#nessien

[youkoeyes]

Alright. I have already asked this before, but since we are possibly only three weeks away from an announcement, I thought I would check the temperature again. Who is the next book going to be about?

Elucien

Elriel

Gwynriel

Nessian

Neris

Tamlain

Azris

Morie

Brycriel

Vassien

Feysand

Other

Voting ended onApr 26, 2025

[pastellanar-blog]

I LOVE HURTING MY EYES

[thenurseholliday]

Always in front of me in line for the coffee shop with a ridiculous order that takes forever to make- Nessian AU

Hello Everyone! I’m currently writing prompts in exchange for signal boosts and votes for a design contest I’m currently in! If you’d like to exchange send me a prompt for a mini-drabble and I’ll send you the details for the vote! This is for @klarolinestan who asked for  Always in front of me in line for the coffee shop with a ridiculous order that takes forever to make au. Nessian.  Hope you like it BB. Thanks again! 

No. Not again.

Not today.

Honestly, if he was able to drag himself out of bed the first time his alarm went off in the morning, every single morning he wouldn’t have this problem.  

But Cassian, Head Securities Officer, had once again gone out with his boss and the CEO of Velaris (the most powerful consulting firm in New York) and once again drank a teensy bit more than he had intended too. So this morning, when his phone started screaming at an unearthly loud volume he had once again pushed snooze till the absolute last minute before he had to head out the door or risk being late.

Rhys never had this problem. If Cassian didn’t know any better, he’d honestly think the asshole didn’t get hangovers.

Cassian however did.

Hence why he was once again standing behind ridiculously picky latte order-er with the incredibly nice ass.

It was a chore to even stand at the moment.

Not to mention that it was cloudy with a chance of rain outside and the dark lensed glasses perched on his face were absolutely unnecessary. For anyone who didn’t have a headache that could move the Richter scale.

The act of moving the step forward in line caused him to sigh loudly. It was out of agony.

Especially when Mrs. venti, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat, extra hot, split quad shots, no foam latte, with whip, 2 packets of splenda, 1 sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and 3 short sprinkles of cinnamon decided she needed to explain her order for the 17th fucking time.

“Hi there, I need a Venti, half-whole milk one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat…”

See?!

FUCKING CALLED IT.

Another agonized moan escaped him as he fought the urge to lay down on the floor and curl into a ball. Didn’t the universe realize that he needed Java? Immediately? Or he might actually die.

He was contemplating that very thing when his eyes met a pair of Blue-Grey ones that if they weren’t currently glaring at him he might of gotten lost in.

Had he ever had a chance to look at anything other than picky latte order-er’s ass?

Clearly not. Because he’d thought he’d remember that she was stunning, even when she looked like she was about to shiv him.

“Am I disturbing you?” She said looking at him as if she could disembowel him with the spike of her teetering heels. If Cassian were a lesser man, he might even believe she had a shot.

He chuckled lightly, before looking up at the terrified barista behind the counter looking at the exchange as if he feared for both his own, and Cassian’s life.

“She’ll take her usual, and mine for that matter.” The man gave him a slightly relieved smile before launching into work behind the machine.

Picky Latte Order-er scoffed. “Excuse me.”

He gave her a wicked grin, tamping down the wince the effort caused. “You’re excused.”

She balked, color staining the tops of her cheekbones and flushing down.  Her golden brown hair was bound at the nape of her neck, her eyes roaring with flames as he saw the cobra twisting in her veins coil as if ready to strike.

Hmmmmm…. He inwardly purred as he watched his words needle their way under her skin.  Kitten’s got claws. He had to admit, if the woman’s latte order were any less ridiculous, she’d be a helluva partner to consider taking a tumble with.  She definitely had fire. And he could imagine she’d be glorious once divested of the prim black pencil skirt and snow white button down.

“You might not know this, but you’re behind me in line, which means that it isn’t you turn. I wasn’t finished.” She turned as if to flag the barista who was currently pouring out types of milk for her order like a mad scientist.

“You order the same thing ever day princess. I figured I’d just streamline the whole process and save the poor guy the 15 minute lecture.”

She swiveled back at him, hands set on her hips.

“I do not give him a 15 minute lecture.”

The barista finally finished placing his black coffee with two sugars and a dash of creamer in it, and set it down quietly on the counter. Cassian took a minute to move the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to rest on the top of his head. He moved reaching for for his cup. The action put him nearly directly against picky latte order-er and he was more than satisfied when she backed into the counter, her eyes widening as she stared up at him. When she wasn’t scowling… well…when she wasn’t scowling she was downright breathtaking.  And right now, as she stared up at him, dusky pink lips parted, eyes fluttering in confusion, brow infinitesimally puckered picky latte order-er might even be incomparable.

His hand circled his cup and he lightly lifted it up, eyes devouring the planes of her face. Somehow he had managed to catch her off guard, and he doubted very much that the warrior of a woman was rarely at a loss for words. He quite fancied that. His head angled, and he analyzed the few inches between them. Those lips, they’d probably taste just as deliciously complicated as her coffee order.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Then he was off, coffee in hand.  Moving to flick his sunglasses back in place and listening to the outraged scoff from behind him.  

It took her only a second to realize what he’d done.

He quite fancied that too.

“Aren’t you going to pay for your coffee?!” She spat after him.

His face hurt from the sheer force of his grin as without hesitation he pushed open one of the doors to the bustling city street.

“Nope.”

He checked his watch as he moved onto the sidewalk leaving the shop behind, just to be sure, 8:47.  With the prospect of seeing picky latte order-er again, he’d have to make sure to hit the snooze button again tomorrow.

[pastellanar-moved]

look at my elf oc nessien

[aly-naith]

“Why should I bother defending myself," Nesta said with lethal cold, "to a male who is so puffed up on his own sense of importance there's barely enough space in the room for his enormous head?”

Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury