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TALI’ZORAH.
“ That depends who’s asking. I LIKE you, so you can call me a nerd. I hope you feel honored. And you’re a GUN JOCKEY. ”
❛ oh, so now you like me, tali? well, now i am flattered. ❜ he chooses to ignore the gun jockey comment.
TALI’ZORAH.
She struggles to find her breathe, trying to remain upright for the lack of air. AT LAST, she waves a wobbly hand at his shove, though a few more giggles manage to escape. “ I think they’re just about the same thing, Garrus. ”
he can’t hide the smirk. ❛ so that means you’re not an engineering specialist, you’re a tech nerd. ❜
TALI’ZORAH.
High on the constant giggling, she reaches out to push at his carapace playfully. “ Good! ” she exclaims, hiccuping in laughter. “ We need to get you off your high horse! Come off your BIG BLUE STEED with the rest of us, you nerd.”
he takes a moment to let the laughter die down before he even considers trying to talk again. finally, when he can breathe properly, he pushes her shoulder in return. ❛ i’m not a nerd, tali, i’m a specialist. ❜
TALI’ZORAH.
She certainly TRIES to speak, but her words are continually cut off by more and more giggles, her arms curling around her stomach to try to compose herself. “ You need a BOW TIE! ”
he snorts as he tries to hold back another bout of laughter, but it only serves to make the next wave even louder. ❛ stop, stop! i had a pretty good idea of myself before all this, you’re ruining it! ❜
SHEPARD.
RELIEF FINDS IT’S WAY through her muscles as she visibly begin relaxing. Having troubling thoughts about those you worked with was bad enough back in the day, it’d be even worse now, wouldn’t it? ❛ Si … I feel the same. ❜ It was a nice subject to get out of the way, a buzzing gnat that had been gnawing in her ear now removed. Three more to go. They could wait. ❛ Your accuracy is I M P E C C A B L E, by the way. I find myself more the … hm … spray and pray type, as they say. ❜
he seems to swell with pride at her comment, a smile finding its way to his expression. ❛ well, as long as you get the job done. still, shepard, i appreciate the compliment. ❜ a joke about his rifle being his one true love dances on the end of his tongue, but he bites it back for now. ❛ you’re kind of a force of nature on the battlefield. ❜
TALI’ZORAH.
She doesn’t bother to answer, instead staring at him with an eye-narrowed silence, before letting out a BRIGHT LAUGH, lifting a hand to her mask as though to cover her face in exasperation. “ Sniping Soup Server. ”
❛ spirits, tali, we had a whole thing going there! ❜ he chides, laughter beginning to seep into his own voice. ❛ so what, now i’m just a glorified waiter with a rifle-- ❜ and then he breaks. it doesn’t take more than that mental image to have him laughing at the top of his lungs with her.
TALI’ZORAH.
“ So, rather than ARCHANGEL, which sounds very impressive and bad ass, we should call you the Cheery Sniper. Understood! Don’t worry, Garrus, I’ll make sure to tell everyone you prefer that title. Including everyone on Omega. ” The shine of her eyes squint even further with a vibrating giggle trembling through her audio systems.
❛ tali, archangel’s dead, no one on omega would believe you. and besides, i’m not the cheerful one, the people i shoot are supposed to be cheerful just before their brains become soup. ❜ he explains, his voice measured and patient as he tells her the minutiae of the color.
TALI’ZORAH.
It’s a crying shame that the mask prevents Garrus from viewing the playful sneer upon her face, though her glowing eyes do squint visibly. “ Is that the purpose behind you wearing blue? Do you want your enemies to think ‘oh, that turian is wearing such a HAPPY color’ before they die? ”
❛ yes, exactly! you’re the first one to figure that out! ❜ he can’t help but laugh. he can’t see much more than her eyes and the vague outline of her nose, but he can imagine the look on her face behind the mask. it’s h i l a r i o u s .
SHEPARD.
❛ I HOPE YOU’LL FORGIVE ME for my attitude earlier, Garrus. When you grow up surrounded by humans, with the only aliens you know being … rivals … your galaxy-view tends to be skewed. ❜ The Lord says to treat others as you wish to be treated, doesn’t He? The least she could’ve done was give him a C H A N C E to prove himself, and he has at least three times over. ❛ I’d trust you with my life, just as any of our other friends. ❜
❛ believe me when i say, i know what that feels like. ❜ he assures her. turians and humans aren’t supposed to get along unless it’s for professionalism, his father made that abundantly clear throughout his childhood. but even if he did find all humans to be repulsive, shepard has proven she’s a diamond in the rough. ❛ there’s no one else i’d rather have watching my back. ❜
TALI’ZORAH.
