and nature must obey necessity

Aster. Fae. botanist.

[aster-dark]

lionxani·:·

It was easy to find your way to the Gluttony room, even without her enhanced sense of smell Ani could track it down with no trouble. This party was a godsend if you asked her. The kind that she was more than happy to attend, even if being a server was a little demeaning. She still found it easy to serve herself to any food she felt like tasting. Since no one seemed to pay too close attention, she’d put her tray down and was allowing herself a drink, surveying the people around her. Her gaze came to a stop when noticing actual horns on a pretty blonde. Before she could ask if they were the real deal, the female answered for her. “They’re gorgeous.” she said honestly, stepping closer. “Nice enough huh? And what would that entail, if I might ask?” a wicked gleam entered her blue hues. 

❀

Aster couldn’t help but chuckle. “I should have thought of that before I said it.” It was more honest than she normally would be. She would blame the alcohol if she needed to. “I guess not be rude? Or ask me to do something I don’t feel like?” She took another sip of her drink before speaking once more. “I’m Aster,” she said with a nod of her head. “Maybe you could help me figure out what I mean by nice enough?” 

[aster-dark]

She had to admit, not hiding her horns all the time was rather freeing. Not that she minded doing it. Truthfully, it helped her get what she wanted. Everyone thought one thing but she was really another. Though she did get a few looks as she walked around the party. She had ended up in the gluttony room, some fruity drink in her hand. She felt eyes on her and turned to look at the other person. Their eyes were on the horns and she couldn’t help but smile. “They’re real,” she said before taking a sip of her drink. “If you’re nice enough, I’ll let you touch them.” 

@firebrandstarters​

[aster-dark]

slavecharliehayes·:

Charlie hated everything about this. She hated being at this party, hated her body being forcibly on display. She just wanted to go home–or whatever the hell the gutters could be considered. A few hours in she managed to find her way to a door outside and she slipped through it, just leaning against the wall and closing her eyes as she took a few breaths, trying to relax. 

Except barely a minute later the door was opening and she practically growled under her breath. “Can’t I just get two minutes?” she meant for it to sound angry but instead it came out more pleading.

@firebrandstarters·

“Sorry,” Aster said, looking at the other woman. Truth be told, she just needed a break. There were a lot of people she didn’t know in there. A lot of things going on that were just.....a lot. She needed a moment though apparently she wasn’t the only one. Her eyes looked around the area they were in, hoping for another person. Anyone she might be able to talk to and leave the other woman alone. Seeing no one, she decided she had to be the one to ask. “Are you alright?” 

[aster-dark]

succubixevie·:

Dressed with easy access in mind, Evie moved through the rooms, taking in the sights (and sounds) of the elaborate party they’d thrown together. Lust was thick enough in the air that she could taste it without even needing to exert herself or her powers, but, well, what good was a party like this if she wasn’t going to make the most of it.

Coming up to the nearest person, Evie grinned, tilting her head as she met their eyes, her own flashing purple for just a moment. “You know, this is also serving as my birthday party. Did you bring me a present?”

@firebrandstarters·

Aster wasn’t entirely sure why she went to the party. Curiosity more than anything, really. And well, it was fun to watch everyone. Plus there was good food. As much as she missed the forrest, she did love the food in the city. She had a lollipop in her mouth, another in her hand. She wandered into Greed and was watching for a few moments when she heard someone next to her. She raised an eyebrow, holding out the other piece of candy. “I didn’t know a present was required but you’re welcome to this. It’s all I’ve got on me.” 

[aster-dark]

Aster’s outfit || wrath and gluttony 

wrath: her anger about losing her home 

gluttony: her sweet tooth that has only increased since moving to the city

@firebrandaesthetics​

[aster-dark]

hellishjax​:

“Hey…wait up!” The hound was quick to pick up the watch that fell to the mud, wiping it on his shirt before attempting to hand it back to the other. In all honesty he wasn’t even sure if it was theirs, but it was his best guess. “I think you may have dropped this?” The hound tried, fiddling with it now to make sure it was clean enough. “It fell off to the side, I just happened to see it.” @firebrandstarters​

Aster didn’t even realize the man had been talking to her until he was right in front of her. She looked at the watch and recognized it as her brother’s. Though how it ended up in her bag, she wasn’t sure. She looked at the bottom and saw the hole, sighing softly. She must have caught it on something at the greenhouse. “Thanks,” she said with a smile, folding up the bag to hide the hole before putting the watch back in it. “I would have never noticed. My brother must have stuck it in here for some reason.” 

