|| @sncwshenanigans​ // cont .
   had it only happened for a couple of minutes , the pooka would have just ignored the feeling on his gut & went on with the party . but minutes , hours passed --- & it was still there so clearly making itself known , not helping his now uneasy thoughts . was everything alright ? had something happened ? too many ideas having him shake his head a couple of times throughout the night , grey ears softly going with it .
   two hours in , & that’s when he could finally catch him alone , hoodie over his head --- aster hated when his gut was right , it only meant bad things most times . he moves quietly , swiftly , not wanting to bother the other . & then he asks him , accent thick with how low he made his voice be , not wanting to catch any attention of the others let them be guardians or north’s helpers . his answer . . . it hurts , since he knows the feeling .
    “ listen , jack . . .  “ his voice is so gentle , it almost doesn’t seem aster’s , at all . when had it been the last time he spoke to someone like this , so . . . brotherly . ah , he remembers now .  “ y’know - i once was like ya on tha’ . “ & on many other things , although those not worth mentioning --- rather keep them buried somewhere in his mind .  “ i’s goin’ ta be tough ta le’ yerself be . . . more a’ ease , i guess tha’ would be the word fer this case .  “
