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THEIRIN, ALISTAIR:

A BLINK , mostly to alleviate the spots that he’s burned into his vision from staring so long into the fire before angling his head to look up at her . never one for subtlety , he grins ! at her , because he’s grateful for the company and he’s especially grateful that it’s her company . ❝ to be honest with you , i , ah —– hadn’t tried yet . see , as a child , i used to play hide - and - seek with the brothers in the chantry —– which was mostly me hiding and them dragging me out of dark corners by the scruff of my neck . but ! i devised a plan , you see . over time , i discovered that if i couldn’t see them , they couldn’t see me . i don’t really —– ah , i’m not sure if the same thing applies to horrible archdemon dreams , but . . . well , better safe than sorry , right ? ❞ he stifles a yawn with fingers over his mouth , rubs weariness from his eyes before scooting over on the log to allow room for her . ❝ anyway ! would you , ah —– like to sit ? i kept it warm for you . ❞

isla’s eyebrows rise as she listens to his explanation --- although she finds it endearing, she doesn’t think it’s very HEALTHY. nonetheless she takes her seat next to him when he offers her a space, a slight flush creeping onto fair cheeks --- a flush that she’d never admit to, but one that morrigan would undoubtedly catch if she were around. DESPITE THEIR DIFFERENCES, isla... finds that she wants to be closer to him. she blames it on the cold.

‘ that sounds an awful lot like avoiding sleep to me, though you’ve managed to make it an oddly... endearing, for lack of a better word, habit. ’ she presses her lips together to try to suppress a smile before she turns to face him. ‘ though i don’t blame you. these are --- well, i already didn’t like the dark. i have too much of an active imagination, i suppose, and the dreams... don’t very much help. ’ she frowns, averting her gaze to the campfire as she folds her arms. ‘ but i suppose our own troubles are the least of our worries now. ’ isla pauses, eyes narrowing on the campfire as her voice lowers. ‘ did you realise that a long time ago? ’

#labyrithn #ch. isla cousland.#sv. alistair/isla.#i wasn't gonna use leighton bc modern icons but fuck it

‘ alistair? ’ isla quietly calls, wrapping her jacket firmer to her chest as she emerges from the warmth of her tent. NIGHTMARES, as usual, were the cause of her sleeplessness --- she suspects it’s the same for him. ‘ can’t sleep? ’ she asks quietly, tilting her head as she comes to a stop at the logs surrounding the campfire. ‘ me neither. ’ / @labyrithn.

#labyrithn #i hope this is ok!!#i figured it was a good place to start #ch. isla cousland.

ABUELA:

❝ ¡ ai , dios mio ! there’s my baby boy ! ❞ SHE’S BALANCED ‘PON the balls of her feet , elbows rested atop knees and fingers furling , unfurling in a gesture of beckoning . ❝ come here , come here ! tu abuela favorita wants a KISS , sí ? ❞ @spatiumpedit !

david BEAMS, running forwards as soon as his abuela’s arms open --- his arms wrap around her, his voice muffled by her clothing as he speaks. ‘ te extrañe, ‘bela! ’ he pulls away just a little then to see her face. ‘ are you staying with us? for long this time? papá can’t make enchiladas like you do. mama is peor aún. ’ he pouts.

#ch. david shepard-alenko.#rip im dead #labyrithn

maqabre:

IF HE’S BEING COMPLETELY HONEST , he doesn’t know if he has anything else , either . he tried to contact his mother and extended family at the orchard , the last location he had for them , but there’s nothing there —– no connection , no response , just static . ( if they’re DEAD , he deserves it . he deserves this , too , but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to lie down early . ) he whines into the hollow of noma’s shoulder , keening and loud , and he very nearly doesn’t hear the woman’s half - assed apology .

