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Micah micah micah micah micah micah micah *Breathes in* MICAH MICAH MICAH MICAH- Btw love you my pookieess 🫶

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I'm gonna go dead for awhile :D

I have extra classes, tournaments, tests coming up so i gotta be hyper focused. IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY. HOW STUPID IS THAT. Anyways. Ig this is goodbye. Temporary goodbye. Cya after the summer pookies <333

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Celebration for @alexanderleeofficial @ethancollinsfan @ethancollinz for finishing their fics :D. Finally, for @alexanderleeofficial my dad.

Favourite Color. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy <3 The moonlight spilled across the hill like water — soft, glowing silver brushing over the tips of the grass and the folds of Xander’s hoodie. The night was hushed, peaceful, but not for Xander. He sat with his knees drawn up, sleeves pulled over his hands, pressed close to his chest. The wind tugged at his hair, cool and soft. He should’ve felt calm. He should’ve felt okay. But he didn’t. Because Ethan was staring at him. Not smiling. Not frowning either. Just... watching. Quiet. Sharp-eyed. Still. Xander could feel the weight of that gaze like a stone pressing against his ribs. And the longer it lasted, the smaller he felt. Despite being much bigger and much stronger than him he still felt conscious with Ethan’s gaze on him. His mind raced through every possibility: Did he say too much earlier? Was he being annoying? Should he have dressed differently? Had he ruined the mood somehow? He looked down at his hands. Tucked them in tighter. I shouldn’t have come. He’s probably wondering why I’m even here. “I can go,” Xander said suddenly, voice small. “If I’m making it weird or… if I’m being too much—” Ethan blinked, startled. “What?” Xander laughed, awkwardly. “It’s okay. I get it. I just... you’ve been staring at me like I said something wrong and—” “You didn’t,” Ethan said, gently but firmly. Xander hesitated. “Then what is it?” Ethan was quiet for a second too long. Because the truth—the real truth—was clawing at the edges of his thoughts. I want you. Oh my fucking god your hair is so fluffy i want to bury my face in it so bad. How are you real and here and not already someone else's? But he didn’t say that. He couldn’t. Instead, he softened his voice and said, “I was just… thinking. You’re not too much. You’re not a burden.” Xander looked at him, startled. Ethan’s expression was still serious, but there was warmth beneath it now. Steady. Sure. “I like that you’re here,” he added. “I like when you talk too much. Or when you get quiet like this. You don’t have to worry about being anything else.” Xander blinked, then lowered his eyes quickly, cheeks flushing. “…Oh.” Ethan gave a small smile. Xander shifted closer, just a little, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. Ethan didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned in too, until their shoulders touched faintly. The silence returned — but this time it was gentler. Like the space between them had softened. Xander rested his chin on his knees and dared to glance sideways. Ethan’s eyes were still on him. But the look wasn’t cold anymore. And he didn’t know that behind those eyes, Ethan was still thinking: Mine. All mine. Don’t leave. Stay a little longer. Then Ethan saw it — just for a second. The way Xander’s eyes caught the moonlight. How they shimmered, just barely, like something soft had loosened in his chest. Like the reassurance had been enough to let a little light back in. They twinkled — not brightly, but beautifully. And Ethan’s breath caught. Blue’s my favorite colour, he thought, eyes lingering on him. Yeah. Definitely now.

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Hey rb if you love Zeyn_Syre

I wanna see how many of us there are

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Live laugh love Zeyn_Syre.

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Celebration for @alexanderleeofficial @ethancollinsfan @ethancollinz for finishing their fics :D. Second one for @ethancollinsfan THIS IS PART 2

