#Nova | Lumen meanwhile is pleased she's putting her lessons to good use. but sees through her most of the time
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Daz is still in the hidden room, working on the code with Innitā which is surreally nostalgicā when Aster suddenly shouts at him.
āYou planned to kill me just because I didnāt buy your act?! What the fuck is wrong with you?ā
He squints up at the traitor, needing a few moments to recalibrate to sudden conversation.
āOh,ā he says, blinking. āYou were a threat. You still are, technically.ā
Aster glares at him, and Daz rolls his eyes. āSave your bullshit. The more you talk, the less able I am to work on the damn code.ā
Naturally, Aster is suspicious of that. āCode for what, some new sociopathic plan of yours?ā Daz shoots back, āInnit and I are working on making its body, actually. Yāknow, the thing you pushed for so bad?ā
Suddenly, the bastard is in his personal space. Heās got one palm against his shoulder like heās keeping him pinned back and growls, āYou did something, didnāt you?ā
Itās surprising to see him get so handsy. āDonāt fucking touch meāā āWhat did you do, asshole? We both know that you wouldnāt suddenly decide to be a decent fucking person without a reason. Soā what. Did. You. Do.ā
Dazās sight is hijacked to see the past again.
Aster suddenly stops dead in his tracks in the middle of doing work in his office. Heās fumbling with his com, scrolling through the player list as fast as he can with trembling hands. His face has gone ashen and his thoughts areā
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck cāmon, cāmon you bastard, tell me you havenāt done it yet!
A shaky laugh escapes from Aster, but he only takes a moment to revel in the overwhelming sense of relief he feels. Not dead yet. Thank fuckā¦I might actually become religious from this.
Aster takes a sharp inhale and then quickly flicks through his com to find a specific menu, one Daz knows too well. Itās the one for activating remote stasis chambers, and thus the only way most of them can access the Council HQ.
I might kill you myself for this, though. Fuck, Dazā why do you have to be so brokenā¦?
ā¦Was that how Aster reacted when he saw that Daz was about to get himself killed for good?
A twinge of guilt threatens to tug at him, but he bats it away easily.
None of that would have happened if Aster stayed in his own fucking lane, after all.
Heās yanked to the future, which he knows is the future because Future-Aster is looking at Future-Daz, and he looks older.
Plus thereās the wholeā sappy emotions, and the earcuff in Future-Dazās ear.
The eventual version of himself is asleep on a couch that Daz hasnāt seen before. The room is unfamiliar, tooā is this where they live?
Actually, from what he can see of a window, he sees some of those trees Aster loves so damn much. He must have remodeled the traitorās house, then.
The weirdest part is that thereās a kid conked out on Future-Dazās chest. She looks pretty young, maybe only four or so. Her hair is done up in pigtails and ribbons.
The ribbons are what gives it away, though. Daz knows his own handiwork, and he knows heād be gun shy about giving anything like that to anyone, but especially to a kid.
Any kid but his own, that is.
ā¦Shit, they have a kid? Thatās so fucking weird!
Future-Aster thinks to himself, She looks just like him. I guess Iām just used to kids who are adopted; it still catches me by surprise. Thatās genetics for you.
Daz is suddenly thrown back to the present again, reeling at the baffling and surreal implication that theyā what, get a surrogate?
Uhhhg. Gross, on multiple levels. In no way shape or form does he want toā have any of that, and especially not with Aster!
Said bastard grips his shoulder and repeats, āI asked you a questionāā
Itās not worth hiding it. He canāt effectively torment him without spilling the beans, anyway. āMade a deal with the Showrunner. I work on Innitās body, meaning Innit can work on its body, and in exchange I see the same shit you do.ā
Thereās a long moment of silence, and then Aster scoffs and steps away. āYouāre such a petty bastard.ā
Even though it might prove his point, he retorts, āThatās not what you say at our wedding, you know.ā
āAre you seriously going toāā Voice flipping to a mimickry of how Aster sounds, he recites, ā āI wonāt say ātil death do us partā. Death is too soon to let you go, soā¦instead? Instead, Iāll follow you through a hundred thousand lifetimes. Death, rebirth, oblivionā I donāt care. As long as youāre there, and as long as you want meā¦? Iāll follow you,ā ā Daz smugly tells him.
Aster glares at him with a surprising amount of venom, and then answers, ā āYou stole my heart, but I canāt even be mad. Nothing in my life has been as good as you. Your devotion is the balm against the long, miserable, lonely years before I was with you. I can take on gods with you at my side, but without you Iām less than nothing. What I want more than anything is the die of old age in our sleep at the same as you. I love you to the point of madness; to the point of ruin.ā ā
Goddamnit.