HE’S BEING CRUEL AND UNFAIR , but so is she ! ( do you really think she’d want you to cling to her like this ? ) his immediate and most visceral response is that he doesn’t care what noma would want . she doesn’t have any say in this , not when he has to LIVE with it ! , not when he has to live beyond it . he’s coming apart at the seams and her mother isn’t entirely wrong here —– maybe he’s not thinking about this ‘ rationally ’ , but he’s had to rationalize a lot of DEATH over the years , and he’s tired and he just wants to keep something for himself . ( if noma dies , so does he . that’s the bottom line . ) reluctantly , he sits up , attempts to compose himself as best he can by rubbing the weariness from his eyes and indulging in a steadying breath . ( the first indulgence he’s allowed himself in what feels like a lifetime —– and likely the LAST . )

HE’S RUNNING OUT OF STAMINA , so he’ll keep this brief . ❝ let’s say i do leave —– ❞ when he looks at her again , he is iron and determination and nothing alive . ❝ —– do you go through with it , anyway ? ❞

his weary gaze returns to her, and her eyes snap back to him in an instant – NEVER TO NOMA, though, because the woman on that bed is barely recognisable and she’d been even less so the first time hannah laid eyes on her. if it wasn’t for the tests they’d ran on her, she wouldn’t believe it was her daughter in the first place… but, despite the immense pressure she feels bearing down on her shoulders ( what would johann do? ) her arms fold behind her back and she steadies herself once more. admiral hannah shepard, she reminds herself, and then reprimands herself soon afterwards. this is your daughter, she growls, a motherly ferocity she ( regretfully ) hasn’t displayed in a very long time. not your damn job. she doesn’t know whether she’s supposed to be strong or a mess.

SHE DOESN’T KNOW.

‘ no, ’ she forces out, and she doesn’t know what’s right anymore: promise kaidan, or promise noma? her daughter has gone through too much, and hannah hasn’t been there for the majority of it, but she supposes kaidan deserves to have his say. she will not, however, allow him that while he is in this state of mind. ‘ no, i… as much as i might think that it’s the right thing, if you go away and get some sleep and some food, we’ll discuss it in the morning. ’ she exhales deeply, tugging on the bun that keeps her hair in place to let her hair fall free before she murmurs, ‘ god knows i can’t do this alone. i don’t know what her father would do, and i could really do with his advice right now. ’ the admiral sighs. ‘ but you... obviously mean a lot to her, and i just need you at your best. ’

#maqabre #ch. hannah shepard.#tl: post ME3.

ALENKO, KAIDAN:

HE DOESN’T LOOK AWAY FROM HER , despite how desperately he wishes that he could . if she’s the one holding noma’s life in her folded hands , then he owes it to her to ensure that the woman doesn’t let go of it . he presses noma’s knuckles firmly ‘gainst the purse of his mouth , a gesture that’s AFFECTIONATE and STIFLING all at once . in any other circumstance , he would never allow anyone but her to see him in this state —– sunken eyes and churning stomach and despair that froths behind his teeth , bubbles out . ( you did the right thing , he’d said to her on the msv worthington all those years ago , when she made the decision to turn off the life support of a man who was DEAD in every way except on paper . HYPOCRITE ! he wonders if they’ll gun him down , too . )

A SHAKE OF HIS HEAD AGAINST his rank and a quaking exhalation that breaks against the inside of noma’s wrist against his name , softer , sympathetic . ( he doesn’t want her sympathy ! he wants her to be just as SELFISH as he is . ) he doesn’t want her to be as right as she is , he wants noma to rest but not in the ground , he wants anyone who thinks that they can take her without a fight to try . ❝ —– i—i know . ❞ a wheezing sob , too loud in the too quiet room , and he reclines atop the bridge of noma’s arm , nests into her shoulder . ❝ i—i don’t —– disagree with you , but —– ❞ he cups his free hand around her cheek , sweeps his thumb in arcs across the bone , and he tries to breathe but it just gets CAUGHT in his throat . ❝ i don’t care what the alliance wants ! i—i can’t —– i—i can’t do this and keep going . do you understand ? i—i can’t —– i—i love her . . . so much , more than i — more than i’ve ever loved anything . please —– ❞ it hangs in the air like a SLIPKNOT . noma’s cold beneath his touch , and he knows what that means . there’s nothing else to say .

