'Werewolf' by Jakub RĂłĆŒalski

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'Werewolf' by Jakub RĂłĆŒalski
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âGarrus."
He hadn't heard her come in. He never did these days. At least he'd stopped jumping when she announced herself. A quick tap to save his progress before he turned around.
There was the flash.
His hide shifted and he pressed his talons into his wrists. He felt the puncture of hide and smelled the metal of blood. Shepard tilted her head.
Finally, words came to him. "Shepard. Need me for something?â
She looked around the battery. Her gaze touched every surface. Garrus felt it move across his habitat like she was looking at the surfaces of his body instead. "Nothing in particular. Is it okay if I hang out in here for a while?"
She had always visited, but never for long. He touched the edge of his console with a hand behind his back to ground himself. "Yes. Yeah, of course."
"Thank you." She sank down against the wall, until she was settled under EDI's hologram. He waited for her to pull out a datapad or start tapping on her omni-tool, or perhaps even make the overture toward a conversation. She did none of those. Instead, she let her head fall back and she closed her eyes.
She didn't make a noise, but Garrus didn't think she'd fallen asleep. Or if she had, it wasn't sleep in a way that he could recognize. As he tried to distract himself with firing algorithms, he felt . . . perceived. It had been a long, long time since turians had been someone's prey, but those instincts were still there. Run, leave, go while you still can.
He stayed, and so did she; at least for another few hours. When she finally rose, she did so with a sigh. "Thanks for letting me hide out. It's . . . weird, here."
You're telling me. "Any time, Shepard."
Flash.
Shiver.
Then she was gone.
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To put it very bluntly.
You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.
Garrus Vakarian - ME2
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Confession: if turians existed i genuinely would turn my back on humanity and make the declining birth population even worse not even jk I would abandon all earthly materials for Garrus Vakarian immediately
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Jane pointed her finger to Garrusâs keel and repeated his words, âVa dulcestra nama vocan.â
Sheâd tried to replicate the delicate rumble that accompanied the syllables when he spoke; human anatomy made it impossible, though. Garrus smiled while a gentle thrum settled in his chest anyway. Even if her pronunciation was inadequate, he approved all the same.
Hands to his mandibles, heart thumping and mind spinning, she pounced on him, his breath caught in surprise but she was already on him laying sweet kisses at first on his mouth, then his nose, then his mandibles. His hands landed on her shoulders first but they slid to her waist only a moment after, his touch sweetly unsettled so she lifted her lips from his cheek to give him a moment. But his hands hooked into her hips, forcing her weight against his lap.
âNolisto cestra.â His mouth drifted towards hers, with only the tease of a touch. âVa pedra lis hellum eslia na cantar desidae al regos nama oza dextis va.â His velvet tongue tasted her lips, snuck past her teeth. âBege.â
Jane only smiled, her toes curling, the rumble of his voice still rattling through her. He seemed unaware that their translators were still off, lost in the moment, his eyes hazy with pleasure, clinging to her. She laughed softly and touched the tip of her finger to his flat, scrunching nose.
âLultis temia.â He trailed the soft pad of his finger under her chin, tipping it up, tipping her mouth closer to his as if begging for a kiss. âPetrelos nem.â
âI donât really know what youâre saying,â she said and a blush of realization blossomed up his neck. âBut you sound so good.â
More smoochinâ