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isilrina · 1 month

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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 ^^

#isilrinart #hand studies #visual novel #andromeda 6 #andromeda six fanart #main character #my ocs #boy love #oc:jiro a6 #peg'asi #vexx serif #scifi romance #bad boys #betrayal #forgiveness #healing #kitalphan #unity

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sp8cialawar3ness · 1 year

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where was that one vexx summer icon where hes got stupid glasses? yeah anyway boyfriends with stupid glasses summer time ayo

#andromeda six #a6 #vexx serif #mc x vexx #crest

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romanticizingeverythinghelp · 6 months

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my andromeda six mc for damon's route!

(fun fact about them: they're half tilaari so they look human except they have golden eyes and their cheeks shimmer when they're flustered instead of blushing!)

#for the first time in forever #i had the motivation to draw #a6 #andromeda six #a6 traveler #vexx serif #damon reznor #calderon lynch #wanderlust games #andromeda six art #andromeda six mc #a6 mc #a6 damon #andromeda six damon #vn #visual novel #andromeda six fanart

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arcanadreams · 2 years

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in the ultimate form of mlm wlw solidarity, finding and reading through the entirety of @junipersimp’s blog today finally got me off my ass to FINISH THESE!! they have been partially written, sitting in my drafts for LIKE MONTHS AT THIS POINT. SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A6 INSPIRATION I LOVE YOUR WORK <3

anyway these are hcs for the a6 love interests in the scenario of “kissing a friend to get a creep to leave them alone and there’s a SPARK” (yes i know damon and cal basically already did this in-game but i’m adding ✨KITH✨) i haven’t played every route so sorry if anyone is ooc ahgskfks also pls excuse grammar mistakes it is midnight

:D have fun!! also feel free to send in a6 requests/ideas, tho considering how long these babies took i make no promises about getting to them in a timely manner

June:

What’s that? Oh you need literally anything? Anything at all? Yeah, sure thing, Traveler.

Translation: Yes he’s absolutely down to kiss you to get a creep off your back should you ask.

The second the words “Kiss me, please?” leave your lips June is obliging. If it weren’t for the alarm in your eyes and the urgent grip you had on his shirt, he probably would’ve asked more questions. But what Traveler wants, Traveler gets; at least, that’s the philosophy June subscribes to.

The kiss is short, but very tender. One of his hands gently curls around your side, the other holding your cheek. The sweetness of it makes your face heat up. You hadn’t expected to feel fireworks, but there they were. When the two of you separate, his shifts his hands to rest on your hips but doesn’t move away from you.

“I’m not complaining, but...can I ask what that was about? You looked worried.” You explain quickly, noticing a few flecks of green shine in his eyes as he learns of the person following you. He looks around the two of you, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. Is he attempting to ground you or himself? Both, to be honest (but himself a bit moreso).

You can physically feel his relief when he doesn’t see the creeper anywhere. He lets out a sigh, turning to you with a small smile. His shoulders lower ever so slightly, almost as if he feels self-conscious for his protective actions.

“Why don’t you stick by my side while we’re here? I’d feel better with you near me after that.” You agree happily, wondering whether the “after that” is referring to the creep situation or the kiss. You hope it’s the kiss. (It’s both.)

Damon:

Literally is so down for this. There is nothing he would like more than to smooch you out of trouble.

Let’s be real: he’s too into it. Don’t ask him to help in this scenario unless you’re ready for some of his usual antics dialed up to 11 in the name of “just doing what you asked.”

“Could you please kiss me? For safety reasons?” Damon can’t help chuckling a little; he knows the situation already and yet the way you phrase your plea surprises him. He had figured out what was happening before you even approached him; he’d been keeping an eye on you.

“For safety reasons, eh?” He teases, figuring he has a little time to mess with you before the creep figures out where you ran off to. But he doesn’t; they're sharper than he’d given them credit for. He narrows his eyes when he notices they are back to being hot on your trail.

“Look, Damon, I know it’s a weird request but-” “I’ve got it covered, sweetheart,” he interrupts you, saying the pet name with emphasis so the people around you, problem one included, can hear it clearly.

