CANDICE PATTON AS IRIS WEST-ALLEN ON THE FLASH
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CANDICE PATTON AS IRIS WEST-ALLEN ON THE FLASH
“You must have heard the report by now.” He answered back, twisting off the top of his booze and taking a swing before getting back to stitching “Bigoted human assaults quarian, said quarian walks away with a minor flesh wound and the human is left unconscious and waiting for C-Sec retrieval. Tale as old as time. Just my luck it was told on a day that I was out of medi-gel.”
Val hissed in pain as the needle punctured his skin. Thankfully, the booze would likely dull most of the residual pain further down the road. Functional alcoholism had it’s benefits sometimes. “But enough about my life.” Val smiled weakly, his milk-white eyes meeting hers “How’s yours? The rest of the badges running you ragged?”
"No, I was off today, planned to go visit a friend, who then ditched me," she said with a shrug, opening the bottle of wine she'd brought for herself and taking a sip, though she almost dropped the bottle when he mentioned some bigoted human attacked him. Fuck. "You're kidding, right? Right in the middle of the Citadel?" Eydis made a mental note to try and find out if that human had been let off lightly. "Should've told me, would've got somethin' for ya."
Eydis winced as she watched how he continued to stitch himself up. "Oh come on, you know I like hearing about your life, much more interesting than mine," the officer resisted the urge to grin. "You know, the usual, handing out justice in a lawless world and all that," she joked. "Mostly just paperwork and Presidium patrol, the boring stuff, almost tempted to follow dad's advice and go back to Earth. But you know he wants that because he doesn't want me 'mingling with' aliens."
"Nah, I'm good-AHG! Keelah." Val responded, wincing in pain for some unknown reason "Really, I'm just taking care of a recent development. Make yourself at hoOW! FUCK!..."
As the sterilization chamber finished it's cycle, Eydis would step into the room to find Val on the bed, his suit off to reveal his blue skin underneath. His body was covered in multiple scars, burns and bullet marks, all likely from his life on Omega. On his back, an omni-tattoo of an avian creature made of fire, rising from ashes. Easy guess what that was. What was most concerning, however, was that he was currently in the middle of stitching up a very recent wound.
"Oh, good, you brought booze." He piped up "Could really use that right now, actually."
"Yeah, you sound great to me," Eydis said, brows furrowed in concern. "What the heck happened to you? I thought you didn't get involved in things anymore."
Her eyes widened at the sight of Val, stitching up a very recent wound. And well, just the fact he was suitless in the first place, she'd never seen a quarian without one, but that seemed to be the thing she was worried about the least. How he'd even managed to survive half of the shit he'd been through was beyond her at this point. At the mention of booze, she took out some dexto whiskey, setting it by his side.
"You know if you needed medical attention I'd have called someone, right?" Eydis said with a sigh, consciously making sure her eyes were on the most recent wound and not any of the old ones. "What did you do, Val?"
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Eydis frowned at the sound of his voice, had she come at a bad time? It didn't seem that way, given that he was still going to let her in.
"What can I say? I've always had the most impeccable timing," she joked. The officer let herself in, trying to ignore how odd it felt to simply stride into Val's home, second door to the right, sterilization chamber first. She'd always been decent at following instructions. "Val, you okay? Did I come at a bad time?"
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“Ey there, Green.” Val greeted, holding up a bottle of dextro-whisky and looking a tad buzzed “Just made a huge leap on a personal project of mine. Care to celebrate with me? Got a bottle of the livo stuff in the cabinet.”
“Forgotten my name already?” Eydis teased, a grin on her face. “Let me help myself and we’re down, darling, wanna tell me about the personal project or do I have to get you a little bit more drunk first?” She asked.
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“I really wish I could believe that, Eydis.” Val responded as he rested his hands on his mask “I want to be remembered for being an innovator; a revolutionary. Someone who brought positive change to this galaxy…but my past is always gnawing at my brain, telling me that I’ll always be just another scumbag killer with delusions of righteousness.”
“I know that you won’t. It makes you a pretty impossible man to be with, to be honest,” Eydis sighed softly, if she didn’t care about him then she might’ve walked away a long time ago. But here she was, trying to persuade him that he was still a decent person and failing every single time. “No one is perfect, not everyone is some sort of revolutionary, would being ordinary kill you?”