[aster-dark]

vcred​:

outside of Sucre Bleu open starter @firebrandstarters 

Today was Vered’s birthday. Quite frankly, he didn’t very much like his birthday, or at least he’d come not to like it after he’d lost his family. Besides, it felt…wrong to celebrate something so inconsequential this year. And though he’d tried to find strength in surviving another year, what was so special about that? Needing some time to himself, Vered had taken the day off work and found himself wandering the city as he’d done so many days before. It was amazing how alone he could feel here despite the thousands of beings that surrounded him at any given moment. Stopping outside of a sweet smelling shop, he briefly admired the candy displayed in the window. He had a vicious sweet tooth and something sugary always made him feel slightly better…

Feeling someone stand beside him he offered a soft smile but kept his gaze on the shop. “They look lovely, don’t they?”

Aster was never one to sit still. It wasn’t as much of a problem before as it was now. Now there wasn’t a forrest at her fingertips. This lead to a lot of exploring, meandering through town like there was nothing else to do. In reality, it just made her even more upset about their home. How could this ever sustain them? How could this even work? Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw Vered. Maybe she wasn’t the only one feeling melancholy today. “They do look nice,” she said softly. “But I would take flowers over these any day.” 

[anyataylorjuy]

[aster-dark]

wiccanxgen·:

Gen couldn’t help the way her eyes widened slightly as she saw the horns starting to come out, but the girl didn’t seem angry or anything so she relaxed and let out a breath, nodding. “True–these included, since they’re new and were the last ones. It would suck if they’d been crushed minutes after being opened.”

Aster gave a bright smile. “See? Even the paints are safe.” Even she could appreciate that. She didn’t like to see pretty things harmed. Art was very much one of those things. “What is it you’re working on?” 

[aster-dark]

fae-torryn​:

“I have always enjoyed such a thing, but then again I have always indulged in being a strong warrior figure.” She chuckled, loving to show herself off when she was in full fighting mode. “Hard to say” she chuckled, sitting herself down and then giving a clearing of her throat “Completely unhappy in the city, but otherwise functioning.”

Aster gave Torryn a small smile. “I don’t know if any of us are really happy,” she said softly. “How can we be in a place like this?” She took another breath before speaking once more. “My father says we just need to find places that are a little happier than others. I’m not sure how right he is.” 

[aster-dark]

fae-torryn​:

“Indeed we all must” she agreed, her own tone low- there was no way that Torryn had adapted at all and everyone knew it in reality. She felt like she was the only one left that was hanging onto her Hive values. The woman then nodded “It is a shame that you must hide yourself. I myself have been rather defiant when in the city, refusing to hide my horns and wings” she said almost proudly “They need to seeus for what we are in my opinion”

“I don’t mind it too much,” she said with a smile. “I like being underestimated. People assume I must be one thing because of how I look. Watching them be wrong is entertaining.” She let her fingers move over the plant, smiling as a small flower bloomed. She pushed it over towards Torryn with a smile. “How are you doing?” 

[aster-dark]

xxm00n-dust​:

Ondine unlocked the front door with a quick flick of their wrist and a sigh. The little bell over the door jingled happily to greet her. It almost brought out a smile, the lights flickered on as the sun wasn’t quite enough to light up the space, “Good morning, darlings!” She called, placing her satchel on the shelf behind the counter and pulling out her apron. A quick wing stretch just to help themselves feel more awake. 