The assassin reaches forward and places his hands on your sides, pulling you close to him. He whispers a quick “Just follow my lead” into your ear, which you respond to with a nod. He shoots you a grin before moving one hand to the small of your back and tugging you into a kiss. It is fiery and passionate and has you feeling butterflies in your stomach...a feeling that only gets stronger when his right hand slides down to your thigh and lifts your leg slightly.

“Think we fooled them?” He asks, rather cheekily, when the two of you finally pull apart. Turning and looking around the area, you see your pursuer is long gone. Never missing an opportunity to tease, Damon whispers in your ear yet again: “I’m not sure we were convincing...think it’d sell it more if we walk around with my hand in your back pocket the rest of the night?”

Calderon:

Mmm depends, to be quite honest with you. If you’re just plain friends, he won’t kiss you. He just puts his hand on his blaster and gives the creep a death glare.

But if you’re friends with tension, and there’s been flirting going on between you two? Then yeah, yeah he will. Not on the lips, though.

“I know this is weird but please kiss me; this guy will not take a hint.” Calderon knows something has to be wrong when you grab onto his arm so suddenly. Looking behind you, he can already see a half-bionic man making a beeline for where the two of you stand.

“This happens every time I leave you alone,” he groans. You open your mouth to retort but he bends down to place a firm kiss to your forehead before you have the chance. His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him. You can’t see it, but Cal is giving the guy a glare while his lips are pressed to your skin. The creep is phased and stops in his tracks; a death glare from Calderon Lynch will do that, yeah.

Meanwhile, you are having an inner crisis over the fact that a simple kiss on the forehead from Cal is making you feel things. The kiss is protective; you can tell from his rigid posture how mad he is on your behalf. However, you can feel none of that anger where his lips touch your skin and that has your stomach filling with unexpected butterflies.

Calderon pulls away when the guy slinks off. His expression slips into a satisfied grin when he sees the creep flee the area completely. You thank the captain. He answers you with a huff and acknowledging nod, but not before you catch a glimpse of a light blush on his cheeks.

“We need to get you a bodyguard,” he taps your chin briefly. “For tonight, stay by me. And don’t wander off again.”

Ayame:

Oh hell yeah. She’ll just as soon punch the guy for you, but...

...when you put it that way, how could she even have considered any other possible solutions?

Ayame spots the distressed look on your face from across the room as she spins in circles on a pole. She stops her dance immediately, squinting to assess your situation properly. She watches as you awkwardly laugh, clearly trying to get away from the half-bionic man speaking to you. He doesn’t get the hint. She, however, does, and slides off the stage without hesitation, ready to break her hand again.

“Babe, who is this?” she sidles up next to you right as the guy is asking you to leave with him for the third time that night. You feel her arm on your back, her hand landing on your hip and resting there. She tugs you a little closer as she continues. “Is this asshole bothering you?” Aaaand she’s instigating. Aya may be ready to shatter her bones again, but you certainly aren’t keen on that happening. The robotic man doesn’t get a chance to respond because you’re already blurting out your own in an attempt to diffuse this bar fight before it starts.

“You forgot my kiss,” your slightly alarmed voice does not sound convincing at all, so you quickly add a “babe” of your own on to the end. Aya stifles a laugh at your acting, but grins nonetheless.

“You’re right; I completely forgot. Let me make it up to you,” she’s practically purring, cupping your cheek and turning your face until you make eye contact with her and oh god she’s looking at you like she wants to devour you-

And then she’s kissing you. Her lips taste like a fruity cocktail and you kiss back as the hand on your cheek slides down to your neck. You hear a gruff robotic voice mumble something about ‘I get it, I get it,’ but you don’t pull away. The smooching only stops when Ayame laughs.

“You know, I was just going to punch that guy, but I think your solution worked just as well. Let me know when you need my services again.~”

Ryona:

Is like Calderon in that you get a kiss from her, just not one on the lips.

She’s honestly just as likely to sidestep you entirely and put you behind her while verbally tearing the creep a new one, rather than deter them with a kiss.

Ryona gives your hand a welcoming squeeze when she feels you slide your hand into hers suddenly. She turns around with a smile, but it fades into a concerned frown quickly at your slightly panicked expression.

“There’s this guy who has been following me so could you maybe-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence. Ryona looks behind you and sees the guy approaching, quickly giving your hand another squeeze before she steps in front of you. She pushes you slightly behind her, putting herself between you and your harasser.