The bastard folds his arms over his chest. āYou want to go low? Iāll match you. Iām not quietly putting up with your shit any more, Daz.ā
He scoffs. āThisāll be fun to talk about eventually.ā āOh, Iām sure weāll laugh and laugh over what an insufferable sociopath you used to be.ā āNo, I meanāā
Wait a minute.
He pauses. ā...Have you seen anything big aside from the wedding and theā whatever the fuck you saw that had the suits?ā āChristmas celebration, and no. Why, what did youāā
The wary question is cut off by Asterās eyes suddenly going wide.
āOh fuck no,ā the bastard breathes. āA kid?!ā
Uhhhhg, of course the Showrunner would decide to show him the damn kid.
He rolls his eyes. āGreat, there goes that planāā āTo not tell me we have a goddamned child?!ā āWell, evidently you adore her.ā āI had fucking better, given sheās named after me!ā
āBullshit. Sheāsā uhg, apparently we do some shit with a surrogateāā āThen look up what āAziraā means. Go on, I dare you.ā Aster tells him.
Heād sound threatening if Daz wasnāt immune to him by now.
With a scoff, he pulls open one of the databases they use.
ā¦Fuck. It means āa rising starā.
As he glowers at his com, Aster tells him, āI remember because it's a name related to stars. You knowā my whole thing?ā
āClearly, I take pity on you and throw you a bone because I'm the biological dad.ā
Aster stares at him, an odd expression on his face. āIā the rest of how fucked it is aside? That tracks. If I did love you and did decide to start a family with you, I'd ratherā uhg, our kids, as gross as that feels to sayā I would rather they have a shot at your freakish intelligence.ā
ā¦Huh. That's weirdly mature of him to admit.
āGranted, they'd also be at risk for inheriting your sociopathy, so maybe not. Tell meā was that genetic, or learned from your monster of a brother?ā
Aaaaand thereās the loss of any goodwill that gained.
Sneering, he shoots back, āI know that about as well as you know if your stupidity is genetic.ā
Asterās gaze narrows, and he grabs a fistful of Dazās shirt. āCareful, you don't want to piss me off.ā
āOr what?ā
A slow, ominous smile curls up on the bastard's lips.
āYou made it so that nobody else can be an effective sparring partner for you. That means you're going to get your ass handed to you if you keep fucking around.ā
He laughs in his face. āThatās your big threat?! Oh, honeyā¦that's pathetic. You can't fully beat me up, you'll look like an asshole.ā
Asterās smile only grows. āYou underestimate me, Daz. You always have.ā
Is that really what he thinks?
Daz might have manipulated him, sureā but he always saw Aster as someone with potential.
That's why he extended a hand for the Council. It's why he pushed and bullied and forced Aster to grow.
Left to his own devices, he would be a fraction of the person Daz helped shape him into.
Aster, for years, held the most vital role in his plans. Daz never would have let someone he deemed unworthy control the Swords and Shields, nor hinge his last resort on them.
As little as he likes the traitorā¦Aster is competent, determined, and surprisingly humble.
He scoffs, āYou understand me even less than before.ā
With that, he forcibly removes Asterās hand and gets up.
ā¦Only to get hit with a dizzy spell and start going down immediately.
Aster catches him, probably without even meaning to. āDaz?ā
Huh, he actually sounds worried.
Blinking dark spots from his eyes, he shoves his wrist upwards to look at his console. It takes a few tries to get it right, which heās aware is a problem.
He struggles to focus enough to see the time, but Innit notes with surprise, itās been sixteen hours since you ate. Were we really here for that longā¦?
Ohhhhh. Yeah, thatād do it.
He mumbles, distantly aware that the words arenāt coming out right, āBig prāject. Nāt used to it. Forgot tāeat.ā
Heās set down on the couch with a surprising amount of gentleness, considering they were fighting just a moment ago.
āIāll be right back,ā Aster tells him, going back through the passage he came from.
Right, sure.
Daz closes his eyes to fight the way his body is suddenly screaming at him to take care of it. Heās exhausted, starving, and sore from both the repetitive motions and not moving around much.
Thereās the sound of a throat being cleared, and when he opens his eyes, two sandwiches are being held out to him.
ā¦Huh. He didnāt actually think Aster would come back.
