Herp. I actually wrote something new, woohoo~
I have a newfound love for Aster, and Aster/Richter is nice too. There's a lack of fics about them, or so I've heard. So... here's my contribution. 8D
Aster's death; I don't remember it well in-game so I kinda wrote my own version. Implied Aster/Richter, character death, so sad.
I own nothing but my writing style. c: Enjoy my little Richter!angst drabble, I hope I don't disappoint. It's my first DoTNW fic, anyway. Reviews are always loved.
'AIN SOPH AUR.'
A flash of energy filled the room. A scream echoed in the large chamber, then silence. What just happened? Eyes of jade that are normally glaring filled with worry as they darted around. He wasn't dead, thank the goddess, but... what about Aster? His eyes found their way to a limp figure on the floor a few feet behind where his partner should've been standing. No, he wasn't dead, he just fell. He's always clumsy, right? He couldn't be dead. Not Aster, the only person Richter could call a friend in a world that hated his kind. Not Aster, the brilliant blonde who lost papers that were right in front of him. Not Aster, that brought a smile to the half-elf's lips when no one else could. No, Aster couldn't be dead... could he? Not a second passed before Richter was on his knees, checking for a pulse at an almost frantic pace. He placed an ear to his best friend's chest. Buh-bum... buh-bum... buh-... bum... ... ... ... ... more silence. His life went out while Richter was listening. Could it get any worse? It was over; Aster was dead, killed by the lord of all monsters in his inner sanctum. This was not how his life was supposed to end. There were so many things, so many places, that he's never seen. There were so many things he hadn't done. Piles of research papers still sat on his desk. Richter looked at Aster's face. His last, faint smile did nothing to ease the pain that stabbed into Richter's core when he saw pale blue eyes that were cold and lifeless. Richter set the blonde's body down gently before clasping his hand on the blade at his waist so hard there would be blisters later. He drew the weapon and turned sharply, running and striking the being that killed his partner with blind fury, pure hatred momentarily filling his worried eyes. No one hurts Aster, his Aster. It would be a life for a life, or as close as the half-elf could get it.