howalphasroar:
’ but you don’t know how long that could take —— & i doubt i’ll be one of the first to go. i’m not an ᴀѕᴛʀᴏɴᴀᴜᴛ. ’
curve of hands palm for leverage upon park benches, spine bent & benevolent as he scoots back. it’s in scott’s very demeanor to listen, to watch & gauge, to appease others. it’s in his nature bow towards the person he’s speaking with ; this isn’t any different.
a ƒ ℓ ι т т є я of stars is cast across dark, withering skies. fingers itch to trace constellations that decorate the night.
’ ——- why not ? ’
"my people -- "
she hesitates; behind the violet tint of her mask, teeth drag uncertainly across the waxy surface of her bottom lip.
"quarians aren't very welcoming to outsiders. mostly because outsiders aren't very welcoming to quarians. we're a nomadic people. we keep to ourselves, within our fleet, and - there's a sort of solidarity there. some of us have even worse names for other races than they have for us."
not her. she's always been fascinated by alien species, since she was a child -- and now, by humans especially, this brand new race she never had a chance to read volumes about in her youth. she looks at the asari, the salarians, the turians, the drell, the elcor, the hanar, the humans -- and she sees rich, unfamiliar cultures, as bristling with promise and beauty as her own.
since their citadel embassy was shut down, centuries ago, it's not been a view shared by many.
"humanity is advancing -- faster than i've ever heard of happening. you'll get there. but if you wanted someone to take you to see the stars, you should have befriended an asari. not a quarian."
