#awkend

[elusivehumanity]

a memo for @awkend

“What exactly are you? How did you break out of the Collector hive mind? Really, I have so many questions. You are something...someone I would very dearly like to meet. And that’s not an offer I tend to make. The knowledge you carry is invaluable.” 

[paragonchose]

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇  ⇢ @awkend​

    𝑷𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑫 and her teeth grit hard enough to make her jaw ache, unflinching gaze centered down the barrel. hardly the way shepard prefers to make an introduction, but her heart is racing within the confines of her ribs, pounding up all the way to slender throat. “just...just who, what, are you?” she suspect she knows the answer already, but even her instincts aren’t to be trusted on omega. 

    “you? you’re the one helping those kids?” mind rushes with equal confusion and curiosity, though features remain stony, unyielding. however, the pistol lowers a fraction of an inch. good work is good work, regardless of who’s doing it. “let’s have a chat.” 

[wieldsit]

❝ we can’t all be as graceful as you. ❞

❝  maybe,  ❞  he  admits.  it's  true.  very  few  are  able  to  do  what  he  does  and  get  away  with  it,  unscathed,  out  of  harm's  way.  dodging  gunfire  and  whatever  else  might  get  thrown  at  you  in  the  wide  expanse  of  the  galaxy  is  not  a  talent  that  comes  naturally;  it  has  to  be  learned.  he  doesn't  think  he's  ever  fallen  down  on  account  of  his  own  clumsiness  in  his  entire  life.  thane  can't  help  the  look  he  gives  ilyan:  once  quickly  up,  once  quickly  down,  appraising,  considering.  ❝  i  could  try  teaching  you,  if  you  wanted.  ❞  he's  taught  others:  mouse  comes  to  mind,  alongside  other  drala'fa,  who  needed  to  know  their  way  around,  how  to  bend  and  not  break.

the last of us part ii.

[turianrebel-archived]

"don't get yourself killed out there, garrus. the universe would be a duller place without you."

❝  LIKEWISE  ,  ILYAN  .  ❞  they’re  the  first  ones  down  in  the  shuttle  bay  ,  waiting  on  shepard  ,  waiting  for  the  next  mission  to  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  ,  and  ilyan’s  words  are  a  soothing  reassurance  of  friendship  before  they  head  out  .  ❝  you’re  MORE  than  an  asset  to  this  crew  — —  you’re  my  friend  .  don’t  make  me  go  into  these  battles  without  you  .  ❞  garrus  pauses  ,  considers  ,  before  he  leans  in  and  gently  bumps  his  forehead  against  ilyan’s  .  a  bonding  ,  grounding  gesture  ,  very  turian  in  nature  ,  but  hopefully  understood  . 

[galaeus]

random starters from this meme. / @awkend​

            “ Knowing too much about other people weakens you. You are forced to understand their reasons for doing things. “

[elusivehumanity]

"I have to do this.”

"Oh? How interesting. Do what, exactly? You are a unique being. I am very interested in what you supposedly have to be doing."

[omegasalpha]

[ @awkend​​ ]

𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.   There were few things that bothered her quite as much as not knowing something ;  information was power,  and there was no individual on Omega that had as much power as her.  For a while,  she’d skirted along on not knowing the specifics of this situation — a Collector on Omega,  no wonder people were talking — but it had gotten to the point where not knowing more was getting under her skin.  Henchmen turned up dead or without information or proof,  the subject — the supposed rogue Collector — yet again elusive,  enigmatic.

Ironic that it would be a child that would lead her to it.  So much for the competence of her lackeys.

Aria is in a rare position ;  away from her perch at the top of Afterlife,  somewhere in the dingy catwalks and streets between apartments.  In her right hand is a tinier one,  grimy little chitin-y clawed fingers held in hers. A turian child,  leading her to a supposed insectoid friend,  all too happy to help her,  a woman who was not unlike a super-hero of sorts  (their word,  not hers)  to the street-rats in every other alleyway.

❝ Alright,  Kaevus, ❞  Aria says to her current small companion when they finally stop,  her face impassive but eyes darting to every dark corner,  ❝ Where’s your friend? ❞

[cerberusofficer]

“    interesting.     ”      there  lies  a  smidgen  of  hesitation  between  the  rampant  intrigue  that  courses  through  engineered  veins.    and  that  smidgen    at  the  ready  biotics  and  yet  this  is  wholly  different,  a  pulsating  energy  that  registers  far  different  than  those  of  the  being’s  before  likeness.    a  quick  hand  stay,  mouth  gnarled  into  a  confused  pout.    “    --   can’t  say  i’ve  ever  had  the  privilege  of  not  being  attacked  by . . .   well,  those  that  look  like  you.   ”     @awkend​