JOHANN SHEPARD had been the love of her life; the only one who truly understood her, the only one that hannah had that she could truly be herself with. when she’d lost him, the only thing that had kept her going was noma – her sixteen year old daughter coping with the death of her father had been more pressing than hannah mourning a dead husband. hannah doesn’t know if kaidan has anything else — not a lot of people do after the war. she hates to be the one to take that away from him, but she doesn’t see any other option.

this is harder than any speech she’s ever given any member of her crew — hannah shepard had never thought she would refer to herself as a hypocrite, but she feels like one now. she’d begged for her husband to return to her after he passed away, but kaidan… ‘ i’m sorry, kaidan, ’ hannah whispers, and she can no longer keep her eyes on him… on THEM; on the gentle touches ridden with desperation that she wishes she had the luxury of giving to her husband, even now.

‘ do you really think she’d want you to cling to her like this? ’ there’s a pause ( she’s scrambling for words here ) but not long enough to allow him to respond. ‘ when was the last time you slept? or ate? i love her as much as you do – she’s all i have left – but maybe you should… take some time for yourself, major, or with your crew, and then we can talk about this when you’re at your best. ’

#i feel like this is really bad but i wanted 2 reply now otherwise i know i won't later so #i hope this is ok!!#also i'm ofc at work so no icon #maqabre #tl: post ME3.#ch. hannah shepard.

ALENKO, KAIDAN:

❝ —– absolutely not ! ❞ TREMBLING and TURBULENT , his voice is higher in pitch and harsher than it might normally be , arms folded across his chest until his sternum cracks ! beneath the pressure . he doesn’t intend to be DISRESPECTFUL —– particularly not in the face of the mother of the woman he loves —– but he isn’t going to allow this . he can’t . ❝ mrs . shepard , you can’t —– i—i know that she’s your daughter , but —– please . i—i’m begging you . . . don’t do this . don’t —– d—don’t take her from me . ❞ @spatiumpedit !

LIPS PART; a second later they press firmly shut again. SHE UNDERSTANDS, and that’s one of the worst parts of all this: she lost her husband years ago when noma was still a child, and she knows what this man ( a man she had no idea of before he caused a fuss with the hospital staff ) is afraid of. she’s gotten to know him well over the past few months, and it’s been exactly that: months. noma hasn’t woken.

for a few long seconds she doesn’t respond, until she takes a moment to take a deep breath and fold her hands behind her back. she doesn’t know how she’s continuing to be so formal under the immense pressure she feels bearing down on her; perhaps it’s part of her by now, despite how much she wants to crumble. ‘ major... ’ hannah initially begins, but it feels SHARP and HARSH in the tense atmosphere of the room, and his name sounds more respectful than she thought major would. ‘ kaidan, ’ she corrects, a frown gently creasing her brow. her heart has never beaten faster in her chest. ‘ i didn’t come to this decision lightly. she... noma deserves to rest, after all she’s been through. it’s time to... ’ she doesn’t know how to continue, for once, and lowers her head. hannah lets out an exhale she didn’t realise she’d been holding. ‘ we can’t keep holding her here. the alliance might want answers, but after everything she’s done, she deserves to have something for herself. her doctors came to me with the decision yesterday evening. ’

#ch. hannah shepard.#SV. KAIDAN/NOMA.#tl: post ME3.#maqabre

axismund :

@spatiumpedit!

❝ all right —– i know you have a REPUTATION to maintain , and the LAST THING you want or need is to be seen hugging your BIG BROTHER in public. but , you’re just gonna have to deal with all your friends making fun of you at RECESS , because that’s exactly what’s about to happen. now —– bring it in. ❞ THE COMMAND is more of a FORMALITY than anything else , because she doesn’t have much of a CHOICE. he’s already got arms circled ‘round her shoulders and chest , chin rested ‘pon the top of her head , eyes and mouth DRAWN TIGHT ‘gainst EMOTION. ( NO CERBERUS , NO ILLUSIVE MAN , NO REAPERS. his breath is caught in his throat , but it’s still easier HERE than OUT THERE. ) SLOWLY , he releases his hold of her , but maintains contact —– runs his hands along her upper arms and presses a KISS to her forehead. ❝ i missed you , luce. ❞

eyes widen as adam moves forward, and it’s then that lucy realises what’s happening: his arms are enclosing around her, but she can’t bring herself to stop him from doing so. instead she stands, frozen in place for a second or two before her arms slowly wrap around his waist and pat awkwardly at the back of him. ‘ i’m not used to this, adam, ’ lucy grumbles, though her touch on him grows firmer despite her words.

