#peg'asi

[isilrina]

Happy Art Monday!

Started at the end of last year, this piece underwent several reworkings and additions until completion due to delays during the holiday season. Originally intended for posting before the year's end, circumstances led to its completion a few days later, marking the new year with another addition to my Andromeda Six fanart collection.

'Close your eyes' portrays a pivotal moment in the relationship between the main character, Jiro, and Vexx from the game Andromeda Six. The two Kitalphan men, Jiro and Vexx were a couple before the treacherous coup shook their bond. Despite the turmoil, Jiro eventually realized Vexx was a victim as much as he was, and their love rekindled amidst the trials faced aboard the Andromeda Six.

While Nat' embodied boldness and Rina exuded emotional depth, Jiro stands as the most gentle and tender of my OCs so far. His tendency to avoid problems in hopes of their disappearance contrasts the harsh reality that he faces.

This artwork captures a crucial scene where the main character is falling, and Vexx rushes to catch him before impending danger. Much like the identifying details in previous drawings (the dog tags of Damon and the tattoos of Bash), Vexx's presence is hinted at through a glimpse of his sleeve.

Inspired by the song "Close your eyes" by Digital Daggers, the title encapsulates the essence of the scene, hinting at a moment of trust, protection, and the deep emotional connection shared between Jiro and Vexx amid life-threatening circumstances.

The heartfelt lyrics resonate with the emotional connection shared between the two men, echoing the theme of resilience and solidarity during turbulent times. The imagery portrays a gripping moment where danger looms, yet their unwavering support for each other shines through, depicting a bond strengthened by adversity.

The profound emotions conveyed in the song's lyrics parallel the essence of this artwork, illustrating not only the depth of their connection but also their determination to overcome challenges together. As the song suggests, it echoes the sentiment that despite the chaos surrounding them, their united strength and trust will guide them through the storm.

(Personal notes: As much as I love those hands, I'm not that fond of the background. I'll probably remake it when I'll have some time and I understand how to do what I want.)

Software used: Clip Studio Paint.

"Close your eyes" by Digital Daggers. (On Youtube)

And now I'm gonna take a few minutes to thanks the people who liked, wrote a comment, followed me or rebloged my art since the end of last year.

So here is a huge shout out and thanks to: @broken-little-bhaal-babe, @valkblue, @p0et-is-my-persona, @who-is-riley, @messydiabolical, @rungalwaysheretolisten, @justabadartistlmao, @rasaltav, @ohsotragical, @feydstan, @rachellaurengray, @dramionefeltson, @storyknitter, @kitschycritter, @notrandomatall, @cityofseraphim, @kad-dala, @h3av3nndh3ll, @nony-pandemia, @phans-aesthetic-adventures, @greenberrytea, @princess-paige-place-of-fun, @umbrellaseason, @hathorik, @blackblooms, @chlorhexidini and @mxsunnybop. Each time I saw I had reached one of you, it had brightened my day, so once again, thank you all.

(Unfortunately there was some people I couldn't tag because tumblr didn't let me, so if you are one of them and you see my post, know it is not intentional and thank you.)

I'll try do this more often, it will be easier next time ^^

[eluvisen]

I was able to get my A6 Traveller Siraye from the lovely @sunshinemage! Thank you so much, she looks incredible ❤

[queen-scribbles]

And to my word now I'll be true, I can't stop this breaking loose This love, is like wildfire ---

Absolutely stunning art of my Andromeda Six MC Rue and Vexx from @valkblue bc the dancing couple pose in her latest YCH round was made for them.✨

[thornaelle]

Cassian Peg'asi for @highwayphantoms!

[finchmarie]

I love them your honor.

[commander-krios]

For the Sake of Kindness

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Vexx Serif/f!Traveler, f!Traveler & Noa Peg'asi Rating: Teen Summary: Befriending the youngest Peg'asi was easier than Vexx Serif had expected. Sade was a lonely girl who wanted nothing more than a friend. Unfortunately for him, he was in need of a friend as well. Words: 2219 Additional Tags: Human Traveler, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Disfunctional Family, Pre-Canon, Acts of Kindness

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The neon lights of Silta Vie reflected off of puddles as they walked through the crowded streets, dodging pedestrians and guards, Vexx trying to keep his charge from being spotted despite her disguise. Even without the fancy dresses or jewelry of the royal stylists, there was no mistaking Sade as a Peg’asi, those honey-green eyes every bit King Fenris while the rest of her was the spitting image of Queen Lucrezia… minus the coldness the Solar Queen seemed to wield as a weapon. There wasn’t much to be done for her wild curls and even the hat that Vexx had stuck on her head did little to tame them.

He glanced to his left as they ducked beneath one of the low overhangs of a cafe. Her face was turned up towards the lights, a dazzling smile on her pretty lips, eyes wide with the wonder of a young woman who’d never seen anything so awe-inspiring in her entire life.

It’d been almost too easy to gain her friendship. A lonely princess who had no friends, and no one who paid her much attention minus the Crown Princess, but those moments were rare. Nerissa Peg’asi was busy as the heir to the throne, being stuck in a battle of wits against her father’s expectations and her mother’s demands.

