Character Cup Novels & Stories

…Eva's pov… As I received the cup from Alpha Nate, I could feel the warmth of his hands lingering on its surface. I held it firmly, my fingers wrapping around the delicate porcelain. It was a moment of both anticipation and trepidation. What if something went wrong? What if this ceremonial drink held a hidden meaning or a hidden consequence? My heart fluttered with nervousness, and I couldn't help but steal a side glance at Elder Ken, seeking reassurance.

Doesn’t look like he has a spare hand to get her a drink. Seems to understand her hesitation, he raises the coffee pot in his office, a shy bitter smile on the corner of his lips: “I have got coffee here, if you…” “Yeah, sure! Thanks,” Not wishing to further embarrass the man, Scar quickly agrees to the coffee, looking around for a cup, “Coffee would be great!” Scar reaches for a paper cup, only to look up to see Sebastian holding a cup. Not any cup. It’s the one Scar bought and insisted to leave at his office the first year after they married.

Yet, I ached to hear her say my name, to scream it out the way she had yesterday except I was imagining a completely different scenario. Malea picked up the coffee cup and held it out to me. "I got this brewed at 210 degrees and it cooled. I already checked its temperature and its 202 exactly." She shook the cup a little to get my attention after I hadn't taken it from her. Her dark hair was down from its usual bun and cascaded down her shoulders in natural waves. I swallowed and grabbed the cup from her waiting hand. "I really appreciate what you've done with the–uh, room. It looks–"

I waited. “Make tea she didn’t drink.” A pause. “She said the making of it was the useful part. That by the time she had boiled the kettle and found the cup and decided which one, whatever she had been anxious about had usually sorted itself.” He looked at the cup. “She had very strong opinions about which cup.” “What kind of opinions?” I said. He almost smiled. It did not quite arrive but I saw it trying. “She said mugs were for comfort and cups were for clarity.” He set it back down. “She had a specific one for difficult conversations. White. Very plain. She said a plain cup did not distract from the thinking.”