astor
Astor was content. The food was good, Ash was putting just the smallest hint of bounce back in his movements. Heâd always been so⌠optimistic, for a vampire. (Sure, some of them were, but most of them werenât.) Despite all of the shit heâd been through. Astor felt like crawling out of his own skin when his fellow death dealer looked so put out, and he was selfishly basking in the warmth of Ashâs playful sounding whining. That was much more like it. The small smile, even if it didnât quite meet his eyes, was better than nothing. He was swallowing his most recent bite to reply, most definitely going to tease Ash more, but then the word âdadâ came out⌠and he shoved another bite into his mouth. Best to keep that one to himself.
He listened, snorting at Ash when he called himself a keeper. If only he knew, if only heâd believe it of himself. Astor couldnât tell why his mind was pulling back from this simpleness of the moment. Sometimes he hated the way he could never turn off his thoughts, all it ever took was a gentle shove into a serious conversation and he was there, not here. He smiled any way though, raising his eyebrows up at Ash, pulling away from that place. Maybe it was more of a smirk, with the tilt that it had, well if Ashton was going to just pull it out of him â âIâm sure you can take a few good guesses. Iâll give you a hint, some of them go right along with you calling me Daddy.â He laughed, unable to help it at the look that fleeted over Ashtonâs face for just a second. He laughed some more, taking a good few moments to calm down, before a hand came to rest over his stomach. âI think the rest you can just lay out for them. Iâm ate those first three too fast. They were delicious though, obviously, so thanks.â
Ashton was already feeling much calmer, and less antsy. The distractions, both pancake and person, have been helping and he could feel the nerves and the whispers ebb away. Sometimes Ashton isn't sure if Astor knows how much he helps him stay calm and feel safe. While other times he thinks Astor knows exactly how much he needs him. The smiles and banter was genuine, something Ashton really appreciates between them. Something genuine was hard to have, everyone seem to be out for themselves, and Ashton, out for them. Not that Astor doesn't have selfish goals, but they're put aside. Sometimes.Â
Ashton almost pours way too much batter as Astor speaks with a comeback. Some suggestive comeback that gets rewarded with a look of confusion and embarrassment and an outcry. "And what does that even mean?!" Not that he doesn't think about it but Ashton was not about to go into any thoughts or fantasies. He dragged his focus back towards the pan, the overpoured batter somehow forming one large pancake instead. Astor just continues to laugh while Ashton's face would've steamed in heat if it could. Though he couldn't bring himself to look at Astor at the moment, the small smile grows simply hearing that laughter dance around the household. Everyone could you a little bit of joy even if it's at Ashton's expense of his dignity. "Told you you wouldn't be able to finish it." He tried to claim back the lost dignity shifting the focus back to Astor. He had a slight frown towards the pancakes, "Are they though? I don't think I properly measured everything out. It might be too soggy.." He was still skeptical, staring intently at his creation. Sometimes little white lies float around the house, especially with a 4 year old running around.