Warning: -NSFW (?) -Bad -Kissingggggg Drunk at the bar. Enjoyyy <3

Later, in the quiet of the villa… The air was thick with tension, anticipation humming like static. Xander’s jacket hit the floor first. Ethan’s fingers found their way to his shirt, undoing buttons with deliberate slowness as Xander watched, utterly captivated. There were kisses, long and hungry. There was laughter—quiet and breathless—and whispered things like “you’re beautiful” and “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.” And then, intimacy: slow, intense, warm. Hands exploring, eyes locked, heartbeats crashing into one another like waves. The bed creaked loudly, echoing the large and empty villa. The air was thick with desire and need. The sound of Ethan’s moans and Xander’s grunts and groans probably woke up the neighbors. He did not go easy on Ethan. (giggling rn XDD) After that, they lay tangled in satin sheets, chest to chest, the city lights spilling into the room. Xander sighed contentedly, resting his head on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m gonna marry you,” he mumbled sleepily. Ethan snorted, fingers carding through his hair. “You’re too drunk to be thinking straight.” “I am for your information..” Xander pouted playfully. Ethan didn’t say anything else. But he smiled into Xander’s hair and held him a little closer. Xander’s back was like a canvas with Ethan’s nails (oooh girl got those nails done and everything~) as the painter. His back was filled with scratches, yes it stung, but Xander really liked the pain. It reminded him of the times they’ve spent together. Ethan was covered in bruises where Xander’s large hands gripped on his soft flesh and bite marks. Lots of them. His backside was sore, though—very sore. It felt like something ripped. He was exhausted but he had the time of his life. No regrets. (you will later babe, in another universe where you have kids.) Overall, it was a peaceful night for the two (not the neighbors though *chuckles* not the neighbors.) Well peaceful until the next morning where Ethan can’t walk

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Celebration for @alexanderleeofficial @ethancollinsfan @ethancollinz for finishing their fics :D. Second one for @ethancollinsfan THIS IS PART 1

Warning: -NSFW (?) -Bad -Kissingggggg Drunk at the bar. Enjoyyy <3 The club pulsed with bass-heavy music and neon lighting, turning shadows into flickers of gold and violet. The VIP section of Champagne Spiral was roped off, but that didn’t stop Xander from leaning over the edge of his booth like a lovesick teenager spotting a soulmate in the crowd. And that soulmate was Ethan. Ethan stood by the bar, black button-up shirt clinging just right, sleeves rolled up to reveal lean forearms. He looked out of place in the best way—cool, quiet, eyes sharp under messy dark hair. While everyone else danced or screamed over the music, Ethan simply sipped his drink and watched the chaos around him with a small, unreadable smile. Xander blinked. His drink almost spilled in his hand. “Oh,” he said, mostly to himself, lips parting. “Who...?” “Don’t fall in love again,” The bartender warned from beside him, smirking. “Too late,” Xander whispered, already climbing out of the booth. By the time he made it to Ethan, he was tipsy—very tipsy—but still smooth enough to flash his best smile and lean on the bar like he definitely hadn’t just almost tripped over a stool. “Hi there, handsome,” Xander said. “Are you real, or did I just imagine you because I drink expensive tequila?” Ethan arched a brow, clearly amused. “You’re drunk.” “I’m charmed,” Xander corrected, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. “Drunk and charmed. Dangerous combo.” Ethan chuckled softly, and something about the sound sent sparks through Xander’s entire body. It was low and warm, and the way he looked at Xander—like he was both impressed and entertained—made Xander want to lean in closer. “You always hit on strangers in clubs?” Ethan asked, swirling the ice in his glass. “Only the ones who make me feel like my heart just tripped over its own feet.” Xander wobbled slightly. “Also, you smell really good.” Ethan took a slow sip of his drink, eyes twinkling. “And you smell like a very expensive regret.” “I like you,” Xander grinned, leaning in even more. “Like, a lot.” “I can tell.” Somehow, the conversation didn’t end. Xander kept talking—flirting in that intoxicating, chaotic way—and Ethan listened, smiling, occasionally tossing back a witty remark that only made Xander more obsessed. It was a strange chemistry: Xander, all glitter and impulse, and Ethan, steady and amused, watching him with a gaze that saw everything. Eventually, the noise blurred. The lights dimmed. And before you know it. They kissed. It was sudden, hot, a little clumsy from the alcohol—but real. Xander’s hand tangled in Ethan’s hair, and Ethan kissed back like he was meant to. Like he’d been waiting. When they pulled apart, both breathless, Xander stared at him with wide, dazzled eyes. “My place” he said, voice low and eager. “Come with me.” Ethan tilted his head. “You sure?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole glittery, over-dramatic life.” Ethan smiled again—soft, secretive—and took his hand.

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WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

i finished the second celebration thingy for @ethancollinsfan but it won't let me POSTTTT.