But Sade, no matter how much the royal family mistreated her, was somehow kind beneath it all. And it was in moments like this that Vexx was aware of how sheltered she truly was.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” He asked, having to stop himself from tacking on the royal title at the end. While in the city, Sade wasn’t a princess and as much of an exhausting time it was to try to keep her from being caught, they always had fun, their nights ending with their stomachs hurting from laughing too much.

Vexx hadn’t laughed like that since before.

Sade turned those eyes on him, her smile warming him despite the night’s chill. “It’s amazing. You grew up here?”

Vexx rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ignore the warning that tickled his mind. Don’t get invested. “In a different part of the Silver District, but for most of my childhood, I ran these streets.”

Sade sighed wistfully, glancing at the colors and bustle of the people around them, fingers toying with the edge of the too large jacket he’d found for her. “There is so much life here.”

There had been so much life here once, but rule of the Golden King had destroyed that as surely as he’d destroyed so many other things. Gritting his teeth, he forced a light hearted smile on his face, reaching out to brush one of her stray curls behind her ear, enjoying how warm her skin felt against his fingertips in the cool night.

He couldn’t tell if she was blushing in the darkness, but with how her eyes burned when she met his gaze, Vexx knew he had her hooked. His fingers trailed along her jaw before moving down her neck, touch disappearing almost as quickly as it’d appeared. Her eyes fluttered closed and he was struck by how pretty this woman was. She was the most beautiful flower in a garden overrun with vipers.

There was a fire within her that longed to burn, to be set free and to ravage everything around her.

It would be so easy to lean in, to brush his lips against hers, take in the scent of jasmine that clung to her even hours after she left her blooms. Her lips parted, breath warming his skin, the wine she’d drank only twenty minutes before leaving a heady smell of fruit behind. He shifted closer, his chest pressing up against her, his hand gliding across her shoulder and down her arm, only to linger at her hand.

“Lieutenant?” She said, breathless as her eyes opened, watching him with a desire that he was all too willing to explore.

“Yes, Your Highness?” He whispered, low enough that none would hear him but her. It wouldn’t take much to kiss her senseless and lose themselves among the crowd.

Maybe they could stay lost.

Someone shoved into Vexx roughly, nearly knocking him into Sade. He reached out to grab her by the shoulders, keeping the momentum from sending them both to the ground. It didn’t, however, save their assailant. The man tripped over his own feet, hitting the pavement ungracefully. He groaned, but didn’t move, his arms splayed at an uncomfortable angle, his cheek pressed against wet ground.

“What the f-”

Sade gasped, moving to aid the man, kneeling beside him and shifting some of his dark hair out of his face. It was only when Vexx noticed the strong cheekbones and a nose that looked too much like Sade’s that he realized he was looking at one of her brothers. One of the Solar Queen’s sons, to be exact.

“Noa?” She shook him to no avail. His eyes didn’t even flutter open. “Dammit.”

Vexx reached down to pull her to her feet, forcing her around so her gaze met his. “We need to get out of here. Before someone figures out who you are.”

“We need to get him to his apartment.” Sade said instead, shrugging out of his grip before trying to lift her brother from the wet and dirty ground. It was pathetic to watch as the prince slipped from her hands, landing in a puddle, getting water all over his sister in the process.

With a sigh, Vexx reached down to lift the practically comatose man from the ground, wrapping an arm around his waist, slinging one of the prince’s arms over his shoulders. Once he was positive he wouldn’t drop him, Vexx raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Where are we going?”

Sade gave him a pained look. It was obvious that she hadn’t expected him to help. He hated that it stung that she thought so little of him. “I… it’s this way.”

She turned back in the direction of the Gold District.

“Why am I not surprised?” Vexx muttered, eyes scanning for threats in the crowded street. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Sade was silent as she weaved between pedestrians, slow enough that he didn’t need to try to hurry while dragging her brother along. Noa was a lot heavier than he looked, but Vexx figured that was because he was practically unconscious, whatever narcotic he’d consumed making him nothing more than a limp doll.

The apartments Noa lived in was close enough to the Guard Quarters that Vexx began to worry they’d be caught. If one of the Guard Commanders saw him with two of the royal children… he didn’t want to think about what they’d do to him. The best thing would be getting removed from his position. The worst probably involved the King and he wasn’t quite ready for that sort of interaction with his Majesty.

The doorman didn’t even blink at the sight of Noa hanging from Vexx’s shoulders, the man only sighing deeply before letting them into the building, stepping out of vomiting range as soon as the door was open. They shuffled past and Vexx wondered how often this happened.

