#* jude;

[gallaxians]

👀 + Jude, what would you do if you were confronted with none other than Deimos, here on Earth?

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

His smile is tight, nothing but fire in his eyes as he stares forward. At his sides, Jude clenches his fists, trembling a little just from the mere thought. “If I could kill him, I would. I really would.” He doesn’t take those words lightly either, and while he considers himself mostly over from the damage his ex had done the wounds on his heart were too deep to ever completely heal. “Not just for what he did to me - to us - I could turn and walk away for what he did to me. But a man like him doesn’t deserve forgiveness, he doesn’t deserve a brother like Demis.” 

[gallaxians]

Guide @ Jude (? Did I send already? I can’t remember @_@)

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

They had agreed to meet outside the females apartment early in the morning. It had the dragon sleepy as he waited patiently, rubbing at his eyes to help wake himself up. He never has to wait long as Vartouhi is usually quite punctual in her timing as she bounces out of the building. It’s enough to have his day brightening, as if the clouds had cleared out from in front of the sun to shine its rays. 

Smiling, he waits until she’s by his side to offer his gentle good morning. He doesn’t remember exactly where she had wanted to go, but nevertheless he was always happy to tag along in good company. As if knowing him, he feels her hand slipping into his, guiding him in the direction she was taking which Jude easily follows along. 

They stay attached at the hand through the short walk, the sleepy dragon not paying much mind to anything but the sound of her voice as she leads them through the streets. Even managing to keep him from running into poles or other humans that pop up in his way. 

She tugs on his hand just as a door is opening in front of him, the dragon blinking at the sudden object and smiling sheepishly towards the female as she guides him around it. “Thank you.” 

[gallaxians]

❖ + Do you dream, Jude? Or remember your dreams?

“I don’t dream like conventional humans, I guess you could say.” He rubs at his eyes, suppressing a yawn. “Dreams are no more than memories projected back on the subconscious with colours and sounds. Sometimes I can hear the call of my name, but that’s the most coherent part of it. It’s all feelings, more terrifying than anything you could imagine because it’s not some creation. It’s just the past, coming back in one more haunting way. It’s not always bad I guess...” He trails off, wrapping his arms around himself. “Sometimes I can still smell the waters of my planet. The feel of the sun in the oasis. Feel the comfort of my room from Utopia. It can be very pleasant as well.” 

[gallaxians]

🌸 @Jude

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

Sometimes it felt like they were in their own little bubble when the escaped to their field. Like it was only the two of them in the entire world as they laid on top of the blanket on the grass. It was cold - way too cold for flying and races today. But still, he had managed to convince Touhi to come out here with him. He liked the open space, delighted by the way it makes his heart sing even if he can’t enjoy the soaring skies. Sometimes, just to spread his wings was more than enough. Not to mention it provided great shelter from the odd freezing blast that came their way. Allowing a small pocket of heat between them and their blankets. 

Lazily, he blinks his eyes open as he feels her gentle touch. He doesn’t know when exactly they had closed, the last he remembered was her making the flower crown that now rested on her head. A single flower is placed behind his ear, tickling against his skin, the silken like petals greeting him in a soft kiss. It felt nice. 

“What flower have you chosen this time?” He murmurs, voice a little rough from his drowsiness. “Do I look pretty at least?” 

[gallaxians]

Jude... what do you like to do for fun?

“Sleep.” He states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The perpetually sleepy dragon loving nothing more than to curl up in his bed for a giant snuggle in the morning, afternoon, and all through the night. “But I also just like to spread my wings and go for a good fly every so often too.” 

[gallaxians]

“I got drunk and now I’m sitting on the ground.” Soft drunk Touhi calling @Jude for halp

“I know, you mentioned that while on the phone.” The dragon doesn’t know what to do, currently in quite the predicament as he’s kneeling on the ground next to the very intoxicated female. He didn’t know if she had started her night alone - or worse, she had been left alone by whomever was accompanying her. Grey eyes continuously scan the area, looking around for people - most drunk and still lingering at the bar. 

He purses his lips, wrapping an arm around her middle while situating hers around his shoulders. “Let’s get you up and home. I hope you have your keys.” It’s a far walk, he could call for a cab but he didn’t have the money to pay for it. While he had flew here, he didn’t want to risk that while carrying a drunk alien along with him. However it would be the most quick of the solutions, meaning he could get her home and warmed up in her bed before the hour was up. 

“I need you to hold on tight, okay? Vartouhi, say that you’re going to hold on tight.” Jude’s wearing the sweater that she bought him for christmas, the zippers still undone from his earlier flight. While waiting for the words of confirmation, he lifts her easily into his arms. He adjusts his grip once, twice, his wings spreading out from behind him. 

With one push they are in the air, soaring up into the darkness to cloak them from the city below. “Don’t you dare let go... and please don’t be sick on me.” 

[gallaxians]

She tried to be as discreet as possible in also singling out Jude. “I… did prepare something, for you.” She handed him a garment box, wrapped in red-and-white striped paper. If he were to look inside, he’d find a stylish sweater and T-shirt, one burgundy and one navy. In the back of both, long rectangular panels had been cut down the middle, now fastened together by a zipper. If he were to unzip it, the panels would open away to the sides and leave his back exposed. “I was thinking of that first day we flew together, and thought how inconvenient it must be sometimes to have to take off your shirt to spread your wings… so… I did this to some shirts I bought. And if you end up liking it, I could do this to more of your clothes, if you wanted.” A deep flush settled into her cheeks as she spoke, eyes a bit wide as she blinked up at him. 

Jude blinks as he accepts the box, very carefully opening it. He looks down at the clothes and then back up at her, his bottom lip jutting out just the slightest. “That is very thoughtful...” The dragon trails off, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with a bunch of emotions and unsure of how to conduct himself. It’s like his brain is disconnected from his mouth, leaving him gaping as she goes into detail; even offering to fix more clothes for him. “You’re... you’re really great, you know that?” With his free hand he tugs her close to him, hugging her tightly as his heart swells with appreciation. “Thank you so much.”