#gallaxians

[sanguerosas]

( starter. ) @gallaxians​ !!

“  Ah !!  You...  ”  Arthur bit his lip before shaking his head with a soft laugh.  “  I’m sorry.  It’s just that you look somewhat familiar.  ”  he continued  ,  his eyes twinkling for a tad bit.  Looking into the other person’s face  ,  Arthur could clearly make out how Lancelot had described them.  From the color of their eyes  ,  their lip shape and just how lovely they look in his storm’s eyes.  Arthur knew that he really shouldn’t be approaching anyone--because that’s the rule condition;  but he really can’t help it.  It’s not like anyone is going to know.  

“  I’m sorry if I just blurted it out.  I might be mistaken but still...  ” 

[esperiums]

RANDOM ENCOUNTER WITH @gallaxians ! (featuring flora)

The receptionist at the NICU cast several cursory glances at Terra as she spoke on the phone with, presumably, a specialist of some kind in the department. Every now and then there was a mention of paperwork that needed to be submitted by a deadline or patient dossiers requiring amendments, however the rest of the conversation dealt with medical jargon that she did not understand, and so her thoughts drifted elsewhere in the meantime. Terra had been waiting at the front desk for the better part of twenty minutes for a certain nurse she was keen to meet. The receptionist mentioned beforehand that they were tending to a patient, though what attracted attention wasn’t so much Terra’s presence in the unit but the bouquet of flowers she held in her hands.  

“Excuse me,” she called to the woman behind the desk, “if Miss Flora is too busy, I can come back another time. I wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience”. The administrator looked away from the stack of files neatly placed at her desk and shook her head. “I received word that she is about to finish her rounds. She will be here shortly, ma’am” she bowed her head politely, glancing at the small bouquet of pink and yellow wild flowers for the umpteenth time that afternoon while doing so. Terra merely nodded in response and returned to her own devices.

Although she did not know Miss Flora personally, the caretaker knew of her work. Indeed, one of the children at the daycare centre – a sweet boy named Hanhae- had been very upset for the last couple of weeks: his newborn sister was quite ill due to complications that arose during labour. Thankfully there was a nurse present who helped his baby sister become better, which meant she could soon come home and be together with the family where she belonged. It was quite the hellish ordeal as it took a great, emotional toll on the parents as well as their young son, but because of the hard work and dedicating of the NICU, Hanhae could now spend time with his sister. He was a happy boy again.

Words failed to express how grateful Terra felt. The handful of flowers she selected for this occasion would have to suffice even though it did little to convey the significance of this nurse’s work.

[vartouhix]

@gallaxians x

“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.”

Vartouhi stared up at the side of her friend’s face in a daze. Her usually overactive mind was silent, save for a general feeling of appreciation. She was so glad he came. She hadn’t been drunk like this in a very long time. “The Long Island Iced Tea isn’ jus’ tea, Jude,” she whispered conspiratorially. Her eyes widened a little, as if her own words were surprising her all over again, “Th’s alcohol innit! I did think th’ taste was a bi’ as… astringent, but I’ve known worse tas’in’ teas. So I di’n’ think t’much of it…” Her eyes squinted, brows furrowing slightly. A soft, drawn-out groan sounded in her throat as she slowly let her head loll back, her lips tugging into a little frown. “...S’heavy. M’head. Body, too. I dun like it, Jude.”

She let him move her as he pleased, and it was only after a full thirty seconds that she realized, hey, maybe she should actually try using the arm around his shoulders to hold on, instead of just leaving it draped there as dead weight. “I’sa code, not a key,” she corrected. “Faaaaaancy.” With a giggle, she recalled the song she’d heard in the club, “I’m! So! Fancy~ Y’already knooow~” Vartouhi’s expression soured again, and she dropped her head to rest against his shoulder. “‘M’ sorry… This isn’ fun for you. I shoul’n… have got so… I’m a mess.” Her arms tightened around him. “I’ll hol’ on tight.”

As they sped off, the vertigo made her whimper pitifully. “Too late,” she mumbled, feeling her stomach lurch right away. Luckily she didn’t vomit, but fighting the discomfort made her begin to sweat at her temples, the nape of her neck, and about her collarbones. “‘M’ sorry… so sorry.” For quite a while, she was doing okay. Her eyes were squeezed shut against the sick feeling in her stomach, though, and when she wasn’t breathing a bit heavy through her mouth, she was keeping it shut tight against sensations of nausea. Then, suddenly, she lurched in his grasp, her arms folding to her chest so she could press her hands over her mouth and keep it shut as she retched. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she had to swallow back down alcohol that she puked into her mouth. When the moment finally passed, her eyes unfocused, lids falling, and that was the only warning before she went limp as a rag doll.