Probably more than he wanted to know.

~~~~ Once Noa was settled on a couch in his apartment, Sade turned the prince on his side, brushing some of his dark curls out of his face. She had acquired some things while Vexx had deposited him on the spot and now, she dipped a washcloth in a bowl of cool water before wiping his forehead and cheeks meticulously. Vexx watched her for a few moments in silence, playing nurse to a brother who probably would’ve thrown her out on her ass if he knew what was happening. “Why do you bother?”

She glanced up in confusion, nose wrinkling adorably. “What?”

Vexx cleared his throat, realizing too late he couldn’t take back the question. Might as well dive in headfirst. “Why help him? We both know he wouldn’t do the same for you.”

Sade stared at him, eyes unblinking as she processed his words. Finally, she sighed, glancing away and dipping the washcloth in the basin. “That’s not why I do it.”

What does that even mean?

“Why then?”

Sade’s gaze landed on her brother and her face softened considerably. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”

None of them deserved her. Vexx knew that already by the kind and gentleness within her, and how easy it was for the youngest of her siblings to torment her daily.

“It’s getting late. He looks like he might be fine. Probably won’t die in a pile of his own vomit.” Sade glanced up with wide eyes and Vexx silently cursed his idiocy. Good job, moron. “It’s a joke.”

She didn’t respond, focusing her attention on Noa again. Her hand rested against his shoulder and she closed her eyes, trying to keep her breath from shaking.

“I’m sorry.” He tried instead. They really couldn’t linger here. If any of Noa’s friends came back, if he woke up, there would be too many questions. “But we need to leave, Princess.”

When she didn’t move, he realized what she meant to do.

“No.” He snapped, taking a step closer, finally getting her attention. “What was your plan? To sit here with him all night?”

“If I have to.”

Stupid, self-sacrificing…

“And if he told the King that you were here? That’d be the end of your fun. You might end up in a real cell instead of the gilded cage they put you in.”

Sade winced at his words and Vexx wanted so badly to feel guilty about it, but he couldn’t. The fury at how easily she sacrificed her own happiness for brothers and sisters who couldn’t care less if she even existed.

And why the fuck did he care so much?

The pain on her face was enough to soften him. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, stepping forward and holding his other hand out in a plea. “If I call one of Noa’s friends to come check on him, will you leave with me?”

Sade stared at her brother, her expression vacant but he knew her mind was working overtime to try to find some excuse to stay or to argue her point. But she had none. She was going to get them both in trouble and as much as he didn’t want to care about what happened to her, he realized he did.

And that was going to be a problem.

Sade nodded her head and it took him a moment to recognize the relief he felt. How long had it been since he felt anything close to it?

Contacting the Prince’s supposed friends was easier than he’d expected. A call or two later, Vexx knew that he wouldn’t be alone tonight. Somehow, he managed to pull Sade from her brother’s side, promising to have someone check in on him the next morning to make sure he was alright.

Finally, they stepped outside of the Prince’s apartment, only to find the rain had stopped. Puddles reflected the streetlights as they made their way back towards the palace, the silence strained between them. All he could think about was how easy it was for her to sacrifice her happiness, her safety, everything, for people who wouldn’t bother to even help her should she need it. Vexx wanted to shout, to rail against the stupidity of something like that, but he found the fight leaving him almost as soon as he tried to open his mouth.

Sade was kind, yes, but more so, she was brave and selfless, and goddammit, against his own better judgment, he was starting to like her. Where did that leave him with Zovack’s plan? What could he possibly do now?

He didn’t want to imagine her dead among her useless siblings.

Vexx watched her in the dark, trying to quell the rise of panic as he came to the unfortunate conclusion that there wasn’t anything he could do unless he convinced Zovack that there was no way to take the palace. He might still try, but without the information about the secret passages, it would be more difficult.

“Thank you.”

His steps faltered, for sure that he said something aloud, but she wasn’t watching him with suspicion or anger. Sade only looked sad and he felt his heart tug painfully.

“You didn’t have to help me. I know most of my family aren’t worth the energy or respect.” She paused, wringing her hands together. “But Noa… he needs help. And he’s my brother. I couldn’t just leave him.”

Vexx covered her hands with one of his own, stilling her nervous movements. She glanced up at him, curiosity and hesitation warring in her eyes. “You don’t have to thank me. I was doing my job.”

“Still, I… appreciate it.” Standing on her tiptoes, Sade pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, a subtle brush of lips that managed to leave his heart thudding dangerously in his chest. Then she turned away, continuing on the path to the passages that would get them back to her quarters.

Vexx followed at a distance, unable to do anything but fear for her future.

And for his.

[inquisitorjuliaart]

A recent-ish art of my girl for the game Andromeda Six

Her name is Alula and i love her to pieces!

[bigmeandragonlady]

my traveler again uwu

[full---ofstarlight]

... and now for something completely different...

i caught up with Andromeda Six the other weekend and then today I found this Celestial Princess maker, so naturally I had to make Selene

[arcanadreams]

hello i have returned with more a6 thoughts from deep within my notes app

ok so i always play as half-kit; i’m gay and i have a thing for mermaids mkay? but i feel like the relationship between Sorenn and Traveller, particularly in the case of a half-kit Traveller, is kinda...i don’t know, wasted thus far in the narrative? i know Nerissa is the sibling we were closest with but right after that comes Sorenn!! and it was his wedding that was raided!! and if you’re a kitalphan then he’s your actual brother rather than half brother and you both had to watch your mom get sick together and UGH i just feel like there’s so much potential angst there i mean it was LITERALLY HIS FUCKING WEDDING EVERYONE GOT SLAUGHTERED AT-

ANYWAY the point is. i think Sorenn is underutilized. especially in the Cal romance department. Cal literally knew your older brother, the one whose wedding was ambushed. they were friends at one point. like the angst and hurt/comfort potential there is OFF THE CHARTS!!! particularly in the case of a kit Traveller, as previously stated.

like imagine Traveller going to Calderon after a terrible dream about Sorenn and being like “You are the only person I know who...I just...I need someone who understands losing him.” and Calderon knows exactly what you are talking about and is like five seconds away from hugging you because god how long has he needed to mourn Sorenn himself??? and just hasn’t gotten to because of all the shit going down? 

so yeah i have Thoughts about Sorenn because he is canonically a nice big brother and i think that should’ve come into play more with Cal because THEY WERE LITERALLY BUDDIES??? anyway i might write some hcs based on this idea at some point but as usual do not get excited i am Bad at writing in a Timely manner

[isilrina]

Happy Art Monday!

