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When It Rains

When she stuttered on her first sentence, he knew it was bad. “Just take your time Shepard…” he whispered out, mandibles clicking lightly, “I’m here.” he promised her.

He listened to her, moving to push the last remaining tears off her face gently. He knew that feeling. And he didn’t have anything to say for it.Nothing comforting. His instant response, because of how he grew up was to just tell her what his own father told him.

There will be casualties in war, and sometimes they will be innocent.

He shifted then, moving to sit up against her headboard, pulling her carefully to him, letting her adjust against his carapace as needed. He had to think on his words, them coming out unsure. “Did you try harder after that Shepard?” he asked her then, looking down to her, one arm carefully wrapped around her.

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His patience with her was well appreciated, with her practically coming undone in his arms, in the dimly lit atmosphere of her cabin. She still clung tightly on to him, as if she were afraid that he was going to leave; that she was going to have to lose him too. And she wasn’t going to settle for that.

She gulped, feeling a shudder overcome her, closing her eyes as if trying to shut everything out and think, at the same time. Shepard let him shift her on the bed, her body almost limp, only moving to tuck her head in that familiar nook in his carapace -- it made her feel grounded.

“Try?” Her throat felt thick, the sureness in her voice seemed to fizzle away. Did she try? She shook her head, pressing her lips together in a thin line. “Didn’t try any harder than I ever have,” And he should know that she damn well fights to keep the people safe, and that she knew, full well that civilian casualties were going to be present. “It’s... It’s like an insult. I can save millions of people with a command or when I send bullets flying. But I couldn’t even save a goddamn kid.”

Shepard’s words hung in the air, a sigh escaping her lips, breaking the silence. Her words sunk in -- she couldn’t save him. The woman, who, could either fight tooth and nail for survival and win, or could see marines as expendable; who could see to a murder, small scale or mass, with an army or with her own two hands; who was seen as this leader, this messiah in the war -- couldn’t save a measly child.

#( crying ?? im sweating from my eyes. dont touch me )#ofbulletinnuendos #( para : when it rains. )#( THIS I S L AT E BUT BA B IE S -- )

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you can’t drell me what to do indomitvble

#( we interrupt this supposed firework viewing with the SICKEST commanders in the galaxy )#( i have to have this on my blog OK )#( theyre beauty they're grace. theyve probably punched a reaper in the face )#( & a bloody icon. )

okay, other stuff to come tomorrow !! i’m going to go watch some of my neighbor’s fireworks and then hit the hay. smooches everyone on the dash <3

#( ilu all & night y ni ght -- dont let the reapers . . . harvest ur entire population uwu )#( & off duty. )

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“Oh, because I totally would know,” she rolled her eyes at him, feigning being not amused, but leaned into the pecks he planted on her head. Only with you, she thought to herself.

“If I did it more often, what are the chances that I’d be blowing up your already large ego?” tone definitely teasing, she leaned up to give him a soft kiss.

#( my B A BI E S. )#( this came autom a t i ca lly as soon as i saw that response. )#( and we can nEVER have enough threads uwu )#ofbulletinnuendos

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it always felt so quiet in the shuttle on the way back from a mission. but who could really blame the squad for not being talkative? every day, it felt like their galaxy was unraveled a little further, like everything they knew was being pulled out from underneath them. they hardly had any time to scramble after those scarce few scraps of the preconceptions they had before some new great big unknown touched down.

he willed those heavy thoughts away and cleared his throat.

❝ –Commander. ❞

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her back was leaned against the cool metal of the shuttle, feet planted on the floor, feeling the floor rise with every bump it encountered on the ground. it wasn’t long before Shepard hunched over, a sigh parting her lips. being in the silence, fresh out of a firefight, grenades exploding left and right and voices over the comm -- it was unnerving, to say the least. and shepard had never been much of a fan of the quiet. it left her to be eaten up by thoughts and worries, and in times like these, she couldn’t afford to be dragged down.

kaidan seemed to beat her in cracking the silence; if he hadn’t done it, she would have. but she was thankful nonetheless, eyes coming up to look at him across from her.

“one hell of a mission, hm?”

#( hi !! and no worries. take your time always uwu )#actedwithintegrity

angry bird noises --

angry -- the geth seem pretty angry bird -- birds can fly reapers can too noises -- reapers make noises

WAKE UP, COUNCIL.

#( *conspiracy theorist voice* IN D OC CT RI NAT IO N CONFIR M ED )#( YE S he LLO i couldn t resist lm ao . )#( waves ecstatically )#sarterius

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‘ Commander ‘ The name feels foreign on his tongue, a name that isn’t quite a name. It’s a symbol of hope and ruthlessness; the name the galaxy listens to day after day. It’s not the Shepard he’s used to, not the call sign that means more to him than saviour. She was Commander to him once, when his thoughts were muddled and youth evident. Then, after all the death and missions, after all the sacrifices they’d been forced to make, Shepard only seemed natural. But now it’s forced down, unfamiliar in this sudden reunion. Circumstances have a way of bringing them together. Eden Prime, Virmire, Horizon and now this. Her name, the one he knows, can’t be said. It’s too much of a risk, too much of an unknown. ( you know the commander? i used to. )

‘ You wanted to see me? ‘

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“Alenko.”

her tone was smooth and cool, showing not even a beat of anything apart from that professional indifference that had been haunting the two of them, hanging like a thick fog that neither of them seemed to be able to cut through. or at least, neither of them decided to tread on that field, tossing the ball back and forth between their courts until it was just left in the middle. untouched.

commander shepard, the woman who recognized every risk as one worth taking. nothing was deemed too big or impossible; any fears she had regarding it, she’d swallow whole and leave nothing but determination in her wake. so where was all that now?

the commander knew, full well, that the days on the SR1 were long gone -- they were different people now, Shepard, especially. and still, the plain address of a simple commander, seemed to strike something within her.

