#aedan shepard

[shadoedseptmbr]

"Your bed's really comfortable," she mumbles it into his chest and he's glad the smug expression he expects is on his face is lost in the darkness. As if he hadn't picked the mattress that was just on the side of "too firm" for his own comfort. As if he hadn't noticed she didn't sleep well on the overly soft beds of their one or two hotel hook ups. Not nearly as well as she did in cat naps on the rock hard Alliance issued beds and, on occasion, the floor. And he isn't going to say it, because despite knowing that he still hasn't figured out how to work around the angles of whatever goes through her head when he knows her too well on his own. So instead Kaidan grumbles, "I'm not sure how you can tell, you spent the whole night sprawled on top of me," punctuating it with a kiss to the top of her tangled curls and a tightening of his arms so she can't squirm away.

[keriweird]

WIP whenever.

Finally got to start painting @shadoedseptmbr 's earth born Shepard Aedan from her Reds days. Lots left to do but got her roughed in enough to share a sneak peek. Can't wait to rough her up at the end, lil scrapper she is and all. Right now she's too photo ready hehe

[baejax-art]

@shadoedseptmbr let me borrow her Aedan Shepard looking grumpy to do some experimenting this weekend 💕💕

[crqstalite]

had the pleasure of being able to draw a few ocs yesterday afternoon! from left to right: @shadoedseptmbr‘s aedan shepard, @spaced0lphin‘s bailie shepard + @nug-juggler‘s lea hawke! (oh, and click, because tumblr butchered my quality)

[shadoedseptmbr]

"So…"

He doesn't jump. He absolutely always holds his coffee like he's white knuckling it. Known for it. Sure.

Tucked in the corner of the mess, Shepard is politely giving him a whole five seconds to regroup.

"Didn't see you there, ma'am." She's just sitting there, not hidden at all. So much for his spatial awareness.

She lifts her hand, waving off the apologetic tone he can't help. "Happens."

"Hazard of the, uh, specialty?"

That gets a little bit of a smirk and he sits down across from her when she pushes the bench out. "Sure." She takes a sip of her own mug, steam still boiling up. "Question. If you don't mind?" She tags the last bit on like it just occurred to her that he might.

"Fire at will."

"Did your other XO's…were they more, ah." She wobbles her hand against the cool metal of the table, subtly. "Social?"

The coffee gives him an excuse to mull it over. He hadn't thought…she didn't seem the sort to second guess herself, but… "Depends. Not…to the point of fraternizing, but…maybe more than just check ins between training, yeah. Some." Kaidan has to qualify.

Shepard locks on that like a target. "The better ones?"

In for a penny, right? "Yes. I think of them as the better ones."

"Right." They sit, drinking their coffee. Just beyond them the dish washer is cycling with a whir of steam and beyond that, there's the clank and hiss of the mess crew starting breakfast. It's only a little awkward…and then she chuckles. And he can't help but grin at her.

"Alright. That's me, told. I'll lean in more." And the smirk turns rueful. "Just…always thought of myself like…that stuff…wasabi?"

"The…uh. Wasabi?" The weeds, he is in them.

"No one wants more than a dab, here or there. Y'know? Little bit of me goes a long way."

[shadoedseptmbr]

He finds her at the used ship depot, almost like last time- the thousand yard stare is the same even if the finger flipping the cap off and on a trigger switch isn't.

Zaeed sighs and leans on the rail beside her, "You thinking about running, again?"

"Nah," and the edge of the smile she's wearing has teeth. "Thinking about setting it all on fire before we leave."

[shadoedseptmbr]

my three sentences:

Captain once told me the difference between a soldier -a Marine- and a sailor. Not a lot of difference, these days, I'd guess. Hm. What he said was, the soldier is going out to fight and defend and only gets to go home on leave or retirement. But the sailor, they go home every time their boots leave dirt.

[shadoedseptmbr]

“Can’t stay drunk long enough to cross a room, that jacked up sand didn’t give a second’s worth of buzz, figured I’d give tobacco a whirl again.”

“There’s always sex, if you’re trying on vices,” Jack offered her opinion and Shepard wrinkled her nose.

“Sex isn’t a vice unless you’re a cop. Or a nun, I guess.” For a moment there was nothing but the whisper of a moleskin sliding gun oil over the alloy of the barrel and then the thump of her bootsoles hit the deck. “It’s fine, Jack. I’m good, for real. Let’s go chase you a ghost or two.”