[cheiianarchive]

@gallaxians ( sc. )

                 ❝TAE told me about you❞ was the first thing he said, without even introducing himself. Chin was raised a little while he looked the other up and down before he let out a quiet LAUGH. ❝please do tell me how you manage to spend time around him. I get annoyed after being around him for a few seconds but you ... you seemed to have a quite long CONVERSATION with him❞

[blvsphemovs-blog]

--&& Starter for @gallaxians !!         ( Ariel & Stygal )

After managing to lose yet another police car that had being tailing him and his motorcycle for the last few blocks, Stygal finally managed to scurry into a dark alleyway. He was frustrated, because he didn’t know if he was becoming even more sloppy and careless or if the police was actually becoming good at their job. Cursing endlessly under his breath, Stygal hid his motorcycle at the very end of the alley, he would have to make his way back home on foot and return for it in the morning, or else he would definitely get caught, and he wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of spending the night in jail, again.

After making sure his motorcycle was properly concealed, Stygal turned on his heels with the intention to leave the alley, but halfway towards the street he found himself being blinded by a flash of light coming from the sidewalk. It made him curse once again, because he believed himself to have gotten busted after all, and reluctantly kept on walking forward towards the silhouette that he couldn’t quite recognize, at first. As soon as he was close enough to recognize the woman, Stygal let out a loud ( very relieved ) sigh, “ Oh, it’s just you. ” he mused while a wide grin took over his lips, reaching to lower the woman’s hand that was holding the flashlight so that he could properly tower over her petite frame. “ For a moment there, i thought it was a real cop. ” Stygal teased the woman while slipping his hands into his jacket’s pockets while taking on a very relaxed and nonchalant posture. “ I thought we weren’t gonna meet until later tonight. ” 

[earthrooted-a]

@gallaxians liked !!

     “you’re about to tell whoever to go screw themselves.” a pointed nod towards the bouquet in hand ; while definitely pretty in colors, the meanings of each flower aren’t as pretty.

[ujudol]

--&& Starter for @gallaxians          ( Anneke & Hyeonsil )

His brothers, his friends, everyone that knew them seemed to be so happy about him having lost contact for the nth time with Anneke, everyone but Hyeonsil himself, he had just gotten really good at faking in front of those that cared for him, even if it was just to stop them from nagging him over and over about his reckless behavior whenever they were together, even more after the last stunt he pulled in which he inked his skin with her name, only to be abandoned shortly after.

But everything crumbled the moment he recognized the woman across the place, it was as if all the other people in the room suddenly disappeared and he could only see her, but watching her laughing so carelessly with another man instantly made his blood boil, his anger being such that he didn’t realize that he had left his date talking by herself and walked the distance between them until his hand had her arm upon his grip, and only then when he felt her familiar warmth, he accepted that everything was real. 

“ Annie-- “ He called for the woman, spoke through a clenched jaw as he pulled her his way, not caring in the slightest about interrupting her conversation nor about the looks and attitude he was getting from the man he had just pried her away from. “ Where the fuck have you being!? “

[furyxandxfire-blog]

Closed starter for @gallaxians

Have you ever wanted to go to a place that could take you anywhere in the universe? A place that could transport you to other realms and whisk you away on grand adventures? Without ever having to move from your seat? Such a magical place exists. And that place, is referred to as a library. For someone like Miyuki, the library was a favourite spot to spend the day. Today, she was taking the tiny fourteen month old, she took care of, Minyoung, to the library to explore and perhaps find some new books to read to her in the evenings and during quiet time. She supposed she could always go out and buy a few new books, but with a library so readily available with a vast variety of choices, it seemed far more logical to simply come by the library as needed and check out new books as needed.

After scooping Minyoung up into her arms from the backseat of the car, she carried the happy, babbling toddler into the building and began to wander from aisle to aisle. She thought, perhaps, she would grab a book or two for herself as well. As she continued to delve deeper into the library, however, something peculiar caught her attention. Was that...the sound of a crying child? Softly cooing to Minyoung to keep her satisfied, Miyuki followed the sounds until she found a four year old boy, sitting on the floor in the art history section, sniffling and bawling his eyes out. Miyuki was careful as to how she approached him, not wanting to scare him. "Hello there. My name is Miyuki. Did you get yourself lost?" She spoke as she knelt down with Minyoung to his level. He stopped for a moment, and looked up at her, as if he was gauging how safe she was to talk to.

A moment slipped by before he nodded, and explained how he snuck away from story time and now couldn't find his way back. With a soft smile, Miyuki used the sleeve of her cardigan to gently wipe the boy's face clean, and offered to help him find his way back. The two of them stood, and the small boy took her free hand. Story time in a library would more than likely be in the children's section, where they probably had a little area set up for such a scenario. Following the signs, Miyuki led the boy back to the reading circle, where she found a group of children and a young man who, by the looks of things, was their caretaker of sorts. "Excuse me," She politely interrupted with a sweet smile. "I think you may have lost one."