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*Everything's gonna be different.Acxa tries to convince herself of this, marching down the IGF-Atlas' mainway corridor full of Galaxy Garrison soldiers, mentally berating herself. There's no point in seeking out Keith. She's managed this far without anyone's help. Except for Keith's. Opposite her comes a group of women without uniform. Two of them comfortingly hook their arms around the middle woman's arms—no, they're all Alteans. All of them. It's in the facial markings. Acxa says nothing when Princess Allura cheerfully greets Acxa, or when Romelle scoffs at Acxa's lack of response, or when…Like an act of gravity, the middle Altean falls, slipping heavily out of the other two's arms.Acxa lunges, going on instinct, catching her.One of Acxa's hands cradles into the softness of pale red hair.She keeps her head from striking the floor, kneeling, and Princess Allura gasps, kneeling down with them.Romelle shouts for a medic, any medic. She flaps her hands impatiently."You," Acxa whispers, giving their companion a slight shake, breathing out in relief as those yellow-gold eyes flutter open.Dangerously bright.
"You…"
Her voice, echoing Acxa's own, trembles.That's when everything's different.*Her name is Luka.
Bringer of light.
Solar-gold.*In a tick, Acxa realizes she's fucked. Really, really fucked.Luka says nothing to the IGF-Atlas' medical team, or to Captain Takashi Shirogane, or to Princess Allura. They're not of concern. Not to her or Acxa. She's fascinated by Acxa glaring in her direction, mumbling in Altean, pulling her knees to herself and leaning forward."… why did you ask for me?" Acxa mutters, tightly folding her arms.
"You are Galra."
"Brilliant observation."Instead of seeming offended by Acxa's sarcastic remark, Luka's mouth thins into a grin. "We are more alike than you realize."Acxa huffs.Her cheeks burn hot.*What a lie.(She doesn't know a damn thing about Luka.)*It's been a long quintant.Acxa rests in her ship, reclining in her pilot's chair. Her eyelids shut. There's a sharpness in Luka's grin, she thinks. Brutal. Irresistible. Acxa imagines her pressing up against Acxa's teeth. Luka's hands, roughly gripping down. Her Altean-organ, warm and large and thickened, seated in-between the gap of Acxa's thighs, rubbing slowly.Outside of the imaginings, Acxa's dominant hand unbuckles her suit, reaching in. Her phallic Galra-organ twitches, hardening.
We are more alike than you realize…
It's different.It's different how Acxa grips herself, sinking in the seat, moaning out.*