“Got updated on news from Earth. Figured you’d want to be relayed some of it.”

#( dont worry it's great !! uwu )#( thank you for writing it !! )#withbiotics

crucialdiplomacy -- after looking at your edit (that i love tbh) i raise a petition for our sheps; seoyun wears the ‘don’t drell on it’ tshirt. olivia wears the ‘what the drell’ tshirt. prime examples of their paragon/renegade-ness tbh.

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Since the normandy has only just arrived on the citadel, and since he’s not really needed ( everyone else has dispersed across the space station, desperate for a little shore leave ), garrus slips away from the main battery, away from the rest of the crew, and to the holding area portion of the docks. he positions himself amongst turian refugees and discusses the palaven situation with anyone willing to talk. this is somewhere he doesn’t have to use his translator. this is a place where he can focus on his home planet and offer help to anyone that might need it.

Although the situation is grave… he finds comfort in this.

At one point, shepard visits. probably stumbles upon the little refugee camp accidentally. he speaks with her and, after a while, follows her out of the cargo hold and back towards the bays and security checkpoints.

‘ WHAT BUSINESS do you have down here? anything I might be able to do? didn’t think I’d see you until we were back on the normandy.

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as soon as she set foot on the citadel, she knew it wasn’t about to be any more relaxed than it was on the ship or planet side, carrying out a mission. shepard wanted more than anything, was to surge back into battle, head first and leading the charge. her bones rattled still, her heart and mind focused on fighting a good fight. if anything, being on the citadel, in peace and quiet, felt wrong.

but she knew that the war was bigger than spraying bullets in a battlefield against reaper forces. it was bigger than sating the fire born from rage inside of her. there were politicians to convince and alliances to be made and smaller scale operations and tasks to carry out to piece together the puzzle of victory. so there she was, the great commander shepard,running around doing favors. doing errands. hauling together gangs. talking to civilians and encouraging them to join the fight. small things to make up the bigger picture.

she soon found herself in the cargo hold, originally having ventured down there to carry out an assignment graciously put forth by the one and only aria, shepard didn’t expect to see the sight before her. refugees, by the dozens, some haggling for a spot, some denied. her heart seemed to sink. suddenly, she remembered being sixteen and afraid, in the middle of a makeshift refugee camp, her home snatched away from her. no family, no nothing. silently, her heart went out to everyone standing there.

having caught garrus’ attention, him among his people, she swallowed her thoughts and followed him out.

“I had... other business. But I’m done for now,” She can’t help but steal another look at all the refugees, only to catch Garrus’ gaze again. “You and I both. How are you doing?” With the gesture of her head cocking to the cargo hold, it was clear that Shepard wasn’t only concerned about his well-being, but his peoples’, too.

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“Shepard!” Arms outstretched, and completely ecstatic. “Shepard, what are you doing here?”

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“Grunt!” She called out his name with equal verve, allowing herself to fall into the embrace, and of course, returning it as well, disregarding the clunk of the armor. “Wanted to see what kind of hell you’ve been raising. Figured you’d learned a thing or two from me.”

#ugrunt #( thanks for the starter uwu )

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#( I Ha V E BEEN WAI TI NG FOR A PHOTO SE T LIKE THIS . . . . . )#( BLL E S S )#( also. shepard would like to contest that it's entirely a 110% skill. thank u v much. )#( & a bloody icon. )

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( *miranda voice* i object )

I’M TELLING THE ILLUSIVE MAN.

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PATCH IT THROUGH –

the mess was empty save for one seat taken at one of the tables. moving closer, it was only then that shepard realized who it was. joker seemed to be dozing off in his seat, and this earned a small smile from the commander.

“I don’t suppose the mess is your new quarters,”

she tipped the brim of his hat upwards -- any more force in her finger tips, she would have knocked it off his head, but it merely became upturned.

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*shepard voice* but i’m the best.

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sobs why does liv look like miranda in this icon

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PATCH IT THROUGH –

the commander stood with her back turned, one by one, pieces of her armor were peeled off, a quiet hiss or grunt elicited to puncture the silence every so often when a sore spot was hit the wrong way, keeping note of the injuries that needed medi-gel and the ones that had to get attention.

she had barely noticed that she had company, but looking over her shoulder and seeing who it was, it didn’t quite surprise her. a chuckle left her lips, arm coming up to wipe her forehead, turning to face thane.

“Putting that stealth to good use, hm?”

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