特別企画｜ 4/11 Dakovan55 Happy Birthday 🎂

Yandere Queen dakovan55 is dakovan55 OC (https://pixai.art/@dakovan55) Kamui Galuna is My OC 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The throne hall returned to silence. Dakovan did not descend from the throne; she remained seated above, her fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest, steady and rhythmic, as though keeping time for the entire imperial city. And Galuna— was already standing at her side. Not below the steps. Not in the center. But beside the throne, almost touching the place where her hand rested. A place where only the rarest few were allowed to stand. Closer than “intimate,” and even more dangerous. Galuna still held the gift in her hand. She did not offer it again. It lingered deliberately in an “unfinished” state. She tilted her head slightly, gazing at Dakovan seated upon the throne. Her eyes were gentle, yet carried an unnatural focus—like someone observing, for a long time, a presence that belonged only to her. “You’re quieter today than usual.” She spoke softly. Her tone was tender. But that tenderness carried a chill. Dakovan did not look at her. At least, not outwardly. Her gaze remained fixed on the empty hall before her, as though judging invisible subjects. “Because today I cannot kill.” Her voice was calm, like stating the weather. “Otherwise the floor would be stained.” A brief silence. Then— Galuna laughed. The sound was light, clean, even tinged with delight. “You’re still the same.” Her fingers brushed unconsciously along the edge of the box, again and again, as though tracing a pattern that did not exist. “Always thinking of the outcome first, never the impulse.” She leaned closer. “I’m different.” Dakovan’s fingers paused for a moment. This time, she turned her head. Her golden eyes slowly met Galuna’s. “I know.” She spoke softly. “You prefer the process.” The two were very close. So close that even their breathing began to interfere with each other. Galuna did not retreat. Instead, she leaned closer still. She placed the gift gently upon Dakovan’s armrest, but did not release it. “For example, this.” Her voice was quiet. “I could have given it to you at once.” Her fingers pressed lightly against the box. “But that would be too dull.” Dakovan looked at that hand. She did not stop it. Nor did she take the gift. Instead, she slowly laid her own hand over it. Not to seize. But to hold it down. Fixing Galuna’s hand and the box together in place. “You still like to prolong things.” Her tone carried no reproach. It was more like confirming a habit that had never changed. Galuna smiled faintly. “Because when it’s drawn out, the reaction is more beautiful.” The air tightened slightly. Servants in the distance hardly dared to raise their heads. For none of their words were normal. Yet they flowed with unnatural ease. Dakovan’s thumb slid slowly across the back of her hand. The motion was deliberate. Like testing something. “What reaction are you waiting for now?” She asked. Galuna did not answer. She only looked at her. So intently, as though to capture every detail of her in this moment. After several seconds, she whispered: “Whether you will open it.” Dakovan laughed. Not the faint smile from before. But one carrying clear emotion. “You want me to open it now?” Galuna nodded. “I want to see.” Dakovan was silent for a moment. Then— she lifted the box from the armrest. Her movement was swift. No hesitation. No ceremony. Just as with all her decisions. Direct. Decisive. She did not open it at once. First, she looked at Galuna. A glance brief, yet heavy with the meaning: I know you are watching. Then— she slowly opened the box. --- In that instant, both their gazes fell. No words. No comment. Not even breath. Only the moment of opening, magnified infinitely. After a few seconds. Dakovan closed the box gently. Her motion slower than before. She looked back at Galuna. “You truly haven’t changed.” She said. Galuna tilted her head slightly. “In what way?” Dakovan did not answer at once. She simply placed the box back upon the armrest. This time, without holding down her hand. But still close. So close that a single movement would bring them together again. “You are still skilled—” Her voice lowered. “at turning something simple into something impossible to ignore.” Galuna’s smile deepened. “Then have you been affected?” She asked. At that moment— Dakovan’s eyes shifted. Not anger. Not calm. But a fleeting, fragile—loss of control. --- Only for an instant. She quickly returned to herself. Then spoke softly: “A little.” Galuna did not press further. She simply withdrew her hand. But her gaze did not leave. It grew even more intent. Dakovan straightened once more. Her fingers resumed tapping against the armrest. The rhythm, faster than before. “The banquet is about to begin.” She said. As though reminding. As though ending the exchange. --- But Galuna did not move. She remained there. Close. Silent. Her presence impossible to ignore. “I know.” She whispered. “But this is more interesting.” --- Dakovan did not refute. Nor did she dismiss her. She simply let her stand there. Like a variable that should not exist—yet could not be removed. Music rose in the distance. The crowd began to stir. The imperial city slowly returned to its proper order. But upon the throne, and beside the armrest— their distance remained unchanged. And the gift, still unfinished, lay quietly between them. Like a beginning that had yet to end. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The third child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ/巡音がルナ/Megurine Galuna) Age: 20 Birthday:10/30 Personality: Calm, talented, versatile Appearance: Long, straight purple hair with a smooth and glossy finish, exuding an elegant and cool allure Purple eyes, mysterious with a hint of pride Skills: Piano, guitar, bass, singing ,Photography Favorite Thing: Watching his parents, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka, share sweet interactions