Here's my last drawing of 2023, 'Stand by Me: Damon & Nat' is a portrayal of intertwined hands symbolizing a vibrant relationship—a union of two individuals, retaining their uniqueness yet moving forward hand in hand. In love, maintaining individuality amid profound feelings is crucial. It's a balance my mother once taught me—one I echoed through a Greek myth of the androgynous, seeking their other halves in love. This artwork captures the fiery relationship between Nat' and Damon in Andromeda Six. It delves into their passionate yet complex bond through their entwined hands, resting on green satin sheets—a moment of intimacy and vulnerability. Nat'—gender-fluid and bold—shares an intense, complicated relationship with Damon, the crew's second in command and assassin. Their interactions, marked by teasing and flirtation, echo the fervor of their bond. Yet, beneath it lies deep emotion. Entitled 'Stand by Me,' inspired by KI Theory's song cover, this piece embodies unwavering support and commitment. It signifies the enduring connection and loyalty between Nat' and Damon, navigating life's trials hand in hand. This artwork celebrates not just their love's passion, but also their profound connection and unwavering loyalty, standing united through every challenge. Shoutout to my sister @valkblue for her invaluable assistance on the thumbs! Software used: Clip Studio Paint.

The title is a reference to the cover of the song 'Stand by me,' by Ki Theory. (on youtube)

There will be more hands in the future ;)

For more about this work, don't forget to check my Deviant Art. You can find all my links here.

[eluvisen]

@commander-krios kindly let me paint Astrea!

[queen-scribbles]

ALSO! I have an absolutely stunning Savi from @starsandskies

[amlovelies]

Oh I am so pleased with how this turned out 😌

I also decided to give daen a blue streak because it felt good felt natural

[highwayphantoms]

hiiiii for cassian!!!

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

YAY THANK YOU

quick intro bc I know I hardly talk about Cass and no one knows who they are so: Cassian is my Traveler OC for Andromeda Six and uhhh early game spoilers Cass is the youngest child of the (recently deceased) king. I'll leave it at that, go play the game, it's like 75% done and it's fantastic you can find it on itch.io

go look at the art i commissioned of them earlier this year

How do they feel about rain?

Cassian loves the rain. It's... rare that they get an opportunity to actually be out in the rain--it's not exactly appropriate for even the youngest royal child to be playing in the mud--but these days the only thing stopping them is, well, twenty-plus years of Not Doing Those Things.

How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

Cass is a very sheltered young adult, so... for a long time they kind of expected their family name to do the impressing for them. You know, "look, my family is ridiculously wealthy and I'm willing to share", that kind of thing. Now that they don't have family or wealth to lean on, they've been forced to learn a hell of a lot very quickly. They try to use this to impress their partners. Both of them find Cassian's attempts very funny and endearing.

On the other hand, it's fairly easy to impress Cassian. One memorable example: the time Vexx and Cass sneaked out of the palace to go to the city zoo, a place Cass had never been permitted to go. Yes, that is straight up canon. No I don't care. 😂

Questions are here; tyty for sending me some!!! <3

[commander-krios]

Wherever You Lead

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Calderon Lynch/Traveler Rating: Teen Summary: Goldis is back in the hands of the Peg'asi monarchy, but big changes are coming to the planet and the rest of Seleota. At least Calderon gets one night of peace with the princess he's fallen head over heels for. Words: 4882 Additional Tags: Royalty, Politics, Ballroom Dancing, Sexual Tension, Romance, Kitalphan Traveler, Post-Game, Post-Canon, Game Spoilers

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The hallways in the south wing were quiet, the damage nearly gone thanks to the servants and artisans who had cleaned and reconstructed anything destroyed in the fighting. The war to take the throne from Zovack was won nearly a month ago, a tense peace brokered between those who still stood. Now, it was time to decide what the future held for them all.

Calderon Lynch stood outside of one of the royal suites, staring out of the window at the gardens below. The palace was another world entirely, gold and glittering and its people ignorant of the struggles of those in the districts. At least, it had been. He hoped with Nerissa as the figurehead, something would change. That the blood he and the rest of his crew had given would mean something.

The suite’s ornate door opened to reveal a tiny person with greying dark hair, a beautiful face lined with slight wrinkles, but they wore their age with dignity and grace. Fleur was always radiant, even when Calderon was a child, but there was something humbling about seeing his mother against the ruined backdrop of palace walls. The knowledge that despite the horrible circumstances that brought them here, they were safe and that they were here. His past collided with the present in a strange limbo that still made him feel small and insignificant. That made him feel unworthy of the life he’d been given.

Fleur stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them with a click, only to throw their arms around his middle, hugging him with as much strength as their small form allowed. He didn’t hesitate to return the embrace, pulling them tight against his chest. 

“Calderon, there are no words to describe how happy I am to see you.” They whispered, pulling away slightly to smile at him, tears sparkling in their eyes. They brushed a hand down the elaborate navy jacket he wore, gold embroidery reflecting the light. “I knew you would look so handsome in this.”

“You’re never wrong.” He replied, a soft grin crossing his lips. 

They sniffed, taking another step back, examining the rest of his attire with a critical eye. Clearing their throat, they straightened his cape, smiling through their emotions. “I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, Calderon. You’ve come a long way from the young boy who ran wild through the streets.”

He snorted, remembering those days with Jasper, back when they were nothing but Gold District kids who had big dreams. “I expect you never imagined I’d end up here. Especially after joining the Guard.”

Fleur smiled fondly, meeting his gaze with a love that he missed on his darkest days while on the run. “Considering how you got on with little Nira as children…”

“You mean how we nearly came to blows as often as she did with her twin?”

“Arlo.” Fleur chuckled, running a hand over their hair, taming a few stray strands, memories dancing in their eyes. “He was always a shit, but you had her back when he took things too far.”

“I didn’t even remember who she was when she walked on my bridge.” Calderon admitted with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “She… hasn’t let me live it down.”

Fleur laughed in that soft way they always managed. “She wouldn’t, would she? Princess Daianira was always a handful. But seeing you so happy… It’s what I always wanted. What your mother and I always wanted. No matter what choices you made in the past, you deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you.”

Daianira had told him, back on Tilaarin, that he deserved more than he thought he did. For the first time since Jasper’s betrayal, he actually believed it.

“Now,” Fleur began, smoothing their hands over their own attire, mind clearly elsewhere. “The coronation starts in an hour. The princess should be nearly ready, but she’s a bundle of nerves.”

Calderon raised an eyebrow, concerned for the first time since stepping foot in the palace that morning. “Is she alright?”

“Oh, she’ll be fine. It’s been a while since she’s attending anything more formal than tea with her mother. She’ll get back into the swing of it, I’m sure. Besides, she’ll have a handsome guard to escort her.” Fleur winked at him and he knew his blush was fierce in response.

“I don’t think I can be considered a guard anymore.” He sighed, the fluttering in his chest at the thought of being on Daianira’s arm too tempting. It was dangerous territory to explore when the future was so uncertain. “But I’ll do my best to help.”

