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🔞Miaulin 🐈 🌹 She/Her 🌹 25 🌹 Writer/Artist
Side Account for OC lore and ramblings, but mostly Aster 💛📚🔞
Main: @miaulin.bsky.social
PFP: @frankymoons
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https://archiveofourown.org/users/Miaulin
Side Account for OC lore and ramblings, but mostly Aster 💛📚🔞
Main: @miaulin.bsky.social
PFP: @frankymoons
Banner: @trueraven560507
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Miaulin
January 9, 2025 at 12:37 PM
And if you really mean them, you would need to look him in the eyes and say it to him yourself.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
And if you really mean them, you would need to look him in the eyes and say it to him yourself.
Aster barely reaches the end of the letter before he’s grabbing his coat and walking towards the door.
He's on the next flight to your home within the day. He doesn't care how he looks. The days of sleepless nights and restlessness, he doesn't care. He doesn't believe a word you say.
He's on the next flight to your home within the day. He doesn't care how he looks. The days of sleepless nights and restlessness, he doesn't care. He doesn't believe a word you say.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Aster barely reaches the end of the letter before he’s grabbing his coat and walking towards the door.
He's on the next flight to your home within the day. He doesn't care how he looks. The days of sleepless nights and restlessness, he doesn't care. He doesn't believe a word you say.
He's on the next flight to your home within the day. He doesn't care how he looks. The days of sleepless nights and restlessness, he doesn't care. He doesn't believe a word you say.
Phone on his hand, eyes on the screen, heart in flames over what he might have done in order for you to distance yourself like this.
Up until after the millionth time of reloading, finally, a single e-mail waiting at the top of the list, your nickname and a single word title.
“Goodbye”
Up until after the millionth time of reloading, finally, a single e-mail waiting at the top of the list, your nickname and a single word title.
“Goodbye”
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Phone on his hand, eyes on the screen, heart in flames over what he might have done in order for you to distance yourself like this.
Up until after the millionth time of reloading, finally, a single e-mail waiting at the top of the list, your nickname and a single word title.
“Goodbye”
Up until after the millionth time of reloading, finally, a single e-mail waiting at the top of the list, your nickname and a single word title.
“Goodbye”
There’s an email in your drafts, and your hands write how much you truly love and want him here, but it always ends with you deleting it.
In the end, after days of worries, Aster sits at his computer, almost obsessively watching for any sign on you.
In the end, after days of worries, Aster sits at his computer, almost obsessively watching for any sign on you.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
There’s an email in your drafts, and your hands write how much you truly love and want him here, but it always ends with you deleting it.
In the end, after days of worries, Aster sits at his computer, almost obsessively watching for any sign on you.
In the end, after days of worries, Aster sits at his computer, almost obsessively watching for any sign on you.
There is nothing but knowing you're all alone in a city while your heart is miles away.
Neither of you feels right without the other. There’s no normalcy after that. Aster tries again, and your heart breaks with every new email in your mailbox; a few open, the rest you can't bear to read.
Neither of you feels right without the other. There’s no normalcy after that. Aster tries again, and your heart breaks with every new email in your mailbox; a few open, the rest you can't bear to read.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
There is nothing but knowing you're all alone in a city while your heart is miles away.
Neither of you feels right without the other. There’s no normalcy after that. Aster tries again, and your heart breaks with every new email in your mailbox; a few open, the rest you can't bear to read.
Neither of you feels right without the other. There’s no normalcy after that. Aster tries again, and your heart breaks with every new email in your mailbox; a few open, the rest you can't bear to read.
You see the phone ring at least a dozen times until you turn it off, laying in bed, quiet once again, with no voice to help you sleep, no story to make you laugh, no sweet nickname whispered when you're seconds away from falling asleep.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
You see the phone ring at least a dozen times until you turn it off, laying in bed, quiet once again, with no voice to help you sleep, no story to make you laugh, no sweet nickname whispered when you're seconds away from falling asleep.
Heart more.
Then Svii comes in happily, chatting while you're trying to devise an excuse, but Aster is momentarily distracted by her.
You can hear his frustration, but you quickly take the moment to say a quiet goodbye and hang up before he can react.
Then Svii comes in happily, chatting while you're trying to devise an excuse, but Aster is momentarily distracted by her.
You can hear his frustration, but you quickly take the moment to say a quiet goodbye and hang up before he can react.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Heart more.
Then Svii comes in happily, chatting while you're trying to devise an excuse, but Aster is momentarily distracted by her.
You can hear his frustration, but you quickly take the moment to say a quiet goodbye and hang up before he can react.
Then Svii comes in happily, chatting while you're trying to devise an excuse, but Aster is momentarily distracted by her.
You can hear his frustration, but you quickly take the moment to say a quiet goodbye and hang up before he can react.
Not calling, not being as talkative in messages. Not using the nicknames you'd created.
