* DELIVER ME.

whisper your sorrows into the galaxy. someday, they will return to you. written by orla !

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what if i revived this blog though

[featherskin]

what sucks about ptsd nightmares is that it doesn’t end once you wake up. it ruins your mood tremendously for the whole day and the intrusive memories are stuck in your brain and everything reminds you of it even when you don’t want to remember it

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' it looks worse than it is ---- ' although true, to a degree, it still looks pretty bad ; shrapnel from an exploding mech lodged into her thigh, armor cracked. the leg feels heavy, compressed; but she can feel a warmth spreading from the affected area with a growing discomfort. coupled with an unfocused vision, she knows its only a matter of time before she's unconscious. ' . .. just get karen patched through. might have to --- walk you though it. '

he is nothing if not calm.  impeccably.  dr. chakwas will walk him through, as she says, and   shepard will be fine.   ‘i know basic medical aid techniques,’   he says conversationally, hands tightening the tourniquet he’s created for her.   ‘it’s useful knowledge to have when you’ve been as alone as i have.  you learn not to depend on others.  even doctors.  although .. that didn’t work in my favour, in the end.’   he receives his instructions, and begins work with prompt fingers.   ‘don’t forget to breathe, siha.  the pain is temporary.  try not to think of it.  when you wake, things will be better.’      /   @greatprotector.

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i think you'd --- really enjoy mexico.

he doesn’t know where that is.  earth, maybe?  where she’s from?  somewhere she’s been?  somewhere she remembers.   ‘take me there,’   he says.  it’s not an order, or a request—it’s an open door, a   yes, i’d love to go with you,   a subtle answer to the question she’s asking without actually saying the words.   ‘when this is all over, we could go wherever you’d like.  i’d like to travel with you.  there are places i’d like to take you—places i haven’t been to in years.  places i always associated with .. happy memories.’   we could make new ones together.      /   @greatprotector.

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' are you okay ? ' she's understandably fretful, given the lack of armor. he's careful, she knows ; but this hadn't been a stealth mission, and there were a hundred and one things that could've gone wrong.

‘i’m fine.  minor scratches, at best.’   he gives her a meaningful glance, hand over hers, fingers brushing her knuckles.   ‘and you?  you took a hard hit from that krogan.  don’t think i didn’t notice.’   he looks for a bruise, eyes scanning her body;   eyes settle on her face, on her eyes, pretty beneath her hair.   ‘it won’t hurt, from time to time, to let   grunt   charge first.’      /   @greatprotector.

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auralsense   *   nyota uhura.

“  THANK YOU, i do like to take pride in what i can do.  “   a sheepish look then crosses her face, her hand lifting to push a loose lock of her long hair back over her shoulder.    “ THOUGH i will admit some of your vowels are TRICKIER than most, no offence.  “

‘none taken.  humans don’t have the vocal range we do, so that’s only to be expected.’   he gives her a patient, pleasant expression:   not a smile, but not something that conveys he’s anything but happy to be chatting with her.   ‘it’s nice to speak with someone in my own tongue again.  translators make things easier, of course, but there’s .. something comforting about one’s mother tongue, and in people who understand it.  more of a personal connection, i find.’

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greatprotector   *   siha.

HEARTSTRING PLAY   a worried tune that thrums beneath her skin,  echoing the layers of affection she held for him  ;   the quiet admiration that gave way to steadier ground  (  friend,  huh ?   )    &   then more.    still,  she tries her best to keep those things at bay when she should be enjoying the now              for all it was worth.   kepral’s or no,  their lives were not particularly safe.    &   yet,  even as    she curls     around him,  chin resting atop his head,  she can’t help but look for the answer,   wherever it might be    (  and he has nothing to apologize for,  not now  ;   not ever.     ).      ❛       i’m not trying to               PROVE   anything.     ′       i just don’t want you to go.

he soaks in her warmth like he’s starving for it, as though he hasn’t felt a drop of affection in a decade.  he hasn’t, of course, but he doesn’t think of it like that.  this is a new lease on life---what little of it he has left.  with her.  like this.  undeserved, but wholly wanted.   ‘kepral’s syndrome isn’t common,’   he supplies, arm around her waist.   ‘to find a cure would be nothing short of a miracle.  it’s been many years since i’ve stopped believing in those.  but i believe in   you,   siha, and in your love.  i don’t mean to sound .. dismissive.  but your resources---your time---i’m sure it’s better spent on other things.’

[haiziness]

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omg ur so cool, do you wanna write together ?? pls i luv u

sorry, mutuals only!!!! please read my rules

[himborc]

when ur spouse is gifted with long-range weapons

sniper wifle

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‘forgive me for being so tired,’   he says, settled on three pillows, two blankets at her insistence.   ‘i .. cherish our time together.’   if only things could let us be.   ‘i know you’re looking for a cure.  you don’t have to prove anything, siha.  it’s been many years now since i’ve come to be at peace with where my path will lead me.’      /   @greatprotector.

[thanevael]

[marazhai]

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she's more than content to have him sleep along her lap, where she's free to trace his scales at her leisure; to learn the way they look in fading light, how they're smooth but not without their own texture. there's nothing extraordinary about the moment ; but maybe that's what makes the realization all the more clear, while she's mapping the different shades of green on his body. ' vous êtes la moitié de mon cœur. ' a gentle, secret murmur ; knowing full well it won't translate.

it’s not quite like him, to lay so vulnerable like this.  on a human.  one he’s come to feel so fond of he can’t imagine an easy path forward without.  he rests, quiet silence around him:   he doesn’t dream.  he hasn’t in years.  he hears her quiet murmur, feels her finger along his skin.   ‘i don’t understand,’   he says, a silent confession that he’s been only lingering in rest for the last few moments.   ‘i didn’t know you spoke another language.  what does it mean?’      /   @greatprotector.

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you know, I've got an apartment on the citadel. you could stay there, if you wanted. with me.

he only needs a moment to think about it.  not that much time, really.    ‘—i’d like that, if i’m .. not too much of a burden on you.  kolyat has an apartment of his own, as well.  we could visit him.  i’d like for him to get to know you better.  the doctors at huerta memorial are .. among my favourite.  it would be a good solution to many loose ends.’   he pauses, glancing up at her from where he sits.   ‘and .. any time spent with you, siha, is time i wouldn’t trade for much else.  thank you.’      /   @greatprotector.

[lips-smacker]

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——starter call !