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Altair Novo Castor Chief Executive Officer of Cressida Vega Enterprises Always at your service.

[icajin-blog]

he digs out a small bag of treats, tied together by a blue silk ribbon. it’s nothing fancy; jinan just likes to have a little bit of presentation when it comes to delicacies from the outer rim. despite all his misgivings about that…general area, it does have its redeeming features. he shakes the bag a little, giving a small smile, almost imperceivable. 

“open up,” he says, undoing the bow with a single pull, and letting the ribbon fall to the floor. he’s already reaching in, pulling out a circular treat, amber in colour, with an even smaller, darker shape within. it’s smooth, and cool to the touch, and just waiting to melt in someone’s mouth. “the inside is like chocolate.”

[icaltair-blog]

“you know what, that actually does taste like chocolate.” there is a look of almost childlike wonder and awe as the taste of the delicacy melts on his tongue and he is finally able to make sense of it. never in a million years did he imagine himself ever eating worms and his mother will surely have a seizure once she finds out about it but altair cannot deny that he does like it. “clearly, i have much more to learn about your stay in the outer rim.”

mood lifted, he continues to cling onto the captain like being in his arms is where he truly belongs and he presses their cheeks together in glee. “i’m sorry i doubted you, jinan! i must remember that you only have my best intentions at heart. you only ever provide me with the best anyways.” the words are more theatrics that anything but the affection is undeniable. “how can i make it up to you?”

[icaxotto-blog]

“you don’t need permission to do anything. but i need permission to do everything.”

he says it with a smile, because for him it’s a simple fact of life. it doesn’t feel like a loss of freedoms for him, the young man who grew up with virtually nothing to his name. he was born into chaos but he thrives in this new world of order and rules, primarily because it’s structured and it keeps all the numbers in place. it helps that he gets to spend his days at the helm of one of the biggest imperial ships in the galaxy.

a breath of a chuckle is knocked out of him when the elder male’s form collides with his, and he has to stumble backward a bit just to stay steady on his feet. he returns the embrace willingly, not used to such affection from the peers he normally spends his time with. he’s been on the luminara nearly six months and yet, he’s discovered, hugs aren’t exactly the social currency aboard the imperial vessel. 

“devilish? me? i don’t know about that…anyway, the captain says i could still afford to put on at least seven more kilos in muscle mass if i want to be anything other than a paperweight. which is a lot easier said then done.”

[icaltair-blog]

affection comes easy for the heir and it visibly shows in the way he enjoys hugging his dear friend. the two of them go a long way back and though they are not exactly the two teens barely surviving through puberty anymore, the friendship that was formed between them years ago remains to be as strong-- if not stronger -- to this day. 

“i missed you, you little pipsqueak!” altair admits without any hesitation, his arms winding tight around the younger’s frame and his face nuzzling adorably against the other’s shoulders. the sound of his laughter gets muffled against the fabric of otto’s uniform but the warm feelings of such a light mood remain even after they breakaway from each other. “gaining a few muscles will definitely do you some good, that’s for sure, but don’t go turning into a big chunk of muscle anytime soon otherwise i won’t be able to hug you anymore.” 

riding of his teasing, he ruffles otto’s hair for good measure just like he normally would back then. “how has the navy life been treating you? i’ve heard nothing but praises about you up there.” 

[lenvica-blog1]

☆ — @icaltair !!

“bajor fashion is so weird,” len comments, eyeing the other’s outfit skeptically. “do you always dress like that? aren’t you melting in that– suit thing?”

[icaltair-blog]

“you dare to comment on my outfit when you look like that?” clearly amused and mildly offended, he sizes up the other easily. “are you trying to be funny or something?” 

[icaltair-blog]

@icaxcidney

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“ Of course it does “ she says, her signature stage laugh escaping from her lips. “ There’s all this uncertainty with just about everything. And even if I - we’ve gotten so far, I can’t help but feel that I’m not good enough. Especially compared to the other girls.” Cidney closes her eyes at this, as if to push back the thoughts at the back of her mind. It’s not a moment later that her smile - practiced and blinding is back on her face. “ But oh, I’m not supposed to be mumbling about this, especially to you of all people.“ 

“You are good enough, what has gotten into that pretty head of yours?” Despite the frantic beating of his fanboy heart, Altair laces his words with his signature charm and sweetness and makes sure to punctuate his question with another one of his dazzling smiles. He has pictured conversing with his idol so many times in his head and has thought about all the ways he could charm her way into her good graces yet he’s left like a bubbling school boy in front of her. “Why not? I may be the person behind your stage outfits but that doesn’t mean you can’t trust me. I’m harmless!” 

