Aestrea Against The World (X)

"…What the actual fuck happened to you?!"

James's voice cracked with disbelief as he pointed a shaky finger at Aestrea, his jaw halfway to the floor.

"I'm serious! How... h-how the hell did you get even more handsome overnight?!"

Aestrea didn't answer. He just poked at the stew in his bowl like it might explain things better than words could.

"Don't look at the soup like that!" James growled.

"LOOK AT ME BITCH."

Derek, sitting on the opposite side of the fire, raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer, squinting.

"Dude... I don't even know what to say... Before, you had a vibe. Brooding, a little cold, charming, you know? But now… now you're walking around like a damn celestial prince." He pointed at Aestrea's face.

"And those eyes!!! There's a literal moon printed in your eyeballs. That's not FUCKING normal!"

Before Aestrea could blink, Derek had already grabbed him by the shoulders, giving him a frantic little shake.