Astrophil | Roadie | Star-Child | TBR

Mentions: N/A

Their breathing was going rapid as they slept, their quivering body covered in sweat yet their body felt cold. Every inch of them was jerky and stiff. They tossed and turned in their bed, a whimper leaving them as panic filled their mind. Their hands shot their ears. Trying their hardest to block out the insulting whispers that grew louder by the second. Meanwhile, their eyes were were shut tight, not wanting to see the looming faces of those disappointed in them. They wasn't dreaming. No. They were wide awake. The room they were in only contains them and their pet betta fish. The only sounds coming from the fish tank and them causing a disturbance. Those voices they're hearing are nothing more but a cruel memory that made its arrival. That alone caused them to shut their eyes, a reflex to avoid any form of contact to harassers, yet they see the outlines through their eyelids.

They pulled the covers over their heads, the darkness of the blankets bringing them bountiful amount of comfort. They were in their safe space, a place that offers the a soothing darkness. Their sanctuary. Gradually the voices subsided, and so did the faces of the phantoms. Soon, their mind was alone as the voices was completely gone. They started inhaling and exhaling steadily to shift their breathing back to normal. Their tensed body was relaxing and the sweats ceased from pouring. Astro remained under their blankets for a few minutes before getting up to get ready for the day. Going over to their betta fish to give its morning feedings, a tired smile on their face as they spoke to the fish. "Good morning, Comet." Their blue eyes fixated on the blue and black fish as it swamed to the surface. They sprinkled some pellets in there before going over to the closet to put some casual clothing on. Instantly, their eyes darted to the windows with black out curtains. They check to see if anyone was out there. A noise or movement of any kind. Thoroughly they inspected the windows while they held their breath, their eyes full of discomfort and fear at the thought of it all.

Two minutes passed and Astro remained in place. After realizing that nothing on the windows has been tampered with and that nobody was standing out there, they began undressing and putting on their attire for the day. They let out a gust of air out their lips, a sigh of sorts before talking to themself, "It's just you and Comet. No one else is here. You're alone. Safe." Whispering words of encouragement to prepare themselves for the day. Their eyes shifted to the end table, seemingly gazing at the lamp. Well, they weren't looking at the lamp, but what's next to it. Their eyes faltered and held a tired expression at the item. With the object being a knife. Yesterday, they were fearful of someone sneaking in while they slept, so they took a knife from the kitchen for protection. Their mind was clouded at that time, so their decision making wasn't all too good. "At least I didn't brought it to bed." Once dressed, they explored the room and searched every inch of the space. After checking that the windows were firmly locked and the blinds closed, to get themselves ready for work.

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Mentions: Open

Astro had taken the bus to work considering it's dangerous for them to drive in this state. While riding the transportation, they had to force themself to stay awake to not miss their stop. When the bus came to a stop, they hop on and adjusted on the mask on their face. They shoved their hands into the pocket of their pants, sauntering along the sidewalk. They were still tired but was good at hiding it. At least the eyeshadow was covering the bags under their eyes. They halted their steps when they noticed a cafe on their side of the street. Their tongue and body yelling at them to get something energetic to liven them up a bit.

"I don't want to be late, but I also don't want to sleep during the job." With a heavy sigh, they enter the cafe to order a nice cup of hot tea. The line was long but durable, with Astro patiently waiting to speak with the cashier. Ten minutes passed and they finally made it to the register and was quick to place an order. "One hot black tea." They were quick with their words, wanting to hurry up and receive their beverage. After paying, Astor moves to the line full of people waiting for their order. They leaned against the wall trying to keep themself awake.

Aster Morningstar

Lead Singer | Witch | Mentions: X

He had been cleaning out a room in his house, that was when he noticed a black box in a cabinet. He gave a soft hum, that wasn't there before. He moved towards the box that lay on the dresser, taking the broom in his hand and laying it agaisnt a nearby cabinet. He the took the box in his hand, and rasied a brow at realizing how heavy it was. He then opened the lid of the box, and his mischiveous grin he had at figuring out what was in the box morphed into one of horror as he dropped it and craddled his hands as if he had touched fire. Some of the contents spilling out on the ground, there were ziplock bags dated and marked carefully - he tenatively looked at the contents. His face growing pale, was that his hair? He using a free hand touched his curly locks and his mouth was agape in horror, and then he noticed the photos - they were photos of him, and he was sleeping. But some were from him at school or hanging out with friends. Even some of him in his personal bathroom. What the absolute hell, and they were all dated, some before during highschool and some after. He was sick, he wanted to throw up. And that's when he had notcied the box contained missing items : his missing ring, some of his favorite clips and lipgloss, but he gave a viscoral gag when he realized there were stolen pieces of his towel and nightwear. And his blood ran cold as he realized it was from his current boyriend, his boyfriend had done this, before they started dating. He had been stalked, intimate photos had been taken of him. And then small vials of certain things were also in the box, and he noticed they were labeled. Were those drugs? Oh god, had he been dru-

Waking up with a gasp Aster curled into himself, and he pulled his knees closer to himself, and rested his head on them. The sheets bringing some sort of comfort, and he could feel the mist in his room starting to rise, and it growing a bit chilly. Damn, that always happened when he was stressed or frightened. He sniffed as he quickly wiped away his tears. He placed a hand on his head to massage away the terrible headache that he was getting. He then pulled out his phone and looked for X's number and he paused as he was about to push dial. He felt bad bringing him into this, not everyone in the band knew about this - afterall he kept it on the down low and didn't want to exactly tell anyone about this. He groaned frustrated, but he decided to go ahead and call the dragon. That was his friend, one who knew him all too well. The ringing of the phone causing some of his nerves to soothe a bit.