Fleur raised an eyebrow, barely hiding their suspicion as they watched him. “Of course you will.” They paused briefly before pointing a finger into his chest. “You better not be late, Calderon.”

“I’m not going to ruin Daianira’s evening, mother.” 

“It’s not her evening I’m worried about. It’s mine.” They teased him. “I’ve worked hard on the gowns for the coronation and I do not intend to let one of them waste away on the floor.”

Calderon didn’t get embarrassed often, but the way his mother was staring at him, he couldn’t help but glance away with a nervous laugh, face heating at the thought of skipping the entire ceremony to spend the night locked in Daianira’s private suite. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Mhm. You haven’t seen her yet.” 

He managed to swallow around the lump that’d appeared in his throat, giving his mother a tight smile. “We’ll be there.”

Fleur smiled, placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll see you soon then.”

The sound of their heels echoed down the hall as they made their exit. Calderon took a deep breath, filling his lungs until they felt like they’d explode before releasing it through his nose, trying to find a calm amongst his turbulent emotions. The anticipation over the coronations, his nerves concerning seeing Daianira dressed like a real princess for the first time, and the fact that they were finally free: from Zovack, from running. Once they made it past Nerissa’s coronation, they could work towards a better future for the entirety of Seleota. 

When he finally managed to get the courage, Calderon knocked against the door to Daianira’s suite, the sound reverberating in the quiet. It took only a few seconds before she called out for him to enter. Taking another quick breath, hoping it would calm him, he pushed the door open.

The room appeared empty, the sun pouring through the open windows, birds singing as they flew past, a beautiful Goldis summer day that he never expected to see again. He’d never been in many of the palace’s suites before. Only on the rare occasion when Fleur was requested to dress the Stellar Queen for a royal function and he tagged along.

The room was designed like many other sections of the palace, in burgundy and gold, chestnut moulding and furniture, the entire scheme too dark for his tastes. The carpet beneath his feet was plush, muffling his steps as he walked in, the door clicking shut softly behind him. The sun did little to brighten the interior, but the room still had some charm. Roses in shades of cream and pink sat on the table in front of a sofa, their fragrance mixing with the warm breeze.

A pair of pearl combs sat on a dresser, discarded amongst other items: A silver handled brush, a pink sequined scarf that glittered in the sunlight, a clearly loved book with a tattered leather cover. He trailed a finger over the cover, reading the title and not recognizing it.

“Calderon?” Daianira’s voice was small and he nearly missed it.

“I’m here. Are you ready to leave?”

“I…don’t know.” Her voice trailed off, catching his attention. She never lacked confidence. It was inspiring though it exhausted him at times, the two of them butting heads over the stupidest things, but he always loved how she knew who she was, what she wanted, and had no hesitation in making decisions. But this wasn’t the Daianira he was used to hearing: this one sounded terrified.

“Is something wrong?”

A sigh met his ears and he had to stop from smiling. She sounded so frustrated that he could already see the scrunched nose, the slanted eyes, the downturn of her lips. “Just… don’t laugh.”

“I would never.”

Stepping from behind the dressing curtain, Daianira faced him, her hands clutched nervously in front of her, eyes downcast, tracing the patterns in the carpet with her gaze. It was odd to see her so quiet, so unsure of herself, but he couldn’t find the words to speak. Not when she looked like that in a dark gold gown that spilled in soft waves around her, a sweetheart neckline that plunged low enough to see the top of her breasts. A cuffed choker dripped diamonds across her collarbone, sparkling as she moved into the sunbeams. Her rose gold hair was pulled up into a simple tucked bun, a few pieces of hair curling around her face, framing the beautiful turquoise eyes now lined in gold and burgundy.

Calderon lost the ability to breathe at the sight of her standing there, looking every bit the princess that she was born to be. “You…”

She sighed, fingers itching her nose as she tried to hide her irritation. “I look ridiculous. Like a goddamned porcelain doll.”

With three quick strides, he crossed the distance between them, afraid to touch her but his hands twitched with the need to. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face so that she met his eyes. “You look bewitching, Daia.”

She scrunched her face at him and he almost laughed at how disgruntled she looked. “Is that some new kind of insult?”

Calderon shook his head, fingers trailing across her throat, brushing gently over the necklace. She tensed at his touch and he felt like he was touching fire. She burned every part of him, whether she realized it or not. “I don’t need a fancy way to insult you, smartass.”

She swatted at him, a smile twitching her lips. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist before she could make contact, lifting her hand slowly and pressing a kiss against her palm. Her cheeks flushed slightly, biting her lip as she met his gaze. “You know…”

“Don’t even think about it.” He chided her, huffing a laugh. “We don’t have the time.”

“Oh come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t think about it for a second.” Daianira rested her free hand against his chest, eyes burning with a passion she only looked at him with. A passion that he returned a thousand fold. “You want to rip this dress off of me and I won’t stop you.”

Calderon scoffed, pressing a kiss to her hair, the smell of her favorite cinnamon tea lingering between them. His fingers trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps behind, and she trembled against him. “I’m not going to risk the wrath of my mother. Or your sister.”

She sighed, toying with the fringe on his cape. “Coward.”

He stilled her fingers, squeezing them affectionately before dropping their hands to his side, entwining his fingers with hers. When she met his gaze again, her eyes had softened, affection shining so brightly there, the walls she usually kept built high crumbling the moment he smiled at her.

“Fine. But you better make it up to me later.” She stood on her toes, brushing a kiss over his jaw. He tensed slightly, his hands sliding around her waist, squeezing her sides gently, possessively. Her breath warmed his skin when she lingered, lips tempting him to turn his face and claim them. Somehow, he managed to beat down the desire to a simmering flame.

When she dropped back to her heels, Daianira searched his expression, a grin tilting her lips at whatever she saw. “Good boy.”

His hands dropped away as she turned her back on him, but Calderon refused to yield just yet. He reached out to circle his fingers around her wrist, stopping her from moving more than a few steps. When she glanced back, he could see the laughter in her eyes, a teasing smirk aimed at him. He pulled her closer until she collided with his chest, letting out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling in his jacket.

Dipping his head, he pressed his lips against her gill scars, feeling her melt against him, her hands slipping into his hair, gripping the strands hard and he had to bite back a moan. “This isn’t over, stowaway. Not by a long shot.”

“Sounds like a threat.” It came out as a whisper, her voice straining with the passion she felt. 

“A promise, sweetheart. One I’m happy to keep.” As much as he didn’t want to, he forced himself to step back, breaking the hold he had on her hips. Offering his arm instead, Calderon sighed, his smile lighter, happier. It was the happiest he’d been in a long time. “May I escort you?”

Daianira laughed again and his heart soared on the sound. She slipped her arm into his, tilting her head so she was resting against his shoulder. “I’d be honored.”

