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@withbeasts // aster said: “ I’ve formed the habit of liking you. “
"You should form better habits, Ass-hat."
Aria raises her arm. Blood drips—no, floods—down her wrist until it doesn't. The blood lifts, defying gravity, and sharpens into a long whip. She flicks her wrist, using the whip to strike Aster across the face.
@withbeasts // aster // x
"You can't kill me, even if you really wanted to."
Aria can regenerate, too. Her blood is never-ending and all-consuming. She heals almost as quickly as Aster. They have finally found worthy opponents in each other.
Andrew Bragin is boring. Have fun with that, Stella Romano.
"You were aiming for something vital. Right? Well, you failed."
@withbeasts // aster asked for: [chin tilt]
LET'S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT ABOUT THE GENETICS AT PLAY, HERE. Aria's unknown mother possesses an unknown height, but Rhett Wiseman? The man's a standard-issue beanpole. Aria couldn't help but inherit some of that lankiness.
As for Aster? Christ, is his mother diminutive, and as for his father—well. I don't know about tall, dark, and handsome.
All that being said, Aster tilting Aria's chin in order to get her attention is certainly not an upward flick of his wrist. He ends up with fingers on both sides of her jaw in order to turn her gaze towards his furious glare.
Aster freezes. Now that he has Aria's attention, he isn't sure what to do with it anymore. Also, despite their ages and life experiences—neither party to this exchange is accustomed to the intimately-close touch of the opposite sex.
So Aria freezes, too. Eventually, her widened eyes contort to mirror his (trembling) glare.
Ruthless as ever, she grabs his wrist and yanks his hand away. The moment shatters.
"Why do you think I would care what you think? Why do you think it would matter to me if they're bad people? Actually, I hope the fuck they are. I hope they're fucking evil."
@withbeasts // aster said: "You wear that crest like it means something, but it’s nothing more than a mark of shame.”
ARIA DOES NOT KNOW SHAME. She is unabashed and fearless in everything she does. Insecurity and resentment rooted in that unspeakable, unfelt emotion are traits of a girl who no longer exists. Aria's cells have regenerated countless times since then. She's certain of it.
So why does Aster want so badly for her to feel badly? He should know, by now, that it is impossible. (That stirring in her chest, that tightness, must be something else, must be some time-appropriate ailment she'll recover from, like she recovers from everything else.)
"It is not a crest. There is no crest. It is a certainty of my existence. You must know much about shame, though, to speak of how I ought to feel so confidently. Is it because you know we are all aware of the truth?"
@withbeasts // aster said: “I don't think I've ever met anyone as vexing as you."
"Vexing? What kind of stupid word is vexing? Did you learn that from watching Lord of the Rings? Or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Are you a tabletop gamer? Oh my god, you're a tabletop gamer. Are your parents so proud?"
@withbeasts // aster
"—or, or or. I could just help you with it, and there's nothing in it for me. I just want to do you a solid. Is that really so unbelievable?"