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Val let out a depressed sigh as he sat down next to Eydis…
“…Every night, it’s the same thing.” He said, looking at his synthetic arm “I live out the same memory in my head. An asari child on the ground, hole in her head and blood pooling out of her, light fading from her eyes…and I’m always the one holding the smoking gun. Every eye on the battlefield suddenly turns toward me, gazes like daggers. I stammer, making every attempt to tell them it was a mistake as the world turns black around me…and I wake up in a cold sweat. Every night. Without fail. For years now.
Good people don’t have those sorts of dreams, Eydis…”
Eydis hated to admit it, but she understood. Her dreams weren’t as common as they used to be but she saw her partner often enough, in a pool of his own blood, his hand still outstretched towards her, consoling her as she held her mangled hand. If good people didn’t have those sorts of dreams then she didn’t want to know what that meant. It had taken years of therapy for her to cope, but Val’Os didn’t have that. He just suffered. And fuck that always hurt to see, knowing she couldn’t help him in any way hurt even more.
“You’re a good person, Ne--Val, if you weren’t a good person we wouldn’t be doing this. You wouldn’t feel guilty if you weren’t a good person. This won’t mean anything to you but you’re the greatest guy I know.”
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“A ex-gang member pretending to be a productive member of society.” Val snarked, plopping a straw into his drink “Truly, I am a quarian Casanova. Green, those words may work in a rehab clinic, but It’s gonna take way more then a living self-help pamphlet to fix me.”
“An ex-gang member who actually is a productive member of society. You’ve helped C-Sec out, for god’s sake. You...dumbass man.” She muttered, glancing at her empty glass. “I’d appreciate it if you insult my taste in men, as awful as it is, Mr quarian Casanova.” She rolled her eyes, getting comfortable on the couch, living self-help pamphlet? That was something she’d have to look into.
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“Don’t really have time for relationships, Green.” Val responded, passing a glass over to Eydis “Too busy building things and wallowing in self-pity. Not that anyone would want to date someone from the slums of Omega.”
“Ah...what a shame,” Eydis mumbled, immediately draining her glass the second he passed it to her. A little over the top? Perhaps. But anything to get over that awkward conversation. “If you put yourself out there, there’d be people lining up. Because you’re not just ‘someone from the slums of Omega’,” the cop snorted. “You’re you and that’s...pretty damn good if you ask me.”
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“You know how hard it is to find a barber shop that serves quarians?” Val chuckled, heading towards his alcohol cabinet “I’d have better luck surviving smallpox.”
Val pulled out two bottles of whisky, one of them dextro, and began to pour them both a glass “Managed to find a new way to clean metal.” He sighed “Unfortunately, that’s the high bar.”
“About as hard as it is to find any sort of shop that serves quarians?” Eydis responded, arching an eyebrow as he made his way towards a cabinet. A sad state of affairs really, as a rather rich human she never really had that problem. And she was damn thankful for it.
“Something I suppose,” the dark-haired woman shrugged, he was always an innovative man and it didn’t surprise her that he was still coming up with stuff. “No tall, dark and mysterious women sweeping you off your feet? I’m shocked!”
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“Solitude ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Val shrugged “I mean, silver lining, I don’t have to look over my shoulder for vengeful mercenaries. So, yeah, counting my friggin’ blessings there.”
“I always thought of you as the lonesome type,” Eydis admitted, honestly, she felt that she annoyed him half the time they were together. “True, but I’m talking new and exciting things. Met anyone new? Come up with anything exciting? Got a haircut?” Not that she’d be able to tell. Now that she thought about it, she’d never seen him without the helmet on.
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“Understatement. Didn’t you notice it was much quieter without me around? Thought you might’ve appreciated the space,” Eydis teased, eyes still trained on the arc pistol. A part of her wanted to believe that if it had come to it, she’d have been able to use her biotics. But she knew that she’d never quite get into the right mindset to use them, not with him around.
“Words can’t describe how busy I’ve been. But I’m not here to talk about work, Val, I’m here to see you.”
"Keelah, don't you know how to knock? I almost shot you for that!"
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“Not going to lie, babe, you wouldn’t be the first man who tried to shoot me and you wouldn’t be the last. I’m a big, bad biotic, I can take care of myself. ”
The pet name passes her lips like it’s the most natural thing and for a moment, all Eydis wants to do is rush forward and embrace the quarian she may have a teensy tiny giant crush on. Instead, she just shrugs, approaching him as casually as she can.
“Besides, I’ve wanted to see you for ages.”
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