[icaltair-blog]

≡  client relations

Under normal circumstances, work hours for anyone are long with each day easily running for 8 to 10 hours but it’s an entirely different story when you hold the title of the company’s top executive. Hours separating night and day smooth into one giant blur that’s more a test of endurance than an actual work day. And these days, he finds himself being able to relate to his employees in more ways than he could ever imagine. 

“We are very honored to have you here with us today, Mister Castor.” One of the older merchants greets him upon his entrance into the meeting room and Altair vaguely recognizes his face to be one of his father’s previous colleagues-- now turned his. He returns the greeting with a polite smile and a nod of his head as he takes a seat at the head of the long table set before him. There are only a couple occupying the other seats and for that he feels slightly more at ease. 

“It’s good to see you all, gentlemen. I trust that all has been well since we last saw each other.” A murmur of replies is shared between them until he speaks up again. “So, shall we begin the negotiations? Miss Qian if you’d please.”

[ @icaqian ] 

[icaxotto-blog]

he doesn’t even realize he’s the one being addressed until he turns toward the familiar voice, glancing up from where he’s adjusting the metal insignia pinned over his heart.

“altair!” he greets enthusiastically before remembering he’s still technically on duty, turning back to his nearest superior, “sir? permission to-”

the man chuckles and waves him off with a simple “as you were,” adding “but don’t go too far. i might need to send you on a coffee run.” otto nods, his face reddening slightly until he realizes it’s a joke, in which it starts to redden even more. it’s easy to forget those stone-faced admirals can have a sense of humor.

he gives his full attention to altair then, grinning bashfully, ”it’s not me, it’s just the psychological implications of the uniform. it was to do with the fact that we automatically and subconsciously associate strength and altruism with the sight of a navy uniform. it helps that this one’s brand new. i grew out of my other set.” he’s talking too much, but he doesn’t notice it until he’s pausing for a breath. “you can hug me if you want though. that’s allowed i think.”

[icaltair-blog]

“so i actually need permission to hug you now? where is the justice in that? you’re in my territory for crying out loud!” 

he sounds like a typical rich spoiled brat and those who only pretend to know him will insist that the heir really is one but those on the other side of the spectrum-- those who know how to navigate through his disarmingly charming smile and noble exterior -- know that there is far more to the castor prince than meets the eye. in three long strides, he easily jogs to close the distance between them and pulls the young officer into his arms. had he been feeling anymore grandiose, he would have definitely spun them around but the two of them have very strict reputations to uphold so he decides against it. 

“you’re so grown up, i can’t believe it! you used to be so scrawny and small but now look at you, all handsome and devilish in these threads!”

[rkshj-blog1]

“you’re not the first to say this, hoping you honestly like it.”

 farrah shouldn’t be doubting him anyway, since altair was the one directing this photoshoot at this moment. she trusted the professionals so if he says it looks good then it probably does. that wasn’t to say that she was insecure at all. she knew how altair was, she knew how he was a fan of re:gal. she was rather excited for this shoot already before she came, knowing they’d be out and she could view the galaxy perfectly from where they were at. she begins to fix her dress just slightly, adjusts the hair accessories on her long brown hair. “i’m glad you chose this dress for me, honestly. if i didn’t like it, i would have said something.” her eyes focuses on him, waiting for his directions.

she shows him her best smile, indicating her enjoyment. “lets make this a successful shoot!”

[icaltair-blog]

A sweet smile is sent over to her direction before Altair swoops down to take her hand upon his so that he can press a light kiss on the back of her hand. “With the perfect muse, any dress becomes the perfect dress.” 

The other staff in the room turn their heads in embarrassment upon witnessing the heir’s bold act; despite having worked with the young CEO for quite some time, it is clear that some are still not used to his charming ways. But just as quickly as the kiss happened, he resumes his normal stance and composure and falls back into his professional mood. “I’m sure everything will go great seeing as you have never disappointed me thus far. We’ll begin with a few test shots with our photographer, does that sound good? Just to get you comfortable first.”  

[icajin-blog]

jinan only holds him tighter, and there is a clear attempt to keep his expression as blasé about the situation as he can manage it. “have you lost weight?” comes as a mumbled question, seemingly asked out of curiosity, but an inquiry bred from concern. or perhaps jinan had gained strength; the latter was a far more comforting thought.