he pulls away soon after, though, and she finds herself missing his touch. ‘ i missed you too, asshole. ’ there’s a playful shove before she smiles. ‘ you been keeping safe out there? wait, no, stupid question --- i don’t want to know the answer. ’

#axismund #ch. lucy shepard.#i'm sorry if this is horrible but i had muse

axismund :

OKAY —– maybe not the best time. he’s FROZEN behind the threshold of the bathroom , blinking mostly to maintain an AWARENESS of himself. the sheer normalcy of the scene is JARRING —– his wife , in the midst of her daily hygienic maintenance routine , and he , arriving home from a shift , BOWED BENEATH his armor and ready to TAKE IT OFF. ( being a SPECTRE means that the armor never comes off , and it means that he never knows WHEN he comes back here. A SINGULAR TREMBLE of his mandibles betrays his APPREHENSION. )

❝ —– A SPECTRE. evidently , councilor sparatus is impressed with my ACHIEVEMENTS —– both on palaven during my service to the turian military , and here on the citadel. to quote him more DIRECTLY , i am the only c - sec officer who has ever done my job so well that someone wanted me DEAD for it. ❞ he knows that he doesn’t need to explain the IMPLICATION. ❝ councilor tevos says that the spectres are sorely lacking in TURIAN BIOTICS , and that my DISCIPLINED NATURE will prove me a FORMIDABLE ADDITION. i have TWENTY HOURS to present them with a RESPONSE. ❞

lucy listens intently, staring at the other with toothbrush and white foam covering plump lips and a razor in the other hand. doubt briefly causes her chest to swell with dread, but she quickly pushes it away: she’s purely worried about caius getting into trouble, and she knows he’s capable of DEFENDING HIMSELF. that does not, however, answer how long he might be away from home for... and lucy feels selfish for even considering that he might say no for her. this could be a big step for the both of them, she tells herself.

pausing, lucy places the razor down and takes a deep breath, approaching him with a smile. ‘ and you’re going to accept, right? ’ she asks with raised eyebrows, head tilting as her eyes glance over him quickly. ‘ how long would you... did sparatus mention what it might entail? ’

#axismund #i'm so sorry this is so late #i only have energy when i'm at work apparently #ch. lucy shepard.#forgive the lack of icon

like for a starter from SOLANA VAKARIAN.

#ooc

like for a starter from GARRUS VAKARIAN.

#ooc

a-labyrithn-blog

❝ —– GARRUS? ❞ fingers curled into fists into stiff sheets , she tries to look at him through the thin field of vision that coagulated blood and broken eye sockets offer , tries to breathe around the REALITY of it but it just makes the machines beep! beep! beepbeepbeep! too loudly and she cowers against it , shrinks into herself and tries to stop herself from covering her ears. ( all of the noise drones into BUZZING and she blinks dark spots from her eyes and she’s going to DIE and nobody made it —– ) ❝ yer alive. y’ are , righ’? yer alive. shit. thank god. ❞ @spatiumpedit!

spatiumpedit-blog

this is nothing a hell, shepard, you’ve always been ugly can fix, and he knows that as soon as he lays his eyes on her. DON’T GET HIM WRONG: he knows ( hopes ) she’ll pull through as she always does... but that was during the war, a voice at the back of garrus’ head interrupts – what if it’s different now that the galaxy doesn’t have use of her anymore?

the galaxy always has a need for people like shepard, garrus reprimands. they’ll need her now more than ever.

