#✦ aster winton ✦ || verse . there is stardust in your bones

[stardustedstories]

@serabellyms clicked the ❤️ for a starter for Amelia!

In a rare moment of downtime, Aster made his way to the Flux nightclub. There was supposed to be a live band tonight, but their keyboard player was …. indisposed. A friend of a friend had called him, and he found himself agreeing to help out. He hadn't had much time to rehearse, but this wasn't exactly the first time he'd been given minimal instructions and told to follow along.

The group's set had gone well, and he was relaxing by the bar with a glass of wine, observing the space around him when he thought he spotted a familiar face.

And sure enough, when the woman turned more in his direction, he could see that it was definitely Amelia. He lifted his hand with a smile, to get her attention, waving her over to a seat next to him that had just opened up, one of the few in the place.

"And here I thought I'd get away without anyone noticing me," he greeted her with a little laugh. Granted, that probably would have been easier if he hadn't brought attention to himself, but he couldn't help but tease.

[storiedhistories]

@akuzeisms fell into my trap!

Aster checks the clock on his desk for the second time in as many minutes, and blows out a breath. He knows that this is different from when people come to see him in a professional capacity; Kat's his friend, and he never expects her to drop by, especially not when she's been so busy recently. But with everything that had been going on, he'd hoped she might make her way to his little corner of the ship, if only to talk to a friend.

It's not like they have any sort of set appointment, but the last few times she's come by have been relatively around the same time, he'd noted absently. So he'd made sure to be around then, just in case.

And as the door opens, he looks up, a smile slipping onto his face as he sees none other than Katrina Shephard approaching.

"Ah, Commander," he greets her warmly. "I was hoping you'd poke your head in to say hello sooner rather than later."

[stardustedstories]

@serabellyms clicked the ❤️ for a starter!

It wasn't often that Aster allowed himself to vent his frustrations in a place that pretty much anyone could wander into, but the punching bag was the perfect way to get his negative energy out in a productive manner. He also just enjoyed the physical activity, making sure he stayed sharp. It was important, not just for him, but for the rest of the crew, too. They all needed to be at their best.

So here he was, taped hands inside boxing gloves, t-shirt clinging to him as he focused on the punching bag, on channeling his anger, his frustration, his irritation, especially on things he couldn't change through himself and into the bag.

He was so intent upon his target that he didn't notice when another person came in.