✧ Why do you talk to me, Aster? After all these years?
Oh, he was furious. The moment the serum touched his tongue he knew he was in trouble. He half expected her to ask him about his family or if he was in fact a Death Eater. Where is your hideout, Lestrange? Tell me who is in your gang? The questions spun around in his mind as he tried to read her. Survival was the only thing that he knew by heart and if she’d turned against him, he wasn’t sure if he could fight her.
"Victoire…why?" Asterion fixed his clear blue gaze on her’s, hurt that she would betray him like that. His secrets were secrets for reason. She was supposed to understand that. She was supposed to trust him as he had her. However as the real questions came spilling form her lips, his brows furrowed though his answers seemed to fall from his lips as he had nothing to hold back.
"I talk to you because I like you, I enjoy being around you. Sure, I’m not fond of your family and you surely aren’t fond of mine either. They aren’t you. I’m interested in the things you say, the brilliant and complicated way that your mind works and the way you don’t back down from me just because of my name. I like that you treat me like a human being, until now of course. I talk to you after all of these years because you’re my friend…if not the only true one I have, Victoire.”
"You’ve shown me light and happiness, I never knew existed until you came up to me with your muddy lilac hair. You make me feel..real not like I’m some pawn in a game of chess. I do not want war, I want peace with you. That’s why…”