“Is there a problem here?” She sneers at him. The guy says that there wasn’t until she got involved, and she openly scoffs. Completely unafraid, she steps forward and points a finger in his face. “Leave them alone. Is this how all your romantic pursuits go? You chase someone down until they have to look for help from someone they actually are interested in?” The small crowd of people who until that point had tried to hide their eavesdropping let out a chorus of ‘ooo’s and gasps.

“You know what? Fuck this. They ain’t worth it anyway,” the creep retreats quickly. He can’t handle the heat of Ryona. And neither can you, to be honest; she turns back to you, taking your face in her hands gently and looking you over, and you nearly combust on the spot. First she protects you without even thinking about it, and now she’s looking at you with so much affection and worry?? You’re gonna die.

“I was going to ask if you could kiss me to make him get the hint but that worked. Also you’re really hot. Also thank you.” In your Ryona-induced haze, you rambled out praises. The woman in question laughed, covering her mouth with her hand briefly before moving it aside to give you a peck on the cheek.

“If there is a next time, we can try your plan, Traveler.”

Vexx:

Sounds fun, sure. He’s a lot like Damon about it. Takes the opportunity to tease you.

Traveler? Begging him for a kiss? Literally why would be ever turn you down?

“Vexx!” The red-head turns around immediately at the sound of your voice calling his name. He raises a half confused, half worried eyebrow at the fact you seemingly ran to him just now.

“Everything ok?” He unabashedly looks you up and down in search of any injury.

“Do you remember when people would hit on me sometimes back when we snuck out of the palace? And how you’d pretend to be my boyfriend to get them off my back?” Yes, of course he does; he doesn’t want to ever forget those times again. “Think you could do that again? This person will not take a hint.” Vexx looks behind you and sees the approaching culprit, narrowing his eyes for a second. But then he looks back at you and a giant grin grows on his face. He gently takes a hold of your wrist, tugging you toward him. Your hands rest on his chest as the two of you collide.

“How could I disobey the wishes of royalty?” He whispers in your ear, pausing for a second after the joke. His second whispers sound far more sincere: “Do you trust me? I want to try something.” You snort and blush before nodding and telling him that of course you trust him; he’s your best friend. His eyes soften at your remark before he leans in and gives you a brief kiss. He pulls back to test your response but when you chase after his lips he smiles and dives back in. When you finally part, you’re both left breathless.

“You know,” his shit-eating grin is back. “The boyfriend act always was my favorite part of the guard job.”

Bash:

Asks you to repeat yourself, both flustered by the suddenness and needing to be sure you mean it.

You mean it? Well damn, in that case hell yes it’s kiss time.

“Come again? And if you really did say what I think you said...are you sure?” Bash blinks, a blush lighting up his cheeks. Had he just heard you right? Had you really asked him to kiss you? With a pretty please on top and everything? You assure him that yes, you did just ask him to kiss you to help you get rid of a persistent creep. At your reassurance, his stance stops being stiff as a board and he looks far more comfortable.

“Well, if it’s for such a good cause,~” he wiggles his eyebrows and outstretches a hand, offering it to you. You laugh and take it, allowing him to pull you in closer. He smiles at you before looking to the direction you came from. He clicks his teeth and frowns upon spotting a figure making a beeline for the two of you.

“That them?” At your nod, he glares back over at them and raises his voice. “Damn, I’m so sorry, honey! People really don’t know how to take a hint around here!” He is purposefully loud and obvious, and you can’t help but snicker at him.

Bash looks at you, his eyes asking for silent permission. Another ‘are you sure about this?’ You respond by closing your eyes and his heart jumps in his chest. You trust him so much and it warms his whole being to see. He leans in, wrapping his arms around you. The kiss is gentle and happy, both of you smiling the whole way through it. When you separate, he wears a goofy grin on his face. He looks to where the creep used to be and finds no one.

“Hey, we did it!” He gives you a light squeeze. “Teamwork makes the dream work. We make a great team, don’t you think?” You reply with a resounding yes.