“ Well, why don’t I just get your name engraved somewhere while I’m at it? It’s not like people are blind, they’ll SEE that I’m suddenly your color. Maybe I should just stick to purple. You would be way too happy, and we can’t have that. ”
❛ well, if you insist... ❜ he teases. ❛ are you implying you don’t l i k e my color? i think blue is a pretty flattering color, especially for those of us who have to wear masks all the time. it’s a happy color, tali. ❜
TALI’ZORAH.
“ I think you should be embarrassed that you EXPECT that’s my intention. What if I wanted it to be sky blue?”
❛ hm. ❜ he ponders it for a moment. ❛ no, i think you do better in darker colors. turian blue would be best. ❜
TALI’ZORAH.
“ I wonder if I should get a new suit cover... Do you think I would look good in BLUE? ”
❛ should i be flattered that you decided you wanted us to match? i think you could pull off turian blue. ❜
MIKO.
When Commander Shepard declared her resignation for retirement, there was a great deal of backlash. The galaxy still needs her. The Alliance needs her. A Spectre doesn’t simply quit. ( If anything, they DIE. ) Won’t she become bored, after a life spent with far more thrills than anyone can expect in a single lifetime? Is she too valuable to be allowed rest? But then ━ hasn’t she earned it? Haven’t they all earned it?
It is decided that they have ━ not that she allowed much room for the Alliance to deny her. She has not looked back.
The sun rises lazily over the shore, spreading its beams into their little house. The light grants the waves and the sand a shimmering effect, as though the entire planet is a massive crystal. Emiko rises not long after the sun itself. She slips from the comfort of their bed with a soft kiss to her husband’s forehead and takes her place upon a mat set before a wall of open glass doors leading out to a deck. After all, they DID want their beach side property. She doesn’t need to wake Garrus just yet. He will rise when he likes. In the meantime, she practices her early stretching ━ less acrobatic than when she was a younger woman, for age makes her cybernetics creak. BUT SHE IS ALIVE. A warm, open smile remains upon her lips as she slowly practices, listening to the sound of her husband’s breathing.
the sunrise wakes him, fading blue eyes opening to the enormous window filtering light through thin curtains. the elongated shadow of emiko saves him the pain of the earth sun shining directly into his eyes, and he sits up slowly to watch her morning routine.
❛ you know... ❜ he mumbles, tiredness seeping into his w o r n voice. ❛ i don’t think it would kill you to stay in bed one morning. ❜
he slowly moves to toss his feet onto the floor, reaching for the cane leaning against the bedside table. it takes him a moment to stand, but at this point it’s so routine that it might as well be emiko’s morning schedule.
he moves to her side and leans a bit to kiss the top of her head. ❛ whose turn is it to make breakfast? ❜ he asks.
The Morning After Sentence Starters
"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
Will you try to love him?
Him and his tattered heart and death in his rib cage; with a name like poison. War is in his tongue. His entire body is made of collapsed stars.
Will you try to love him?
Even if it’s a thin line he walks, with a face half in the light and half in the dark. Him, with scars in his heart and holes in his back; in place of skin. He is a thing of destruction.
Will you try to love him?
Him, with his nightmares during the day and demons in the dark. Atlas’s burden rests on his shoulders. He craves for light, grasping for rays in his miles of night.
Will you try to love him?
Him and his reckless love and secret pain. His is a silent grief for the sky, for the earth, for the heavens. The universe is confined in his flesh.
Will you try to love him?
Even if he clings to foolish hope and leaves prayers in your mouth. Him, with chaos for eyes and blood in his lungs. He remembers how to fall. He remembers how to burn.
Will you try to love him, the angel that fell from Heaven and then rose from Hell?
UNKNOWN.
“ you are a turian – as with ryder’s other companion. ” cat-like eyes stare at the other alien with equal suspicion and curiosity. he’s still not… accompanied to encountering those of other races and species within such a short period of time. he’s almost tempted to reach for his pistol. “what business do you have with the angara? ”
ryder. that’s a name a lot of people have been throwing his way since he got here. he makes a mental note to track this ‘ryder’ down and find out why so many people associate turians with them.
he notices the twitch of fingers, and takes a cautionary step back, raising his own hands in the air to convey that he’s not here to cause any trouble. ❛ look, i’ll be entirely honest with you, things have been kind of a bumpy ride the last few weeks. i’m just looking for someone. ❜
✎ + grandparents!
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Send me a ✎ + a family member that wasn’t mentioned in this post ( grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc ).
garrus’ grandparents are no longer with him, but he had quite a few happy years with them. they had wonderful stories and would let garrus and solana get away with things castis would never let happen. they spoiled garrus and his sister.