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Celebration for @alexanderleeofficial @ethancollinsfan @ethancollinz for finishing their fics :D. First one for @ethancollinz (Kilmer)

Slumber party with the gang. (This fic is where Mikey and Ace are alive btw ^^) Enjoyyy <3 ______________________________________________________________ The Lee villa was big—ridiculously big but it IS very posh and beautiful and you can actually understand the purpose of life here. Glass walls let in moonlight, there was a fireplace that crackled with orange flames, while the living room was scattered with blankets, pillows, and snack trays. It looked less like a millionaire’s home and more like a chaotic pillow kingdom. And right now, it was filled with the sounds of laughter, arguing over board games, and the gentle hum of a rom-com playing in the background. Ethan sat cross-legged on the oversized couch, his hair messy from Ace trying to “style” it earlier. He had a stoic expression as he watched Michael and Blake wrestle over the last slice of pizza. Despite the chaos, his eyes kept flickering toward Xander, who was walking back into the room with a tray of steaming hot chocolate—marshmallows stacked like architectural art. “Were you bored or something? Or are you just trying to hide that you actually poisoned these?” Ethan said dryly as Xander handed him a mug. Xander beamed, eyes shining with mischief and affection. “Only with love~” “You’re lucky I’m thirsty,” Ethan muttered, but he took the mug anyway, brushing fingers with Xander’s. His cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink. Michael, curled up on a beanbag nearby, grinned over his cup. “You two are disgustingly cute. It’s upsetting.” “Disgusting is you trying to rap Taylor Swift earlier,” Blake said from his blanket fort throne. “I’m still emotionally recovering.” “Still better than Ace setting popcorn on fire.” “That was one time!” Ace yelped as she looked up from the mess of stickers she was organizing, dramatically throwing a cushion at Blake. Amid the chaos, Xander plopped down beside Ethan, wrapping long arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. Ethan stiffened for a split second—he always did—but then leaned into him with a soft sigh. “You’re warm,” Xander mumbled, already half-asleep. “You’re heavy,” Ethan muttered, but his hand moved to play with Xander’s hair almost automatically. Michael leaned over to whisper to Blake, “Xander looks all cute and harmless now, but remember when he stared down that guy who bumped into Ethan at the café? I thought that man was gonna cry.” “Right?” Blake whispered back. “Sweet on the outside, demon on the inside. It's adorable!” They both turned back to see Xander sleepily kissing Ethan’s jaw, eyes fluttering shut like a content cat. Content massive cat. Ethan didn’t even react, just sipped his cocoa with a deadpan face and a glowing ear. Later, they all ended up tangled in blankets on the massive circular bed in the guest room, because apparently no one wanted to sleep alone. Ace snored with her limbs all over the place (that did not sound right..). Michael talked in his sleep about Ethan (his super duper cool gay uncle) and.. Micah-? Blake somehow took all the pillows. And in the middle of it all, Xander was curled around Ethan protectively, despite being taller—and the big spoon, always. Ethan cracked an eye open in the dark, hearing the soft rhythm of Xander’s breathing. His arm was asleep. He could barely move. Xander was probably drooling a little on his shoulder- wait no. He is, this is disgusting. And yet... Ethan still smiled. It was ridiculous (and disgusting babe). But it was perfect.

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if i gave you 500k, would you be able to get that one shuttlecock which is STILL stuck on the roof?

HEYY THERE BUD. Firstly. what the fuck is a "Shuttlecock". Secondly, 500K?? HELL YEAH SIGN ME UP *evil giggle* Edit: Now that ik what a shuttlecock is. No. lmao. No. Sorry not sorry. (I am very sorry forgive me)

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Are you doing alright? Just checking up on you

Oh hi! Thank you for asking! Yes i'm doing alr i'm js in the middle of my tests right now lmao.

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What color is your aura?

I am not really good at giving advice but oh well

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"Always calm and collected, rarely get angry or upset" is so not true i go absolutely crazy if i'm angry ask @ethancollinsfan i'm never calm either. Ig some are correct tho. This was rlly cool to do kinda made me happy somehow

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Hi! How are u? I love your drawing style :)

OMG- hi! I'm fine! HRU? Actually i'm feeling better than ever- And tysm! I'm rlly glad you enjoy my artstyle! <3

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MICAH SKATEBOARDING!!!! ILY NUGGETETEETETETETETETET

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KILMER ILYSM THIS IS FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU (crappy quality sorry :>)

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Astara Kline: Lore (prolly)

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡. 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞…𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝?.. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧. “𝐌𝐚’𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?”