‘ shepard, ’ he greets her casually as if this pristine, unfamiliar room were the main battery, his home, his place, making his way slowly towards her before he gently rests his hands against the side of her bed. he tries to ignore the ever-present beeping noises in the room that remind him of what this war has really done to the galaxy; to the people in it. this isn’t something a visit to go see chakwas can fix.

he wonders if she’s been outside yet; seen other people outside of this room. or is it the same as usual, and she can’t let anybody see her at anything other than her best because she’s the sole hope of this galaxy, even without the reapers? even inside his head, his tone is riddled with sarcasm.

with a somewhat strained huff of laughter, garrus tilts his head: a subtle, very turian gesture of concern. ‘ of course i’m alive, shepard. after travelling the galaxy with you for as long as i have, i’d be stupid not to have picked up a few tricks. ’ there’s a pause as his tone conveys his true emotions underneath. ‘ how’re you holding up? ’

#ch. garrus vakarian.#axismund #i love u :)

axismund :

@spatiumpedit!

❝ lucy —– i need to speak with you. ❞ ANXIOUS , he taps the SHARP POINTS of his talons together , and his voice sounds ABRADED from traversing the BARREN EXPANSE of his throat. ❝ the council has offered me a position as a SPECTRE. ❞

she’s in the middle of shaving her legs and brushing her teeth at the same time when he walks into their apartment, and as soon as she sees him ( and he evidently sees HER, leaned over the bath with white foam lining her lips ) she freezes. it takes her a few seconds to respond as she makes the connections in her head. eyes widening, her lips part in surprise. ‘ a wha? ’

#axismund #i hate them #ch. lucy shepard.#excuse the icon i'm @ work so i cant edit it #sv. your wife calls you buddy? that's weird. ( CV/LS )

a-labyrithn-blog

even after all these years , he still feels a SWELL OF PRIDE whenever she laughs —– a sound with substance , something that he feels against his chest , something that is ALIVE and BEATS in time with his heart. ( she is his heart —– her laughter , the way she fits beneath his chin and within his arms like a MISSING PIECE. he carves himself out to make room for the recumbence of her head and hand , and wonders how he ever breathed with so much EXCESS. )

idly , he trails a taloned hand along the length of her spine , presses circles on his way up to the nape of her neck , makes thoughtful noises as she speaks. UNEVENTFUL , it would seem —– but he would rather uneventful in the face of ( most ) alternatives. ( he would rather uneventful if it means that he may be the EVENT , instead. ) he laughs alongside her at her anecdote , momentarily tightens his hold of her , presses a kiss to the top of her head with the purse of his mouth. ( a VERY HUMAN gesture that was VERY DIFFICULT to master , and he hopes that she never asks him how he perfected that. )

❝ ah , i had nearly forgotten about the famed presidium fish. wilihierax has not come to speak to me about it for quite some time. i presumed the matter settled. ❞

she laughs again , and again he flits his mandibles ‘gainst the top of her head before she pulls away. she traces him from CARAPACE to SHOULDER to CLAWS with the ghost of a touch , fits her fingers between the spaces of his own as though it were the most NATURAL thing in the galaxy. he gives her hands a delicate squeeze , leans forward and down to press more kisses to her forehead , the space at the center of her eyes , the tip of her nose —– and , finally , the upturned corner of her mouth.

❝ —– whatever you wish. i could … draw you a bath and help you unwind after your long day , after which we could simply lie in bed and watch vids until you grew weary —– or , i could help you unwind in an entirely … different fashion. ❞

he smiles against her skin , sneaks ONE MORE kiss beneath the line of her jaw.

spatiumpedit-blog

there is one person in this galaxy that knows the precise ways to make her toes curl, and that person is CAIUS. it’s as if he’s designed her himself: an odd choice for somebody of another species, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. no human man has ever made her feel the way caius has; she’s never felt connected to somebody in this way before. with the others – the people that had fallen into her bed before him? if she trusted them at all then it was definitely nowhere near in the way she trusts caius now. it wasn’t just her imagination convincing her that they could turn on her the second she falls asleep: she’s slept with a target and killed them before. it’s the oldest trick in the book. sometimes, with a few drinks down her, she’d convince herself that she didn’t have a problem with sharing her body with others: that she was confident, and the streets hadn’t scarred her, and she’d convince herself that the oldest trick in the book was most definitely her favourite one even though it MOST DEFINITELY WASN’T.