"Uh, X, " he said smally, his voice evident he was a bit stressed, and even maybe had been crying. He was only this vulnerable with someone he trusted and that was X. " Could you, possibly get me some sushi, and those red velvet cupcakes with extra cream cheese from Pinky's if it's not a hassle . . ." he asked quietly, hoping he wouldn't get questioned, but he had a suspicion he would, afterall red velvet cupcakes with extra cream cheese were his go to stress relieving food and a big comfort when he was upset or sad.

Röskr Veizla Dráp [] Soul vampire [] Mentions: Open [] Guitarist [] TBR

[ " Oh shit it's a wild Roskr " ]

A man who sleeps is a weak and defenseless man. Roskr learned that from someone he believes he knows from his past. So, as he leans against his open-door balcony; he looks across town and holds his breath. Where did he come from? Who took care of him? How did he become so fixated on a white-haired bastard? He didn't want to be the reason why, every time he walked out the door—he dies a little. Murdering himself for pride and ego, but that bastard knew what he did—he knew what sins he committed against Roskr. From the darkness, came a lithe cat, yawning from the lack of attention; so bending down, Roskr granted the attention-seeking pest with loving pets," Frisky, you are the only thing I remember from my past life", Frisky gave a normal response to the affection with a swipe of his paw, slightly pulling his hand back—Roskr frowned a bit," Yeah you're right. I shouldn't get diverted today." This might be the only time Roskr wasn't throwing shit, flipping tables, or starting random fights, he was at a consensus in his condo; the sight on his balcony mocked his eyes til they turned back to stare at the clouds forming.

"Maybe I should call Percy, see what— ",

Roskr's eyes narrowed toward Frisky who seemed to be giving him an unrestrained expression. Chortling nervously Roskr quickly went to his own defense," Oh, Frisky don't be like those fan girls, we are merely bandmates", By Frisky's twitching whisker, he didn't believe Roskr. Sulking, Roskr lifted the cat up to face him. Frisky was the type of cat who didn't mind being lifted, his lower body dangled and he stared back into Roskr's glowing eyes as if saying he supports his weird nature and attachment (even if Roskr tries his best not to have them) with his bandmates.

"You are judgmental today, you stupid cat", Placing Frisky on his shoulders, Roskr made his way to the kitchen and opened a cabinet," I wonder if I could bring you today Frisky? Don't think our manager would mind", This bond between man and feline was something Roskr was always serious about, Frisky was special to him—the feline managed to keep peace within Roskr; even if Roskr didn't want to keep the peace within.

"Here you go", After fixing Frisky some wet cat food, Roskr placed the bowl on the counter and Frisky without a second thought moved toward it by gracefully leaping onto the counter, meowing proudly before staring back at Roskr, "You're welcome Frisky, I'm going to go change, hurry up with that food before it gets cold",

The way Roskr spoke was with a tender motherly tone, he walked to the back room where his room was, open very clear windows were built for walls. This man didn't value his privacy, why hide such a body when the world could grace itself with its view? He extracted his shirt with one hand—purposely undoing his man bun that stayed perfectly loosened. As the single strands fell in front of his face, Roskr gave a longing fatigued sigh; tossing his shirt somewhere and walking toward the bathroom (that wasn't exposed with clearly opened windows) undoing his belt and pants with a single hand, as his other was working on grabbing shampoo and body wash.

[ Couple of minutes later ]

Finally returning to the living room, Roskr was wearing an open vest, with leather pants. His eyes stared around for Frisky, "Frisk--!", The feline appeared from a white sheet that lies on the living room couch, blinking after realizing that Frisky was making biscuits he smiled," Oh I'm sorry Mr. Frisky cook sir, please keep making biscuits", Leaving the feline to his biscuit making task, Roskr walked toward the kitchen and grabbed a snack—an apple. Wasn't much, but he was in a hurry to head to the studio. He finishes up his appearance touches, he managed to clip on his golden earrings, grab his phone, grab his guitar; ponder whether to text the members which were quickly dismissed due to Roskr having a headache already," Not even with them and they are stressing", He looked toward Frisky and whistled for the feline. The feline gave a sighing glance, since he wasn't done cooking—not bothering pointing that out, Frisky leaped from the couch and made their way toward Roskr who patted his shoulder, which the feline gracefully found more comfortable than his $400 bedding. So, after settling on his shoulder, Roskr made his way to the studios texting the group a single message:

Roskr D: " What's the plan today losers?"

A simple message from a simpler man.