Aster notices immediately of course. He's so in-tuned with you and how you're feeling just from your voice and mannerisms. He asks if you're alright, what's wrong. The concern bleeding in his voice breaking your
Aster notices immediately of course. He's so in-tuned with you and how you're feeling just from your voice and mannerisms. He asks if you're alright, what's wrong. The concern bleeding in his voice breaking your
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Not calling, not being as talkative in messages. Not using the nicknames you'd created.
Aster notices immediately of course. He's so in-tuned with you and how you're feeling just from your voice and mannerisms. He asks if you're alright, what's wrong. The concern bleeding in his voice breaking your
Aster notices immediately of course. He's so in-tuned with you and how you're feeling just from your voice and mannerisms. He asks if you're alright, what's wrong. The concern bleeding in his voice breaking your
should be able to love in real life and not just on the phone. You feel guilty taking all that space, all that time from him. The messages, the calls. He should be spending more time with her.
The guilt gnaws at your heart. So you start distancing yourself from Aster.
The guilt gnaws at your heart. So you start distancing yourself from Aster.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
should be able to love in real life and not just on the phone. You feel guilty taking all that space, all that time from him. The messages, the calls. He should be spending more time with her.
The guilt gnaws at your heart. So you start distancing yourself from Aster.
The guilt gnaws at your heart. So you start distancing yourself from Aster.
It's an honest mistake; he usually doesn't have to explain it since everyone who knows them knows they're brother and sister, and they look similar, but of course, you don't know. You still haven't even seen Aster, and obviously, you don't tell him anything. Someone like him
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
It's an honest mistake; he usually doesn't have to explain it since everyone who knows them knows they're brother and sister, and they look similar, but of course, you don't know. You still haven't even seen Aster, and obviously, you don't tell him anything. Someone like him
It made sense. It was silly of you to think he would choose someone on the phone he’s never met over meeting actual people.
What you didn’t know was that the woman was Svii, Asters' younger sister. They’re very close, and he’d probably forgotten to mention who she was to you.
What you didn’t know was that the woman was Svii, Asters' younger sister. They’re very close, and he’d probably forgotten to mention who she was to you.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
It made sense. It was silly of you to think he would choose someone on the phone he’s never met over meeting actual people.
What you didn’t know was that the woman was Svii, Asters' younger sister. They’re very close, and he’d probably forgotten to mention who she was to you.
What you didn’t know was that the woman was Svii, Asters' younger sister. They’re very close, and he’d probably forgotten to mention who she was to you.
Aspects of the others lives. Friends, family, coworker’s.
Eventually you hear a feminine voice talk in the background sometimes.
Aster often ends up talking to her, leaving to help her with something, and you feel that twisting knife in your stomach.
Eventually you hear a feminine voice talk in the background sometimes.
Aster often ends up talking to her, leaving to help her with something, and you feel that twisting knife in your stomach.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Aspects of the others lives. Friends, family, coworker’s.
Eventually you hear a feminine voice talk in the background sometimes.
Aster often ends up talking to her, leaving to help her with something, and you feel that twisting knife in your stomach.
Eventually you hear a feminine voice talk in the background sometimes.
Aster often ends up talking to her, leaving to help her with something, and you feel that twisting knife in your stomach.
Where you don't think about his voice, his soft tone, his laugh, that you wish he could read every mail he sent you just to hear him say it all over again.
Months go by after upgrading from email to phone calls everyday. Learning everything about one another. Even going into the more personal
Months go by after upgrading from email to phone calls everyday. Learning everything about one another. Even going into the more personal
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Where you don't think about his voice, his soft tone, his laugh, that you wish he could read every mail he sent you just to hear him say it all over again.
Months go by after upgrading from email to phone calls everyday. Learning everything about one another. Even going into the more personal
Months go by after upgrading from email to phone calls everyday. Learning everything about one another. Even going into the more personal
You’re stammering and saying that you'd like that, hearing his knowing hum that has your cheeks blooming like a fresh-cut rose, and you nearly float into work after you both hang up, a lovesick smile on your face.
Both of you end up thinking about each other the entire day. Not a second goes by
Both of you end up thinking about each other the entire day. Not a second goes by
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
You’re stammering and saying that you'd like that, hearing his knowing hum that has your cheeks blooming like a fresh-cut rose, and you nearly float into work after you both hang up, a lovesick smile on your face.
Both of you end up thinking about each other the entire day. Not a second goes by
Both of you end up thinking about each other the entire day. Not a second goes by
for work, but neither wants to hang up.
Aster can hear your sigh as you sit in your car outside of work, knowing you have to leave. He just laughs that quiet chuckle that makes your stomach flip. He says he'll be waiting when you get out of work if you wish to call him again.
Aster can hear your sigh as you sit in your car outside of work, knowing you have to leave. He just laughs that quiet chuckle that makes your stomach flip. He says he'll be waiting when you get out of work if you wish to call him again.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
for work, but neither wants to hang up.
Aster can hear your sigh as you sit in your car outside of work, knowing you have to leave. He just laughs that quiet chuckle that makes your stomach flip. He says he'll be waiting when you get out of work if you wish to call him again.