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 “𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡- 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡.. 𝐈’𝐦.. 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.”

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡- 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?” 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. “𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢 𝐚𝐦. 𝐃𝐨 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮?”

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

“𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭”

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞. 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝟐 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 “ 𝐌 𝐈 𝐂 𝐀 𝐇 — 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀” 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭. 𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥.

“𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞? 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚.”

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.”

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨.. 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐨𝐰- 𝐍𝐨. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥.

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𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝟐:𝟒𝟕 𝐀𝐌. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 — 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭. 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟐 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐌 𝐈 𝐂 𝐀 𝐇 — 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 “𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚” 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 — 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 — 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, “𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐨.” 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬). 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤 — 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞, 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

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This does not relate but is it only me who thought Xander was a woman at the beginning and after realizing it was him immediately starts admiring his hair? Oh only me?.. I'll go back to my corner.. 😔

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𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑲𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑹𝒂𝒏

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.˚✮ 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✮˚.⋆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Astara was always the quiet one — the middle child of a deeply broken home. She was kept away by her father but she saw everything in her problematic household but never dared to speak up, afraid of what might happen. She knew something was wrong with their father — his temper, his possessiveness, the way their mother flinched when his voice rose. But fear, fear made her hold back.

By the time Astara turned ten, she was completely out of the picture. No one knew where she came from. Nobody in her household spoke about her. It was like she was a side piece (technically she is but whatever lmao). She wasn’t locked away, nor was she taken. She just went unnoticed. The day Evelyn left, she stood at the back, blending in with the shadows, watching her every movement. She watched Evelyn lie to Micah. Saying that she was going to be back. She was going to come back for him. “What about me?” She thought. She loved her siblings till the end and would do anything for them, yes but…it’s hurts her seeing that she’s being forgotten by her own siblings.So she ran off after Evelyn. Calling out her name. But Eve didn’t even stop and turn to look at her. She js kept on going. The longer Astara ran, the distance between her and Eve felt longer. When she finally stopped, it was too late to go back. She was lost. So she decided to keep on running, leaving Micah behind believing that he never noticed her anyways. She ran far far away not knowing that, Micah was looking for her. Seeking her comfort after their oldest sister left them. He remembered her. The only one that did. He remembered the times she took care of him when he was sick, when he was abused. She was taken out of the picture but Micah always found his way back to her. Micah was left scarred. The only sibling he came for comfort had also left him.

After many years that she’s spent years drifting between shelters and foster homes, faking names, lying about her age.Her first priority was never to find another family or friends.. The less people knew, the safer she felt. The past was a locked door, and she threw away the key not ever wanting to experience it ever again.. She never looked back. She never once thought of her past. She never thought that she was the one that hurt Micah.

(I’m not a writer but i tried!)

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Zeyn_Syre Au (insipired by @alexanderleeofficial): The One Who Ran.

(Massive thank you to @alexanderleeofficial for giving me the sudden burst of motivation to make this) ────────────────────୨ৎ──────────────────────

⋆｡°✩ 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ⋆｡°✩ Name: Astara Kline D.o.b: November 5 Age: 24 (middle child) Zodiac sign: Scorpio Personality: Quiet, reserved, wise, calm, secretive, haunts others with her silencing stares. She's determined to leave the past behind and start her new life. That's when she stumbled upon a young boy who looks... odly familiar? Then it dawned on her, it was Micah. Those memories starts coming back one by one overwhelming her. From then on she starts becoming more anxious and kind of.. happy? Likes: White headbands, vests, reading, Micah, Evelyn (a little :>), dark red glasses (specifically), teddy bears. Dislikes: the past, her parents, Christian Dean (for his manipulative nature), Andrew Lee (he gives her bad vibes), dirtiness, racoons (this Occupation: Librarian of an antique library with old historical hidden treasures (aka books 🤩) Sexuality: Bisexual. ────────────────────୨ৎ────────────────────── ⋆｡°✩ 𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ⋆｡°✩ Eye colour: Black Hair colour: Jet Black Skin colour: Ivory Pale Height: 5'7 Eye shape: Almond (ig-) Hair length: Long Hair texture: Choppy Straight Hair (MY HAND HURTS. btw Astara's lore is coming up soon)