~~~~~

The coronation had been long and dull, like he’d expected, although there was a decent distraction in the form of a princess sitting in the front row. She’d pretend to inspect the stained glass windows and statues that surrounded the throne room, only for her eyes to land on him, a devious smile curling her lips. Once she turned away, eyes focused on her sister taking her vows, he thought he’d imagined it.

After the third time, Ayame nudged him in the arm, drawing his attention. He was met with the sight of her wagging her eyebrows at him, a conspiratorial grin on her face. 

“What?” He muttered, trying to concentrate on the ceremony, but Aya laughed quietly next to him, her giggles shaking her tiny body. “Shut up.”

Ayame leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

Aya laid a hand on his arm, smiling at him with sincerity. Or as much sincerity as she could muster while still laughing at him. “It’s nice to see you happy, Calderon. I didn’t think you were capable of smiling so much.”

He swallowed nervously, ignoring the obvious jab at his normal grumpy countenance, but knowing he should say something. “Thank you, Aya. The same goes for you and Khadar. You two seem to be keeping each other company a lot lately.”

She flushed, shifting closer to Ryona on her other side, refusing to look at him again. He felt a laugh in his chest, but he stifled it when Daianira glanced at him again. His skin itched, the desire to skip the rest of the night and take her back to her suite making him tense, but he knew it wasn't an option. So he tried not to fidget as he sat next to his crew, watching Nerissa Peg’asi be made Queen.

After the coronation concluded, they were whisked away to a ballroom where Daianira and Nerissa were immediately swept onto the dance floor, twirling with the rest of the nobility of Goldis. With a sigh, he situated himself in a quiet corner away from prying eyes, content to watch as his princess enjoyed her evening.