Aster can hear your sigh as you sit in your car outside of work, knowing you have to leave. He just laughs that quiet chuckle that makes your stomach flip. He says he'll be waiting when you get out of work if you wish to call him again.
to pay for his phone bill, ashamed and blushing even harder when you hear him laugh, telling you that if he had to pay a million dollars to do it again, he would do so a thousand times more.
You both end up talking even longer, having breakfast, getting ready, all the way up until you need to leave
You both end up talking even longer, having breakfast, getting ready, all the way up until you need to leave
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
to pay for his phone bill, ashamed and blushing even harder when you hear him laugh, telling you that if he had to pay a million dollars to do it again, he would do so a thousand times more.
You both end up talking even longer, having breakfast, getting ready, all the way up until you need to leave
You both end up talking even longer, having breakfast, getting ready, all the way up until you need to leave
He'd awoken before you and patiently waited for you to wake up so he could say it personally for the first time.
You feel like you're about to die from the butterflies and shame that you fell asleep last night. Plus, that sweet voice in the morning is not helping whatsoever, but you reply, offering
You feel like you're about to die from the butterflies and shame that you fell asleep last night. Plus, that sweet voice in the morning is not helping whatsoever, but you reply, offering
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
He'd awoken before you and patiently waited for you to wake up so he could say it personally for the first time.
You feel like you're about to die from the butterflies and shame that you fell asleep last night. Plus, that sweet voice in the morning is not helping whatsoever, but you reply, offering
You feel like you're about to die from the butterflies and shame that you fell asleep last night. Plus, that sweet voice in the morning is not helping whatsoever, but you reply, offering
but he smiles, placing his phone by the bed, not hanging up, but instead, going to sleep right next to you, listening to your even gentle breaths.
Late in the morning you wake up and realize you're still on the phone, and Aster is already there to say “Good morning, Darling. How are you feeling?”
Late in the morning you wake up and realize you're still on the phone, and Aster is already there to say “Good morning, Darling. How are you feeling?”
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
but he smiles, placing his phone by the bed, not hanging up, but instead, going to sleep right next to you, listening to your even gentle breaths.
Late in the morning you wake up and realize you're still on the phone, and Aster is already there to say “Good morning, Darling. How are you feeling?”
Late in the morning you wake up and realize you're still on the phone, and Aster is already there to say “Good morning, Darling. How are you feeling?”
he has ever heard; he feels you calm down, ask quiet questions, and eventually stop crying.
You talk for hours. Up until he waits for your response at one point, and it's answered by breathing—just your breathing. Peaceful, calm, asleep, and he wishes nothing more than to be there now and hold you,
You talk for hours. Up until he waits for your response at one point, and it's answered by breathing—just your breathing. Peaceful, calm, asleep, and he wishes nothing more than to be there now and hold you,
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
he has ever heard; he feels you calm down, ask quiet questions, and eventually stop crying.
You talk for hours. Up until he waits for your response at one point, and it's answered by breathing—just your breathing. Peaceful, calm, asleep, and he wishes nothing more than to be there now and hold you,
You talk for hours. Up until he waits for your response at one point, and it's answered by breathing—just your breathing. Peaceful, calm, asleep, and he wishes nothing more than to be there now and hold you,
You want to keep listening to his voice about anything. Just don’t stop talking.
And he does.
He talks about his day, about the things that happened. His smile is so soft when he hears you laugh; it's quiet, small, and followed by sniffles, but he thinks it's the most beautiful thing
And he does.
He talks about his day, about the things that happened. His smile is so soft when he hears you laugh; it's quiet, small, and followed by sniffles, but he thinks it's the most beautiful thing
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
You want to keep listening to his voice about anything. Just don’t stop talking.
And he does.
He talks about his day, about the things that happened. His smile is so soft when he hears you laugh; it's quiet, small, and followed by sniffles, but he thinks it's the most beautiful thing
And he does.
He talks about his day, about the things that happened. His smile is so soft when he hears you laugh; it's quiet, small, and followed by sniffles, but he thinks it's the most beautiful thing
deep voice.
He talks so softly, asking if you’re alright and if you’ve been crying. It's so soothing and gentle to the point you’re sobbing and hiccuping into the phone, and he gets worried that you don’t enjoy hearing him, but you manage to choke out between the tears for him not to stop.
He talks so softly, asking if you’re alright and if you’ve been crying. It's so soothing and gentle to the point you’re sobbing and hiccuping into the phone, and he gets worried that you don’t enjoy hearing him, but you manage to choke out between the tears for him not to stop.
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
deep voice.
He talks so softly, asking if you’re alright and if you’ve been crying. It's so soothing and gentle to the point you’re sobbing and hiccuping into the phone, and he gets worried that you don’t enjoy hearing him, but you manage to choke out between the tears for him not to stop.
He talks so softly, asking if you’re alright and if you’ve been crying. It's so soothing and gentle to the point you’re sobbing and hiccuping into the phone, and he gets worried that you don’t enjoy hearing him, but you manage to choke out between the tears for him not to stop.