She pulled the straps around her middle and tied them carefully into a bow, a now comforting routine. The shop was the only thing that even remotely felt like home now. And even then it was still empty. Ondine had never imagined themselves somewhere else other than the familiar forest that she had grown up in. Now they couldn’t get the sights of their home in flames and their people slaughtered out of her head for more than a few hours. She had mutilated a beautiful pink rose bush just the day while being trapped on a tormenting loop. She had thrown the pot out and closed early. Whatever was left now, she would have to relearn. 

The doorbell chiming again snapped her out of her thoughts, “Welcome in! How can I help?” Ondine was on mark immediately, depressing musings forgotten. 

@firebrandstarters​

There was something about the fae shops that Aster took comfort in. She supposed it was the closest to home she could get. At least for now. She needed a few things and decided to go see Ondine. She smiled softly at her fellow fae when she heard her speak. “There are a lot of things that could help me right now,” she said with a chuckle as she moved closer to the counter. “But the real question is if you have anything in new and fun for me.” 

[aster-dark]

wiccanxgen​:

Gen had spent the afternoon at the art supply store before coming to a nearby cafe to get some lunch, figuring it might do her some good to try and spend more time not locked away at home. She was excited to open the new pastels she got though, so while waiting for her food, she opened them along with (yet another) new sketchpad and lost herself in it, so much so that she swung her hand out just a bit too fast and ended up knocking some of the colors off the table–and directly into someone’s path. “Ugh, shit. Sorry. Hang on…”

@firebrandstarters​

One of the few things Aster liked about Firebrand was the amount of food around. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had her fill before. But it was all different. She went to the cafe not too far from the greenhouse to pick something up. She was about to walk to the empty table when something came flying off a table. It took her a moment to realize it was just paint, somehow only letting her horns come out a little. “It’s okay,” she said, leaning down to help her pick them up. “Nobody’s hurt.” 

[aster-dark]

fae-torryn​:

Torryn gave a knowing hum “I have been banned from doing those things that I shouldn’t, strict words from the queen. As much as I would like to do so” she offered in a quieter tone. “Indeed” she hummed and then brushed her fingers carefully over a sprout, offering it a little of her own magic to grow it slightly. “This city is bizzare, but do you feel that you are adapting?”

Aster gave a shrug at Torryn’s question. “I don’t have much of a choice. I must adapt.” Her voice was bitter, different from her normal, lighter tone. “This helps. I still have to deal with others but I get to come back here and just...be.” It was the closest to their old home she was going to get. “And well...it’s fun to scare people with my true appearance sometimes.” 

[aster-dark]

constanceval​:

“Understandable.” Constance stated nonchalantly. “The war pretty much already did,” she gestured around them. Constance didn’t trust anyone, and so far, it’s made an impact. “Who are you anyway?”

Aster was still new in town. She didn’t expect many people outside of the fae to know her. “Aster,” she said with a smile. “One of the new faes in town. I work over in the greenhouse.” 

[aster-dark]

constanceval·:

Constance jumped in surprise, “Oh yeah…” she trailed off, “I forgot.” She lied. She would’ve gladly burned the world to the ground if she had the chance. But with security cameras on every block, she would definitely get caught. “What? Are you going to snitch on me for smoking, let alone being here after curfew?”

“No reason to snitch unless you give me one,” she said, making sure her horns stayed hidden. Much easier to attack if nobody sees you as a threat. “Should a fire start and destroy more of the nature around us, there will be many to deal with. They may seem innocent but trust me, they are not.” 

[aster-dark]

fae-torryn​:

Torryn gave a small smile at the other fae “I was just doing my rounds, making sure that everyone is safe and adjusting to the city” The woman reassured as she looked around the space, giving a small smile at the growing plantlife, having always been fond of it. “You have made this space your own in a short amount of time, I’m impressed” she complimented, looking back to the younger fae. 

Aster felt that familiar twist inside of her. It was one she was getting used to. It was the feeling of emptiness she felt now that her home was gone. Yes she still had some family and the other fae...but it wasn’t the same. “It keeps me from doing something I shouldn’t.” Like hunting down the people who had killed her mother. “Not to mention, the more of these that are around town, the more we’ll be able to gain from it.” Selfish? Of course. But she was looking out for her own.