“ah…” he laughs, then, and rests his lips against altair’s shoulder, finding comfort there. ‘business’ trips are the closest he can get to home; he hasn’t seen his parents in years, and doubts that he would any time soon. altair is a close second, far removed from the navy ( he hopes ). “yes, well, i did acquire a candied d’roth worms from skye. would you care to try some with me? i swear they taste better than the name suggests.”

[icaltair-blog]

“worms? you want me to eat worms?” in a sense, altair trusts the older man’s taste just as he trusts everything else about jinan but he doubts that both their noble upbringings ever involved creepy crawlies as delicacies. the horror in his face is painfully obvious but so is the sparkle of curiosity in his eyes. he pulls away from their intimate hug only to be able to look at jinan properly in the eyes. 

his lips purse in thought as he weights the suggestion in his mind, clearly comfortable in his position cradled in the captain’s arms. “alright, i’ll try them but only if you feed me.” he decides cheekily. “we can always sweat out the calories i gain from them later on.” 

[icaltair-blog]

“well, well, well. someone definitely looks good in uniform.” 

the castor family hangar is bustling with activity by the time altair steps into otto’s line of sight. he pushes himself off from where he was casually leaning against a crawler and walks over to stand in front of the younger male. it has only been a few months since the two of them saw each other last but otto seems to have already grown a couple of inches taller. the rest of the staff bow before him but he dismisses them with a casual wave of his hand and one of his dazzling smiles. some may perhaps question what the heir is doing out in the field with them but altair doesn’t care about it one bit, not when a dear friend is here with him. “so, should i greet you with a salute now or can i still hug you?” 

[ @icaxotto ] 

[icajin-blog]

he clears his throat when he enters, not because he needs to, but because it’s only polite to do so. jinan makes an entrance with as much composure as is required of a captain, and to the question, he begins to answer: “you must understand, mr. castor, that i have no control over –,”

he’s interrupted by his own surprise, and out of habit wraps his arms around altair’s waist, catching him in a hug. only when they’re not facing each other does his expression crack, and lets a smile peek through the edges of his mouth. “i take it that you missed me?”

[icaltair-blog]

“of course, i missed you. is that even a question? i am hurt that you even have to ask that of me.” under normal circumstances, altair would have never allowed himself to be the subject of such a spectacle but matters that involve jinan are always another story. the captain isn’t like his other friends (if he could call them that). 

the door to his office slides shut and he knows that his employees know better than to disturb them now. he grins-- all bright and whiskers forming at the corners of his eyes -- and it feels great doing so after using his facial muscles to pout earlier. he wraps both arms and legs around the older male, clinging like koala. “i missed you so much! it took you forever to visit me. i hope that you at least brought me something.” 

[tuanpumpkins]

junior was shook. 😮

[icaltair-blog]

“as expected of the leader, you look good in this outfit, farrah.” 

once altair steps into the photoshoot set, the rest of the staff disperses to make room for him. he greets the girl with a cheeky eye smile-- one that makes it obvious that both of them have a comfortable relationship. his inward re:gal fanboy is kept under wraps as he inspects how the outfit she is wearing has come together. thankfully, it passes his standards and his good mood remains. “so, tell me honestly, how are you liking this outfit? i thought these colors really suited you which is why i chose them for you.” 

[ @icafarrah ] 

[icaltair-blog]

≡ blast from the past

the cressida vega showroom is in complete chaos as altair steps out of the elevator. every single member of the staff is running around like a headless chicken as they scramble to pull accessories together with specific outfits at the last minute and if he had been any other person but the ceo of the company, he would have been running with the rest of them. 

“what time will the client arrive?” he asks his assistant as he steps to inspect a rack of completed outfits. the employee responds with a time and upon checking his wrist watch, he realizes that they barely have two minutes until their client arrive-- hence, the current state of the office. 

not too long after, the elevators ding open and a flurry of people step into the spacious showroom. “mr. castor, the client has arrived.” altair looks up from the neon colored cut-out dress a seamstress presented to him fully intent on plastering one of his generic customer-pleasing smiles when his expression stops short at the sight of the person he supposes is his client. 

“sir, this is miss delilah of the idol group re:gal.” 

