Six Sentence Sunday - Good at Starting Fires
Once upon a time an anon asked for an angsty Nessian piece where Cassian sees Nesta in her underwear for the first time in the Illyrian camps.
I write fanfiction slooooowly (can you tell?) but it’s finally done and will be posted next week. Here’s a snippet before then!
“Upstairs and to the left,” he said and Nesta turned to him. “That’s where your room will be. Mine’s next to it, same side. Both will warm up quick when the fire’s lit as the floorboards heat too.” Cassian jerked his head to the stairs, “Go and get changed, I’ll grab wood for the fire.”
Her face, one of permanent indifference and as smooth as porcelain, changed. The expression lasted only seconds before Nesta schooled it into something passing for neutral.
“Fine, I shouldn’t have expected you to be prepared.”