#azulan

🍰Fragaria Memories OC🍰

✧*̥˚ Azulan *̥˚✧

The first few days after the ship droid breaks, Andronikos doesn’t really notice much difference. Without the droid’s constant prattling, the whole ship’s quieter, sure, which is nice. Kind of like a breath of fresh sea salt air after stumbling out of a hole-in-the-wall bar on Rishi. 

It’s not until he slips and almost breaks his neck that it hits him. He’s a pretty smooth customer on most days, quick with his blasters, quicker with his feet. Wouldn’t still be alive otherwise. But his boot has other ideas when it hits a patch of something wet and sticky on the ship’s main hallway, and suddenly the very hard, very cold floor is rushing up to meet his nose. 

He ducks and rolls at the last second, comes up nursing a bruise on his shoulder and bellowing a string of salty curses. 

Sith takes her sweet time appearing. No one and nothing can rush her when she doesn’t want to be rushed, him least of all. He’s still planted on the ground, legs canted at weird angles when he sees the hem of her skirt swishing across the floor, little dust gizkas kicked up in her wake.

“What are you yelling about now?” she drawls. 

He cranes his head up to look at her. She’s got those sleepy smudges under her eyes, the faint line of a pillow crease etched along one cheek. Her hair’s a wild riot of red, blotting out half the light from the ceiling.

Dammit. He’d been hoping to nurse this sulk for a good long time. That’s not happening now, not when she’s so prettily disheveled and peering down at him heavy-lidded like that. And not when she’s so clearly roused herself from a nap to come check on him. The ultimate sacrifice, as far as Sith is concerned. She loves her naps like Talos loves dirt-crusted artifacts. 

The annoyance bleeds right out of him, and he grumbles half-heartedly. “Damn ship’s filthy,” he mutters. “Hasn’t been cleaned since the droid broke. I just slipped and almost killed myself on--” He waves his hand in the direction of the unidentifiable stain. “Something the Dashade dragged in?” 

Sith tips her head back and yawns, so long and luxurious he can see all the muscles in her throat working, the hair spilling over her shoulders, and for a minute his brain goes helpfully blank and he forgets why he’s even sitting on the floor. 

“I told you, the droid will be fixed in a day or two,” she says when she’s finished with the yawn, her voice thick and husky with sleep. 

Andronikos swallows a whole lot of nothing, thanks to the sudden parched state of his mouth. That he knows full well she’s doing it on purpose makes not a lick of difference. 

“But in the meantime,” Sith continues, “you may certainly feel free to clean the ship yourself, if it bothers you so much.” 

Andronikos hauls himself up off the floor, reaches out to lazily trail his thumb along the pillow mark on her cheek. “A day or two, you said? Guess I can wait that long.”

“Then if that’s all, I’m going back to bed. You’re welcome to join me.” Her brow arches. “Unless, of course, you’re too bruised.”

He flexes his arm, testing the shoulder that took the brunt of the fall. “What do you know,” he says. “Barely hurts at all, anymore.”

DanQuil and AzPiren Double Wedding

So when is the Azulan-kun birthday? is because i LOVE YOU OC SO MUCH!

okay it’s been a while since enca2016 has ended but uuuugh this scene bothers me on so many levels like

Mira: mom who is that?

Pirena: oh he’s your dad

Azulan: *jealous af*

#13 Azulan is a mortal who discovered and was whisked away to the world of Encantadia.