Calderon wasn’t one for small talk so he avoided most of the guests, especially those he wasn’t particularly fond of, nursing a glass of wine and keeping out of the eyeline of his mothers. The last thing he needed was either one of them getting on his case about being a spoilsport.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to keep hidden for the entire night.

“Why are you sulking over here while my sister is dancing with one of your crewmates?”

Calderon froze, the gentle sound of Nerissa’s voice jarring him from his thoughts. He glanced to the side, not surprised to see she’d somehow sneaked up on him. He’d been distracted all evening, mostly by Daianira and her habit of making him smile despite his surroundings. She’d even managed to drag Damon out onto the dance floor and after a few minutes, he was dipping her and making her laugh. 

At the moment, June had her in his arms, an enormous grin on his face before he spun her, that golden dress that his mother sewed billowing out around her, glittering under the lights. She was gorgeous, always had been even in the crew’s second hand clothes when she’d first come aboard the Andromeda Six. But now, seeing her in her old life, he felt a twinge of regret at how nothing would ever be the same again. They’d both lost so much and he wasn’t entirely sure what was next.

Rubbing his neck, he sighed, eyes sliding to Daianira again of their own free will. “She’s having fun and I… am not a fan of dancing.”

Nerissa made a noise that he swore was a sigh but it was too soft to tell. She stood next to him, her eerily violet gaze on the scene as well, watching with affection as her youngest sister laughed. “She’s right. You’re stubborn as hell.”

He couldn’t help the snort that escaped. “I’d like to think I’m the least stubborn out of the two of us.”

Nerissa laughed quietly, as reserved as ever. “Considering she finally got her wish, I’d say you have a point in your favor.” She trailed off, her smile disappearing, eyes turning sad as she watched June dip Daianira, her hair nearly touching the ground. “I’m going to miss her.”

Calderon glanced at her, his attention diverted completely now. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“She’s withdrawn from the line of succession. After tonight, she’s no longer a princess.” 

When his eyes found Daianira again, she was standing off by the refreshment table, chatting with Ryona and Bash, an excruciatingly beautiful smile on her face. He felt peaceful seeing her so at ease, so free from the pain that crushed only her months ago. “She didn’t tell me.”

“We only decided on the details this morning. She’ll represent the throne as an ambassador to Cursa for the time being. Working with Alisa and Zane to establish an alliance, trade routes, and the planet’s future. Which includes independence. In time.” Nerissa sighed, glancing at her hands, lost in thought for a moment. “She wants to be free from the burden of the throne and I envy that. She deserves to be happy.”

On that point, Calderon could agree with her.

“So, since you didn’t answer my earlier question, I’ll ask you again: Are you going to stay in the corner all night or are you going to ask Nira to dance?” 

Nerissa nodded her head at where he’d been staring, only to see that Damon had whisked Daianira onto the dance floor again, looking strangely at ease with the movements. Calderon huffed through his nose, realizing how much it irritated him to see Damon make her laugh. It should be him there with her. 

Nerissa laid a hand on his arm briefly, but he found he couldn’t bother looking at her. Not with the way Daianira was smiling, like the sun on a hot afternoon: altogether too bright and beautiful. “It’s her last night here. It should be one to remember.”

The new queen walked away after that, her heels clicking in a steady rhythm as she began to mingle with the uppercrust of Goldis. Smoothing the jacket he wore, he made his way across the dance floor, somehow dodging the waltzing dancers with quick steps, only to come face to face with Daianira and her dance partner.

Damon smirked at his appearance, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, look who decided to take those difficult ten steps over here. Jealous?”

Calderon’s jaw tensed, but he managed to keep a lid on his anger. “You’re delusional.”

Damon’s grin widened, stepping away from Daianira. Calderon expected him to return to whatever the hell he was doing before the dance, but he bowed over her hand instead, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. When he spoke, it was clearly to Daianira, but his eyes were on Calderon. “Let me know when you want to go for round three, sweetheart.”

“Keep flirting and I’ll let Alisa know where you keep that damned cat.” She crossed her arms over her chest and Calderon thought it was the sexiest thing to witness whenever she handed Damon his ass. “And don’t go crying to Zane. He’s just as much Alisa’s bitch as you are.”

“You’re no fun.” He muttered, but the smile on his face said otherwise. “Good night, Princess. Cal.”

Damon disappeared into the crowd at the edge of the dance floor, probably to find some unsuspecting idiot to badger. Calderon grinned as he watched him leave, feeling like a battle had been won, but when he turned to speak to Daianira, she was watching with a cold expression.

“What is this?” Her arms were still crossed over her chest and he only noticed in the light of the lanterns overhead that there was glitter dusted across her collarbone and breasts, sparkling each time she caught the light at the right angle.

His mouth went dry, tongue useless in his mouth as he stared at her, mesmerized by the anger scrunching her nose, her full lips pulled tight, the fire in her turquoise gaze. She was ablaze on that dance floor, pink and gold and glittering. Beautiful and dangerous, a woman whose only fear was losing him to the war they’d fought. She was giving up her life of safety and comfort to make sure her friends, the people she cared for more than any riches in all of Seleota, got their fair chance.

The woman he loved more than anything in the galaxy.

