checks Snapchat first. The group name has been changed to Ya Filthy Animals and Azriel’s name is at the bottom.
Cassian doesn’t bother asking though. Instead he clicks on the picture that’s been sent to all of them.
Nesta is draped across his body, her cheek tucked to his chest. Cassian has his hand in her hair, and he’s holding her close. Just a little too desperately to be platonic. The blanket lies on them like a bank of snow. The lights dance along their skin.
They look... in love. So damn cozy in his childhood home and Cassian saves the picture before he moves onto the replies. It will be the second photo he has of her now.
The reply is from Emerie. Oh, my fucking god.
Azriel types, Never regret adding me to the group chat. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!
The next reply is from Gwyn and Cassian can almost see her blank expression. It’s not Christmas.