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commander-krios · 7 months

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Seeing Stars

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Damon Reznor/Traveler Rating: Teen Summary: "Princess, fencing is not the same as fighting with knives." Damon was about to learn how right he was about that. Words: 2730 Additional Tags: Tilaari Traveler, Pre-Relationship, Fencing, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Flirting, Banter, Swearing/Strong Language, Sexual Humor

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Ayame’s laughter echoed back to where Damon stood with Vexx against the wall of the docks, his attention focused on the knife in his hands. At the sound, his gaze jumped to the two women positioned on the mat, Aya looking as if she’d only taken a stroll through the streets of Teranium while Astrea… well, the Princess was dripping sweat down her back, the tank top she’d borrowed from the pilot too tight in all the right places. Damon had never felt so grateful to Aya until that moment, watching as the little Tilaari Princess attempted to dodge an attack, her braided silver hair swinging wildly, her breaths coming in gasps as she fought.

Vexx nudged him in the arm, raising an eyebrow when Damon glanced his way.

“What?” He snapped, letting the blade in his hand reflect the fluorescents overhead. A threat, if there ever was one.

A smug grin crossed Vexx’s lips even as he eyed the dagger. “Nothing.”

“I can still kick your ass.” Damon said with a smirk of his own, gaze on Vexx but he still saw Aya and Astrea heading their way out of the corner of his eye, their training session finished. Vexx clenched his jaw, teeth bared in a growl, but Damon turned his back on him instead, motioning to the ladies as they finished their water bottles. “Glad that’s finally over. Can’t say it was the most exciting thing I’ve seen.”

Aya snorted, not even looking like she broke a sweat in the hour they’d been at it. He couldn’t say the same for their little stowaway. “You’re perfectly capable of doing this yourself, you know?”

“Pass. I doubt our darling princess can keep up.”

He didn’t miss the movement as Astrea’s gold eyes slanted in his direction. His lips twitched, excitement swirling in his gut at the thought of her trying to best him at his own game, only to end up under him, furious and panting.

“Is that so?”

Damon rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall again, twirling the knife between his fingers. “Princess, fencing is not the same as fighting with knives. I told you that before.”

“I am aware of that, Damon.” She shot him an annoyed look, but he was distracted by the curl of silver hair that was sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. “Are you afraid of the challenge or are you afraid I’m going to win?”

Vexx snickered at her question and the sound made his skin crawl. As weird as things had been with him lately, at least it seemed carrot head was still capable of laughing, even if it was creepier than usual.

“If he won’t spar with you, Princess, I’ll gladly do it.” Vexx said, stepping between them, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips. “I could use the exercise. Especially if Damon is so scared of being beaten by you.”

Damon snorted, tucking the knife in his jacket where several others always hid. “I highly doubt that the stick that you claim is a sword will do shit.” His gaze ran over her body, inspecting her as she stood there, drenched in sweat from her training with Ayame and silver hair a mess. He’d never tell her, but she looked so fucking adorable. “And you’re such a tiny thing, Princess. This will be over quickly.”

Astrea glanced at Vexx, both amusement and something darker in her eyes. Something that he recognized in himself on occasion. If he was anyone else, he might’ve been worried. As it was, Astrea was already exhausted, the training with Ayame taking a lot of her energy and leaving her covered head to toe in sweat. He didn’t expect much resistance from her, and even without any knowledge of the so-called sport, fencing seemed simple enough.

Damon wasn’t entirely surprised that Ayame managed to scrounge up a pair of blades from a pile of scrap that Bash had purchased on Teranium. The bionic always found the weirdest shit to add to his collection, intending to use it for his fighting mechs. He had no idea when Bash planned on using the damned mech considering there was a fucking bounty on their heads, but that was an issue for another day.

Right now, he had a princess to mess with.

“Fencing requires precision to hit. You can’t hit the person anywhere but in the chest with the point of the foil.” Astrea gripped her sword expertly, holding it aloft as she bent her knees. “If you hit outside of the chest, it doesn’t count. If you hit with any part of the sword that isn’t the tip, it doesn’t count. Once you receive a hit, you go back to the starting point for the next round.”

Damon sighed in frustration, fingers tightening around the handle of his foil. “I’m already falling asleep here, Princess. Let’s get this over with. How many times do I need to hit you to win?”

“Once.”

He raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the cocky grin. “Once? That’s it?”

“It’s only fair.” Astrea smiled at him, soft, sweet, with a hint of devilishness that made him want to ditch the training and remove every inch of clothing from her body, teasing her until he saw that expression again and again. “I’m the one with the experience here. If you hit me once, you win.”

