#astele

"... Astele, who are you talking to?"

"Oh, nobody in particular. I have a holonet blog."

"..."

"...?"

"Astele. Give me that datapad."

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Poor Adrestin just wants to practice in peace. But peace is a lie, there is only Astele.

I spent the day practicing drawing things quickly and this is one of the things that turned out well enough for me to post. :D

Oh no! I’m sorry to hear about your day anon, I hope tomorrow’s a better one for you.

Let’s see, some random facts about the Sithly trio…

Astele has an extensive collection of extremely tiny (thumb-sized) droids. She made them all herself, and they come in a wide variety of shapes and colours. They have very limited AI that pretty much just allows them to wander aimlessly and bump into things before changing direction, but some of them have compiled enough data to acquire a few weird quirks. Namely, picking up objects that register higher on their optical sensors i.e. SHINY THINGS. They don’t actually have the capacity to know what to do with anything they find, but since their homing circuits zero in on Astele’s quarters, she ends up with small piles of innocently stolen baubles in the corners of her bedroom floor. Nuts and bolts, coins, candy wrappers, the occasional precious gem, etc. Mostly Astele just ignores whatever’s there because lol what is cleaning. Sometimes there will be something that will catch her eye in the pile, which is how she’s come to decorate her lightsaber with little beads. It annoys Eri to no end, because SAFETY HAZARD those could get CAUGHT ON SOMETHING but Astele doesn’t care, she just likes the way it looks. Aaaand there have been a few occasions when something incredibly valuable and important has ended up with the dust bunnies in the corners of her room *coughcough* small Sith relics from a visit to Korriban that belonged to someone on the Dark Council *coughcough*. She’s noticed that exactly once, and she’s popped them surreptitiously into a drawer because she didn’t know what to do with them exactly once. They’re still there. Oops.

Adrestin’s affinity for cooking does not come naturally. He’s gone through several decades of utterly deplorable food disasters before finally getting into a rhythm and figuring out ratios, complementary flavours, and *cough* potential severe allergic reactions to some ingredients that might occasionally happen when making food for multispecies’ palettes. He used to be rather clumsy as well so there’s many a tale of kitchens set on fire, pots and pans cascading to the floor in domino-like effect, exploding bags of flour, accidentally using the hot pepper powder instead of the red candy sprinkles, and entire trays of seven-course dinners flying into the air after tripping on a dropped salt shaker and flailing about comically. Fortunately he slowly gained better spatial awareness and hand-eye coordination and by his early thirties the clumsy episodes tapered off.

Despite all of their efforts to appear Extremely Serious, Stoic, and Jaded, Eri is actually one of the most hedonistic and simple-pleasure-focused out of almost all of my Sith. They will drink themselves into a stupor if opportunity allows (and they are a friendly drunk). They have nothing but the finest quality linens on their bed, including the softest, plushest pillows and the fluffiest, comfiest comforters, and getting them out of bed planetside on a cold morning is pretty much impossible. Eri likes to pretend they’re super strict with Astele’s training, but they’re the one that will play video games with her for six hours straight and into the night, and then pass off her lightsaber training on Adrestin the next day. Their sweet tooth is nigh on insatiable, to the point where Adrestin actually has to lock the cupboards where some of the baking goods are kept because if he doesn’t, Erion will steal every ounce of chocolate and sneak every cookie. Even raisins and straight-up bags of sugar aren’t safe. There has been more than one occasion where Adrestin has come into the kitchen late at night only to catch Eri red-handed as they’re trying to wrest open the pantry locks, or catch them wide-eyed and frozen already in the act, spoon in mouth and jar of honey in hand.

Astele is very aware of Eri’s slightly-embarrassing, not-so-serious-after-all-are-we side, which is probably partly why she’s so sassy and gets away with so much. She knows that whatever scolding for whatever thing she’s done, Eri’s one to talk and has probably done something far more ridiculous and it was probably not even 24 hours ago.

:D

I know in Opening Dialogue we haven’t met much of Darth Gallus yet but I don’t care I love him he is a precious snarky angerbean please protect him and also here have a doodle of him chatting with Astele in some sort of flashback or something, I don’t know

Have an Astele, she’s from my Sith-and-Jedi-make-friends fic, Opening Dialogue. 

She tiny. All of four-foot-five, not going to get any bigger, and full of way too much energy. She likes tinkering with electronics, building things, and taking them apart. She is Darth Erion’s apprentice, although Darth Belus/Adrestin supplements her training whenever he’s around (which is often, he’s like a Very Large Sithly uncle to her). Which is great, because she already has a HUGE mostly-Sith Bimm family back on Ord Radama, so family gatherings end up being a chaotic mess of fun and/or brawling, depending on who’s fur gets ruffled.