#(he could’ve knocked the mug over or the other muse could’ve knocked it over tbh!)

[theaterism]

Upon being knocked over, the mug should have fallen and shattered, and its contents should have spilled over the floor. Instead, it never hit the wood. It froze halfway there. The drink had begun spilling out, but the liquid hung suspended in midair as well.

“Ah.” Castor stared at it, surprise and slight alarm overtaking his typical casual expression. He still held his pocket watch in one hand. He had checked the time at precisely the wrong moment. Regaining his senses, he cleared his throat and offered the sole witness a sheepish smile. “I don’t suppose you could… forget this ever happened, could you?”

#|☆| open #|☽| castor ( storyteller ) #|☆| ic #(!! i WILL post this tho bc i do have inspiration for the storyteller agsgd) #(specifically for the times when he’s Slightly less chill bc he’s usually very chill despite being extra) #(he could’ve knocked the mug over or the other muse could’ve knocked it over tbh!) #(either way castor would’ve Slipped Up) #(i appreciate instinctive magic…..)