Damon chuckled, glancing at Aya and Vexx who were standing on the sidelines watching. Ayame was grinning, violet eyes sparkling with excitement, clearly wanting to see a fight. Vexx, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a feral grin on his face. Usually, Vexx couldn’t get under his skin but there was something about the way his eyes gleamed that made his skin itch.

Deciding instead to ignore Vexx completely, Damon stepped close enough to Astrea that she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. His body blocked her from the view of the other two, and when he leaned forward, he could hear her breath stutter in her chest. “What do I get when I win?”

Astrea blinked in confusion. “What do you want?”

Curling a piece of her silver hair around his finger, Damon’s eyes ran along her body, pausing on the swell of her breasts before moving lower. She flushed, biting her lip and curling her hands into fists at her side, but he was surprised when she didn’t drop his gaze. “Princess, you don’t know half of the things I want. The real question is, what is it that you can give me?”

“If Astrea wins, you leave her alone.”

Damon resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Vexx’s growl. Someone was still the overprotective big brother. Even if he was interested in rolling around with Astrea, Damon at least hadn’t helped carry out the slaughter of her entire family. He glanced over his shoulder at the man in question, a mocking grin aimed in his direction. “What’s wrong, merman? Afraid of a little competition?”

Vexx scoffed, but he could see the flash of something in his stare. Genuine fear. He was afraid of losing Astrea, even after all he’d done.

“It doesn’t matter because Damon’s not going to win.” Astrea said with confidence. She was a bit smug with her words, as if she really did have a chance against him, but that didn’t compare to the dazzling smile on her lips or the glow of her skin as she stepped forward, flicking his chin affectionately. “Stop stalling.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth. “I think you’re overconfident, Princess.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking adorably smug as she stared up at him. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“Oh shut up and get on with it.” Aya called out from where she watched.

Astrea met his eyes, mischief in their depths, and a smile on her face. Damon felt something stir in his chest, but he pushed it away, stepping back and lifting the stupid sword in his hand. “Care to beg for mercy, Astrea? I might go easy on you if you’re nice.”

Astrea tapped his foil with her own, the excitement on her face only making it thrum in his veins as well. “Ready?”

Using a snort as an attempt to distract her, he lunged, aiming the sword directly between her breasts. But she sidestepped him easily, quicker than he expected for sure, and the tip of her own sword poked him in the center of his chest, leaving a slight sting behind.

“Point.” She said, fighting as her lips twitched.

Damon slanted his gaze at her, suspicious of how easy she made that look. No way she could beat him for speed. “How?”

Astrea tapped him where she’d hit him, her touch warm against the thin t-shirt he wore. “I hit you here. So I win.”

Covering her hand with his own, he squeezed it gently, enjoying the blush that mingled with the bioluminescent glow of her skin. Sometimes, she made it too easy. “You haven’t won anything yet, sweetheart.”

“Oh, really?”

If they were alone, he’d whisper all the dirty things in his mind until she was putty in his hands. But as it was, Vexx was staring daggers into the back of his head, and he didn’t want to deal with his shit for the rest of the night. “I gave that one to you. Trying to get your guard down before I go in for the kill.”

Astrea laughed, light and airy, a sound that was as close to music as he’d ever heard. He’d never get enough of it. Her fingertips brushed against his chest and he swore he was about to burst into flames. “If you want to get my guard down, letting me kick your ass is one way to do it.”

She pulled away, but the feel of her cool skin lingered, and he had to flex his hand, trying to ignore the way his own skin tingled at the sudden absence of her touch.

“I’ll give you another chance. Or two.” She told him, voice dripping with honey as she stepped back, raising an expectant eyebrow. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Damon took a deep breath, heart thundering in his chest, his jaw tense despite the lopsided grin he threw her way. He was not nervous. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Princess.”

This time, when he struck out, Astrea swatted his blade away, fighting a grin when he growled in frustration. She didn’t bother trying to end the competition. She only kept dodging his attacks, at one point nearly knocking the entire sword out of his hand.

“What a surprise?” Vexx laughed from somewhere behind him. “Stabby can’t win a fair fight.”

“Fuck you, Serif.” Damon spat over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the smug fucking grin on Astrea’s violet lips.

