#* venus;

[gallaxians]

closed starter for @crazyinlvv !

“Hey stranger.” Technically, Venus was still on the clock. She was for another forty minutes on the longest shift of her life. They had just gotten back from a rather lengthy mission, and now she had taken residence at her favourite club. She was only slightly biased. “It’s been a hot minute, I missed you! How have you been?” 

[gallaxians]

                         venus & hyosung || @crazyinlvv

She cradled the small backpack to her lap as she took a seat at the bar. It had been weeks since she had last been on earth, way too long since she had last seen her friend. Venus had sent a text the day before saying she would drop by at some point, unable to specify when but finally managing the time to slink away from headquarters to come by the club. Even from across the club, her eyes drew only to her. Watching her dance, Venus falling into a trance. 

They had hung out a few times here and there, there was nothing serious. Except for the pounding of her heart in her ears. Should she send a text? Should she ask someone to pass along the message she was here? Did Hyosung even want to see her? Would she even have the time?

She turns to the bartender, flustered, ordering a drink she remembered from the last time. A sex on the beach. With a smile, she snaps a photo of the drink sending it to the girl on stage - for her to see when her break would come. 

There was no pressure, Hyosung could come join her for a drink if she had the time or not. 

[gallaxians]

                             calling upon hyosung ! ( @crazyinlvv ) 

Venus balanced the gun with practiced ease, her one blue contact lens whirling as she scanned the night club. Her target had been lost in the crowd, chaos descending as she continually yelled for people to get out of her way. She’s by the stage, climbing onto one of the platforms to see better. “You there-- you work here, right? What are your exit points?” 

[gallaxians]

👀 + Venus, have you broken any hearts out there in space?

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

The female blinks, taken back by the question. “Oh goodness no.” Her hands raise to her cheeks, hiding the way they threaten to turn red beneath. “I-- I don’t have time for that kind of stuff. I mean sometimes we get to loosen up, but I’ve only made a few good connections. No heartbreak. I think. No, no, no heartbreak.” Minus her own.

[gallaxians]

                     closed starter for @zephyrvm || venus and annita

This place was a maze. Venus had been wandering around for the past twenty minutes and no one had been much help. They were too busy to look up from their case files or phones, ushering her away in a random direction to answer a question they hadn’t been listening to. At one point she thinks about giving up, going back to the base and calling it a day - although she’s no where near prepared to get the earful from either of her superiors that would be waiting for her. 

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Dragging a chair out from under a desk she stands on top of it. “Annita?” She calls out, not really expecting a response by the way no one even acknowledges her - how typical. The weapons specialists sighs and raises her voice, projecting it out to entire office. “GARCIA! I’m looking for a Garcia!” 

[gallaxians]

▲ @Venus

SEND A  ▲ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS. no. 134

“Oh my god, she is so gorgeous it hurts.” The words slip from the females lips before she can even stop herself. She’s gobsmacked, heart pounding in her chest as she stares helplessly. She hadn’t meant to get distracted, sitting across from Vartouhi at some sort of food joint. Just like her company, her meal was long forgotten. 

For anyone that came to know Venus, it was easy to pinpoint her weakness. She was a sucker for any attractive woman; falling prey to their beauty. After all, she was only human. A sheltered human that had spent her whole life dedicated to training and becoming a soldier. She was never allowed to entertain those thoughts back on the base on the moon. It had always been training, pushing herself harder and harder.

The lack of sudden discipline was the hardest adjustment. As she started to slip, allowing herself to feel again and become what it meant to be human. Further proof of that is her dreamy sigh, her elbow coming up to rest on the table and successfully dipping itself in a pile of ketchup. Venus is oblivious though, still staring at the beauty across the room. 

“Do you think I would be able to get her number? She looks out of my league.” 

[gallaxians]

Send a 😳 for your muse to teach mine how to do something and take a hands on approach @Venus — yeah they haven’t met yet but...!!

“You really have to lean into it.” The base felt more lively with Vartouhi in their ranks, it was no longer just a hibernation hub. Venus laughed softly as the dart hit the floor once again, racing forward to pick up the few that had landed there. “It’s an art, it takes lots of practice.” She quick to reassure, bundling up the magnetic pieces and returning back to the females side. 

It had been a few weeks since they met, the process they had filed for the lost princess had been a long one. Venus had come to admire the girls strength, staying up to talk to her on nights off, or checking in on rounds. They all went the extra mile, knowing to an extent how it must have felt to feel like you were the only one in the galaxy. 

Sadly, it was no stranger to them. 

Working outside their five galaxy stretch was problematic at best. Andromeda was a mighty system that rejected most of the outsider realms. It had it’s own internal problems, making it difficult to extend a hand to the smaller surrounding galaxies. 

“Okay, let’s try this again.” With one hands placed on Vartouhi’s hip, she mimics the motion of throwing the dart with the other. “Focus on the centre, breathe into it.” A hand closes over Touhi’s own, helping guide her away from sending another dart into their floors. Together they move, Venus aiding in sending the dart towards the lit up rings. It may not hit the centre but at least it hit the board. 

“Let go of that tension in your shoulders. You don’t need to carry the weight of the world right now. You’ve got this.”