[ @icadelilah ] 

[icaltair-blog]

“you’d think that all the recent advancement in technology would finally grant you the ability to visit me sooner but no, you obviously love to make me wait, don’t you captain?” 

the pen in his hand stills as the heir finally looks up at the man currently standing in his office. a moment of silence fills the room before altair stands, buttons his suit and then proceeds to close the distance between them by running rather unceremoniously at full speed until jinan is left with no choice but to catch the blunt of his weight by carrying him. 

[ @icajin ] 

[icaltair-blog]

≡ spotlight

[icaxcathy-deactivated20161111]

social gatherings seemed meaningless to cathy, but she did understand the gain. the eos family was a military power, but they didn’t retain their social standing for over a thousand years by being uncultured. 

as the current generation of the house, she was required to attend big events and parties such as these. apparently it was to earn the trust of the citizens; they figured out through trail and error that a reclusive, shady group of soldiers don’t always end up with the best reputations.

regardless, cathy was still unused to formal recreationals as her siblings were usually the ones called to attend them, but it was her turn this time. of course, she was annoyed to be pulled away from her station, but her father’s word was absolute; she wasn’t about to test that now.

however, unlike previous occasions, she did have something…someone to look forward to — someone who’s relationship with her only recently went public. this was their first time meeting under those circumstances, and to say she was wary was an understatement.

“sorry to keep you waiting,” cathy greeted, a quick nod in the direction of an acquaintance before returning her attention to altair. 

“hey there,” she whispered, lost between whether to be more casual or keep it formal. she felt like the others would’ve laughed at how stiff she was being with him, and at the fact that she was wearing something so very uncharacteristic of her. never has she appreciated feeling as exposed and vulnerable as she did right now — no hidden weapons or anything. well, she has certainly felt more exposed, but that was another story.

[icaltair-blog]

“you always did look beautiful in my creations, vice-admiral eos.” a lingering kiss is pressed to the back of the woman’s hand in accompaniment to his greeting. the servant waiting to take their coats blushes at the very public display of affection-- as minimal as it is -- and turns their head the other way to give the two lovebirds a bit of privacy. 

altair’s gaze lifts to meet cathy’s and he barely hides the knowing grin that momentarily etches its way on his lips. how wishes that things didn’t have to so stiff and formal between the two of them when they both know that how they are now is far from how they really act around each other but the two of them, perhaps more than anyone else, also know how important it is to keep up with images and pretenses especially under the general scrutiny of the public like this. 

“shall we go inside? i feel like we’ve made them wait long enough for our arrival.” he offers her his right arm good-naturedly and waits for her to take it. once she does, the begin their descend down the marble staircase only stopping midway when their formal titles are announced. his breath hitches and he feels himself freezing up as he catches sight of the press that has gathered to take their picture. had he been with anyone else, altair wonders if he would have been able to survive. 

“announcing the arrival of vice-admiral eos with her escort, sir altair novo of the castor family!” 

at this, cheers erupt in the hall.

[icaltair-blog]

it’s time for one long overdue introduction! 

hello icarus peeps, my name is iya and i am the mun behind baby daddy altair. he’s a litol bub who likes to pretend he’s intimidating to hide the fact that he’s a big softie and has trust issues. please give him lots of love and he will spoil you in return ( coughs he’s filthy rich so he’ll buy you anything you want wink wink ). 

read about him here and here. his open plots are over here as well. like this post or hit me up if you want to plot and we’ll roll right over to your IMs. you can find me on twitter too~~ 

[icaltair-blog]

≡ spotlight

parties have always been fun and games for the heir; socializing has been ingrained in him since his early years where his parents would bring him along and show him off their friends and colleagues. he didn’t think much of it back then what more now? like a butterfly completely in its element, altair feels at ease and comfortable despite the vast amount of people in the room. it isn’t a party thrown by him or the castor family but it is inevitable that everyone’s attention is on him-- it always is. 

“may i take your coat, sir?” is the first thing he’s asked once he steps inside the lavish venue but he merely replies with one of his dazzling smiles. the hostess blushes immediately and altair inwardly chuckles at the response he receives. “if you don’t mind, i’d like to keep it on for a bit as i am still waiting for my date to arrive.” 

having dates and escorts during events such as this isn’t exactly new to him: after all, the thing about being a noble is that many always want to be around him and some even go to the extent of doing over the top actions to sweep him off his feet but he only ever thanks them for their affection, sends a dazzling smile their way and remains respectful the entire time. this time is completely different because the person he’s waiting isn’t just another random hook-up-- no; vice-admiral eos has always been more than that. 

[ @icaxcathy ]