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

Aya snorted at the same time a bark of laughter left her mouth, mingling in a choked sound that only pissed him off further. “Astrea, put the poor guy out of his misery.”

Damon growled again, knowing that this was a waste of his time, this bullshit fight. It proved nothing and in the end, it would only make the night even more awful in the bunk room with Vexx. The idiot would never let him live this down. He already knew he was going to end up stabbing him at some point during the night.

Astrea at least had the audacity to look apologetic, extending a hand out in a truce that he was too proud to accept. He stared at her hand for a moment, weighing his options briefly until he decided to thrust the sword forward, intending to get a hit even if it was cheating. Before he realized it, he’d collided with the mat, the air expelling from his lungs violently. His vision darkened briefly, a pounding beginning where he’d hit his head against the ground.

Vexx’s laughter was the first thing he heard when he came to, the man nearly on the floor from the force of it, tears streaming down his face at Damon’s expense. “That. Was the best thing. I’ve ever seen.”

Damon blinked a few times, glancing up to see the little stowaway standing above him, eyes glaring at him with a fury he didn’t even realize she was capable of. Fuck.

“You tried to hit me.” She snapped, voice darkening as she kicked his sword away, not even breathless from how easily she swept his feet out from under him. “What the fuck, Damon?”

“I…” He reached up and rubbed the spot at the back of his head, wincing when a sharp pain was all he got in response. He had to admit, she looked beautiful standing there like some vengeful azure goddess, golden eyes burning him with exquisite fire. “I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

Astrea’s look of disbelief made his stomach twist with guilt. She still didn’t trust him… even after Cursa. After everything he’d done to try to protect her from what her stupid fucking best friend had become. But it wasn’t Vexx’s fault… none of it… not really. Because in her shoes, Damon wouldn’t trust his own intentions either. What the fuck was he thinking?

“I’d never hurt you.” He said, quietly so the other two wouldn’t hear him. Because while it was true, he didn’t want to hear the never ending teasing that would get him from the other idiots.

Astrea’s expression softened and she knelt beside him, brushing some of the hair out of his face. “Are you alright?”

“This was everything I wanted.” Vexx muttered, letting Aya help him stand again, chuckles still falling from his lips. “Thank you, Princess.”

Damon sat up, waiting for a wave of dizziness to pass before he locked eyes with the idiot across the room. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Worth it.” Vexx grinned, strolling closer to where Astrea was still kneeling beside Damon, fingers carding through his hair, checking for injuries to his head. Damon repressed a shiver at her touch, wishing they were anywhere else at that very moment. “Does Reznor need mouth to mouth, Princess?”

She rolled her eyes, smacking Vexx against the knee, standing up to retrieve the swords she’d abandoned. “You’re insufferable. Unfortunately for you, he’ll be fine. Now, be useful and help me.”

Vexx laughed, rolling his eyes, but he did as he was told, like a good little soldier. Damon glared at him as they walked away, pulling a mat between them to the opposite side of the room.

Damon stood slowly, still rubbing the back of his head tenderly when Ayame appeared next to him, a grin playing on her lips. He glared at her, but it didn’t have the same bite that it usually did. “What?”

“You can admit you like her.” Ayame said, trying not to laugh as he bent to pick up the second mat, lifting it between them. She was watching him like a hawk, or like Calderon would’ve, he could feel it, but he chose to purposely ignore her.

“I don’t like her.”

He didn’t, at least, not in the way that Aya thought. Sure, Astrea was easily one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on, and yeah he wouldn’t mind taking her for a spin or two between the sheets. Hell, she’d enjoy herself and he would relish in pulling every noise he could from her lips. But that was as far as his flings went.

Not that he would actually do anything with the stowaway. Both Calderon and June would probably tear him limb from limb if he did.

“Yeah, like those weren’t stars in your eyes when she had you flat on your back.”

Damon scoffed, tossing his mat against the wall with more force than necessary. “Those stars were me trying to not pass out.”

Aya bumped her shoulder against his. “Sure. Whatever you say, Damon. You can lie to yourself, but please don’t lie to me.” She paused, another grin curling her mouth. “I’m too smart for that.”

Astrea’s laughs drew his gaze, watching as a subtle glow appeared across her skin as she pushed Vexx against his shoulder. Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair, replaying Alisa’s words in his head.

Fucking hell, they were right.

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