He grabs them and damn near inhales the food, ditto for the water heās given.
Finally feeling a bit better now that heās sitting and with something in his stomach, he asks Aster, ā...Why?ā
A long, tired sigh comes from the other Tommy, who sinks down next to him on the couch. ā...I think youāre a petty, selfish bastard. But I donāt you to suffer,ā Aster tells him, brow furrowed a little.
Weird.
āI still hate you for seeing in my head.ā āArenāt we even for that? Iāve explained my reasons. I reluctantly agreed once the wish was brought up; you did this all on your own our of petty spite.ā
That gives him pause. ā...You never mentioned it was reluctant.ā
Aster stares at him in bafflement. āI was ready to refuse, but itās a literal fucking reality warping wishā one I can hand over to anyone I want. Thereāsā shit, Daz, I might not have known but it was being offered by the god of time and reality. And fuck knows what else they reside over!ā
He hates that he has a good point.
āI thought you jumped on the chance to pry my head open.ā āI hated the idea, actually. I know youāve secretive and I didnāt want to invade your privacy. But I assumed, stupidly, that Iād justā be told things. Like how Observers ask questions. In what fucking way was I supposed to know that Iād see things, and be in your head? I knew youād be mad, but I, again stupidly, figured that you could recognize that the wish was worth the mortifying ordeal of being known.ā
Daz knows heās sulking as he mutters, āYou could have asked me.ā āReally didnāt feel like that was an option. Would you want to tell the Showrunner āplease wait while I call up the guy you hate for permissionā?ā
Goddamnit.
See?! I told you heās a good person!
āShut up,ā Daz mutters, scrubbing at his face. āI donāt need you yammering in my ear, too.ā
Stop being a dick ācause I was proven right yet again. You always ignore me and it always fucks you over.
Aster asks, āInnit talking?ā āMhm. Iām not acting your gofer, youāll have plenty of time to talk soon enough.ā
Thereās a little bit of blessed silence, and Daz feels his eyes getting heavy.
Fuck, he doesnāt want to fall asleep like this. But heās tired, andā¦
And, as little as he wants to admit it, itās nice to have someone next to him.
A small, stupid, childish part of him wants to ask Aster to stay right here so he might not be tormented by nightmares.
But also, heād rather die than voice that tiny desire.
Thereās a little disappointment as the other him starts moving, but it was inevitable.
Then heās scooped up.
He sputters, āWhā what the fuck?!ā āUnfortunately for you, I know what you want. Even worse, Iām not enough of an asshole to refuse,ā Aster tells him, just before tossing him onto the bed.
His heart hammers. āIf you try anything weirdāā Giving him a withering look, Aster snaps, āThe fuck do you take me for? No, asshole, Iām dealing with your nightmares, insomnia, and touch starvation in one fell swoop.ā The bastard undoes his shoes and flops down.
Oh hell no.
He tries to get up, but Aster yanks him back down. āI donāt trust you to get home on your own, and youāll sleep like shit anyway. If youāre doing something niceā even if itās for extremely fucked up reasonsā Iām rewarding that by letting you actually fucking sleep for once inā what, four years or so?ā
ā¦It sucks that he canāt muster up the energy to fight this more seriously.
But, gods, real sleep sounds amazing. And his body is screaming for it, practically forcing it on him already.
So, reluctantly, he lets Aster wrap his arms around him and start messing with his hair.
āYou can go back to being an insufferable asshole tomorrow. For now, just take this with a little grace.ā
Daz canāt reply, because heās already out like a light.
#chronotag#dazzlingvoid#shiningaster#innerinnit#yes they decide to have a kid in Sorrow#she's adorable and she 500% manipulates Lumen | Aster#(who remains oblivious btw. he's just wrapped around her finger that hard.)#(that is HIS BABY GIRL!!)#Nova | Lumen meanwhile is pleased she's putting her lessons to good use. but sees through her most of the time#her tactic with him is just Logic. if she can come up with a good enough argument then Nova will probably let her get what she wants#they get a surrogate bc they both have a lot of trauma related to lack of a (good) family/abandonment btw#so it's deeply meaningful to them to have a kid they spent years planning for and who they want so badly and who has a blood tie to them#Aster WILL have Very Complicated Feelings when he realizes that Azira won't ever be a part of his life btw#anyway. yeah Daz doesn't do shit by halves!! he said he's do it so he's doing it#also sooner it's done = sooner he can be free of Innit#and a glimmer of them getting along! Daz will probably go back to being a bastard when he's awake tho
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