“Who threatened you? Because I know you didn’t come to dance of your own free will.” She glanced into the crowd, looking for Nerissa or perhaps one of his moms. It didn’t matter because she wouldn’t find them. They were too smart for that. “It was N, wasn’t it?”

Calderon sighed with a roll of his eyes, pulling her into his arms before twirling her along with the music. She gasped, but fell in sync quickly, the dance coming as naturally to her as breathing. She clutched at his shoulder, her hand tightening against his almost painfully, but he could handle her rage as long as she’d let him kiss her breathlessly after.

His hand flexed against her waist, feeling ridiculous as he moved around the dance floor, even if it was with her. He could feel eyes on them, burning a hole in the back of his head, and he flushed, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. Clearing his throat, an uneasiness settling over him, he met Daianira’s turquoise gaze, feeling his heart stutter in his chest at her smile, all hints of anger gone.

“I need to talk to you.”

She tilted her head, face softening as her hand slid from his shoulder to settle against his neck. “I’m not stopping you.”

A sudden, breathless laugh left his mouth. “I meant somewhere that doesn’t include your sister, my moms, our entire crew, and half of Goldis staring at us.”

A sly grin curled her lips. “Why? Is this talk actually code for something else?”

“If you want it to be.” He promised, resting his forehead against hers, the press of her body along his promising a passion that he always happily fell victim to. “But I do want to talk first.”

“I’m listening, Calderon.”

And she was, her attention solely on him, the other dancers and guests only background noise to what went on between them. She squeezed his hand softly, waiting for him to speak.

“So… Ambassador?”

She flinched slightly, such a small thing that he was certain no one else noticed it but him. He shifted closer to her, her chest pressing against his, and he was certain she could feel his heartbeat through his jacket. “Nerissa told you.”

It wasn’t a question, but if it wasn’t public knowledge, very few people knew about it which meant her guess was going to be correct. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Daianira glanced away, biting her lip. After a few moments, she sighed. “You were so happy about being back home, I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

Her selflessness never ceased to amaze him. “Daia-”

“This isn’t my life anymore, Calderon.” She wouldn’t meet his gaze and it hurt to see that even now, she was afraid of failing everyone else. “I was never good at it to begin with.”

Taking her chin between his fingers, he forced her to look at him. “Whatever you choose, I know you’ll be amazing at it.”

Her hand left his neck to rest against his chest above his heart. “Flatterer.”

It didn’t take much more prompting to get her to finally leave the dance floor and wander out into the gardens, the scent of thousands of blooms in the air. The moon lit their path as they walked in silence, Daianira on his arm, heels clicking softly on the pavers. It felt like a fairytale, being outside after the stifling air in the ballroom, with the princess on his arm, but nothing in their lives had been so simple.

They paused near one of the fountains that King Fenris had built for the Lunar Queen, Nikolle. One of Daianira’s favorite places in the palace. Or at least, it used to be. Her arm was still snugly tucked into his, her eyes on the glow of the moon overhead. His gaze was only for her, the golden beauty that somehow broke down the walls that guarded his heart.

She still managed to shock him after all of the time they’d spent together. Even with all of her discussions about removing herself from the line of succession, Calderon never expected her to follow through. Not with how convincing Nerissa was.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” 

Daianira leaned her head on his shoulder, hair brushing his neck as she sighed softly, a happy sound. “You are? You don’t think I need to do what’s best for Goldis?”

“The last few months helped you figure out who you are. And who you’re meant to be. Not what other people wanted for you. If that means you aren’t royalty anymore, it doesn’t change what I think of you.” 

It didn’t change how he felt.

“And being an ambassador is important. There are so many people out there that need you.”

She was quiet, glancing at the fountain in front of them. The water poured from the sculpture of a mermaid holding a vase, her eyes fixed on them as they stood there in the darkness. 

“And what about you?” She turned to face him with worry and something else lingering in her gaze. Something that he’d be able to read even if he didn’t know her so well.

Do you need me?

Entwining his hand with hers, he tugged her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Who is going to keep you out of trouble on Cursa? Damon? We both know he’s the cause of most of it.”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” She said, wrinkling her nose in irritation, stubborn to the end. “I thought Nerissa offered you the command of the entire guard.”

Calderon shook his head, this woman driving him insane every day of his life. But, despite how much she might get under his skin, he would still choose her after everything. “I’m not a guard anymore, Daia. I haven’t been in a long time and I can’t go back.” Not after everything he’d been through. “Besides, being an ambassador means you’ll need transportation. Luckily, I know a Captain who will take a stowaway.” 

His heart felt like it was in his throat, but he managed a smile. She stared at him, expression clear, and he found for the first time since they met he didn’t know what was going through her mind. And that scared him to death.

What Calderon wasn’t expecting was for her to throw her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that scorched him down to his soul. His fingers curled into the folds of her dress, getting lost in the feel of her heat against him, her mouth dancing against his, the slide of her tongue between his lips. He drank everything she gave him and he wanted more.

Somehow, Calderon managed to break contact, forehead falling against hers, their breaths intermingling in the space between them. “You’ll be the death of me.”

She laughed, fingers brushing the nape of his neck, sending shivers through his body. “Well, I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, something primal, needy and brushed his lips against her neck, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair. “Did you want to test that claim?”

Daianira opened her eyes, blinking briefly before meeting his gaze. “I’ll go wherever you lead, Captain.”