his mouth finds her jawline and, likely as he anticipates, a deep inhale is taken through parted lips as her head tilts back and her dark eyes close. it’s enough to make any thought in her mind prior to his mouth at her neck disappear. ‘ what were we talking about? ’ she murmurs, hand reaching up for slim digits to massage the underside of his fringe there. a content sigh leaves her lips. ‘ i’ve forgot. ’

just THINKING about being closer to him than she is now makes warmth spread into her stomach, but with her breath catching in her throat as she basks in the attention, it’s not long until she catches the scent of the pasta he’s cooking. her stomach growls in protest and she lets out a sigh. ‘ but i wouldn’t want to put the food to waste. ’ she pauses, leaning back a little for fingers to find his chin, where they’ll direct his gaze upwards to her. ‘ food and then unwinding? — have you eaten? ’

#i have been waiting to reply to this all day!!#i didnt wanna... reply at work... because it was getting a little... heated from lucy's side #ch. lucy shepard.#axismund

a-labyrithn-blog

❝ i have spent a great deal of time watching human culinary programs. ❞

perhaps it is a dry response , but it’s the truth , and he says it around a CONTENTED TRILL at the top of his throat —– pleasant vibrations of a syrinx that most people are unaware turians even possess. he dislikes their working SEPARATE SHIFTS ( he , the morning , and her , evening into night ) but he understands it —– the nature of their relationship prohibits them from working alongside each other. ( love is , ultimately , selfish. it demands that one be devoted to a single person , to the EXCLUSION of all else. he serves and enforces the law , but he would set the citadel ON FIRE if it would keep her safe —– and he knows that she would do NO LESS. ) he presses himself more fully into her embrace , circles an arm around her waist , twitches his mandibles against the top of her head in something akin to affection.

❝ —– and i , you. aside from the mugging —– and the paperwork —– and the evidently VERY LENGTHY commute home —– how was your night? ❞

spatiumpedit-blog

whether he meant for it to be funny or not, lucy will always find his curt manner of speaking amusing -- especially when she pictures him sitting in front of the television attentively watching human culinary shows. a huff of laughter escapes from within her as she gazes up at him; when his arms wrap around her waist, her head finds its home against his chest. her fingers gently move to rest there.

‘ same as usual, ’ she murmurs. recalling the evening's events only makes her appreciate how grateful she is to be home; HOME is wherever he is, but they've done wonders with turning their apartment into a place they can both feel safe, too. they've also done a wonderful job at hosting their own private housewarming parties in every room of it. FREQUENTLY. ‘ somebody's telling the krogans there's fish in the presidium again though. had to deal with swimming krogan today. ’

with a soft huff of laughter she pulls away, but not completely: her fingers glide across his chest and down his arms until her fingers intertwine with his talons, ensuring that there isn't too much distance between them. ‘ what do you want to do tonight? ’ her eyebrows rise, one corner of her lips lifting upwards.

#axismund #had to drop the icon for this reply because i need to come off but #i'll continue with my next reply!#ch. lucy shepard.#sv. your wife calls you buddy? that's weird. ( CV/LS )

immola

#garrus vakarian -- likes.

‘ EXCUSE ME? solana vakarian. i was wondering if i could have a moment of your time. ’

#OPEN STARTER.#indie mass effect rp #i have no idea what her official title should be so her name will do #ch. solana vakarian.

‘ how’s it possible for someone who doesn’t even EAT levo food to make such good pasta? ’ okay, so she was about ten minutes later than she said she’d be, but she got home eventually. she greets the other with a smile as she makes her way through the door, strutting over to caius and wrapping her arms around his neck once she reaches him. she might be a hard ass but she loves him; he’s not her husband for no reason. a smirk curves one corner of her lips upwards as lucy glances between his eyes and mouth, contemplating whether to lay a kiss there. her tone softens. ‘ missed you. ’ / @axismund.

#axismund #ch. lucy shepard.#i hope this is ok!!!

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