It was currently night time and the stars were out so Aster did what he always did at night and stared up at them in awe and wonder. He knew every constellation by heart from the texts he had managed to purchase with his meager funds...Yeah, he knew it was a frivolous purchase in his case since he really should be saving money for food, clothes, blankets, and new supplies whenever he needed them... But he had a right to some amount of comfort even if oftentimes real comfort was out of the range of his pocket. Hell, the startouch elf hadn’t slept in a bed since he was 17 (around 18 years) and it was his last night before he turned 18 and had to leave the orphanage on his own with the clothes on his back, a blanket he took, and the deck of tarot cards that he’d been gifted for his 18th birthday.
Aster wasn’t angry at them of course even though he knew they wanted to be rid of him especially when he was such a troublesome young child years ago with his powers. He still didn’t really even know how to use magic, mainly ignoring it for the most part because he scared people when he had last used it. He sighed as he stared at the sky, wondering about where he came from, if he had parents, why they would abandon him. He was angry at them more than anything, just wanting to know why. Why did they set him up for this life? A life of wandering and never belonging anywhere with the moon, sun, and stars being his only company.
“Why?”he asked up at the cloudless, star-filled sky as tears filled his deep purple eyes that were actually turning more and more blue as time went. Eventually they would be a bright blue when he was older, blue like the hottest burning stars out in space. But for now he just stared up at the sky silently as tears trickled down his cheeks, not daring to make a sound lest his inner self scold him for crying like a fucking child over something so stupid. He pulled his knees close to his chest, just wishing to be held. He just wanted companionship really, a friend. Though what did friends do anyways? He’d never really had one for very long... He didn’t think he would know what to do. Aster didn’t want to be too clingy, nor did he want to be too distant seeming.
The elf took out his old, worn, and frankly ratty blanket from his bag and wrapped it around himself, finding the weight comforting. He put it up over his head as well so only his face stuck out. He was still angry and quite upset with his own thoughts and with the parents that just up and abandoned him. He wanted to scream, to break something, but restrained himself and just sat, sniffling faintly, not even bothering to wipe his eyes.