Shooting Star 🌟 Wilbur Soot x Oc 🌟

6

"Oh, let it be said, my dear. I was gonna wait for you" --Wilbur

The brothers stand in Wilbur's room, leaving Aster sitting in the bed in the adjacent room.

"What are we supposed to do?" Techno asked. "We can't exactly tell anyone that she's here,"

"You can tell everyone I have a headache and will be in my rooms for the day, nobody goes into the adjacent room unless it's sheets cleaning day or room cleaning day, and those are on Saturday and Sunday respectively. We'll be fine,"

Techno looks hesitant. "Fine," He gives in. "I'll try and sneak up extra food for you guys if I can," His voice then drops to a whisper, "Try and get more answers out of her, yeah? Like where she came from and how she got in,"

"She told us she couldn't answer that," Wilbur hisses.

"Then do some research," Techno shrugs. "I'll be back soon with breakfast,"

"Thanks Techno," Wilbur sighs, seeing him out before closing the door and locking it. He turns back towards his room, glancing through the door towards the adjacent room's bed. She's still sitting where they left her, staring out the window at the lightening sky, looking miserable.

"Do you prefer the night over the day?" Wilbur asks, staying standing so as not to scare her.

She smiles faintly. "You could say that I suppose," Turning away from the sky to look at him he smiles at the look in her eyes, a look that reflects the stars and all the sheer wonder and mystery they hold.

She looks exhausted but she's still awake and it's been quite a few hours since she woke up earlier.

"You should sleep," Wilbur suggests. "You don't exactly look—"

"Healthy?" She fills in. "That's fair," She sighs, turning to look at her hands clasped in her lap.

"What happened?" Wilbur asks softly, leaning against the bed post and crossing his arms with a slight concerned frown etched on his face.

She doesn't look up this time when she answers his question. "I was..." She shakes her head. "I was dragged here by—" She stops talking abruptly, hands shooting up towards her throat.

"Aster?" Wilbur pushes off the bed post, moving around it quickly as a quiet and strangled whimper emerges from her throat. Tears form in her eyes as she opens and closes her mouth, fighting for air. "Okay, okay, keep trying to breathe, what's— what's stopping you? From breathing?" He hovers around her, terrified and unsure of what to do as he skims over her, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

It takes another agonizing ten seconds before she gasps, air filling her lungs in desperate gulps. Wilbur rubs a hand on her back, cautiously sitting next to her.

"You really can't talk about it..." He whispers.

She shakes her head, using a sleeve to dry the tears on her cheeks and around her eyes. "You need to learn for yourself..." She massages her throat miserably. "Until then, I can't tell you anything,"

"Can you point me in the right direction at least?"

She hums. "In a vague way I'm sure... Your father would know... Books are nice too," She muses.

Wilbur sighs. "Well, books I have, my father is currently... an absentee,"

She glances at him before looking back out to the sky. "Your father has a very good reason for leaving. You will understand when he returns,"

Wilbur whips his head around to her. "I never told you he had given a reason for leaving. How do you know all that?"

She squirms slightly and rubs her throat, looking at him pleadingly. "I can't say much,"