!!! I didn’t even get any notifications that you’d asked me stuff! D: But, thank you for the ask! <3 For our trash ship –
Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa
They both do on occaision, and neither of them let the other live it down for a good long while :)
Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them
Gosh, not Traesa, so…would Revas? If so, that is a fantastic mental image, especially since I could see him playing it off as writing his own name :p
Who starts the tickle fights
Revas 100%, he knows Traesa’s bullshitting when she says she’s not ticklish
Who starts the pillow fights
Traesa, with no warning or mercy
Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile
Traesa, though she’d deny it to her dying day :p
Who mistakes salt for sugar
Traesa, every. Single. Time.
Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning
Traesa, & she feels bad every single time
Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines
Revas, w the cheesy pick-up lines and insults bc they make Traesa grin even when she rolls her eyes
Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order
Traesa wouldn’t, so maybe Revas when he got bored???
Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies
Traesa, with no shame AT ALL :)
Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion
Revas’s semi-romantic ass, 100%
Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen
Both?? Revas is probably better at it than Traesa tho, who just does random swirls and dots
Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation
Traesa; she’s coming home with SOMETHING
Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines
Revas, probably just to mock Traesa’s lack of attention to detail and flaunt his own knowledge (he’s probably stunned by how well she actually knows him n_n “Didn’t know you cared.” “I don’t! It’s just - shut up.” lmao)
For OC Kiss Week, I decided to write my buddy @capt-spangles a small thing feat. her Revas and my Traesa. :)
Machines had always been easy to fix for Traesa. She was good at finding the smallest of flaws in an otherwise functional mechanism, had gotten used to tearing projects apart before they could blow up in her face. Which was why, on a cold night that was perfect for hand-holding and blanket-sharing and apologizing, Traesa sat hunched over a malfunctioning trap in a cold room, pretending she didn’t know where her mistakes were.
The floor creaked softly behind her under a heavy boot, but she didn’t look up, instead concentrating on removing the small piece of metal that was jamming the arming mechanism with a thin pair of tweezers. There was a quick exhale of breath, half-laughter and half-scoff, and a quick succession of steps brought the presence nearer, until she could feel him looking over her shoulder, the heaviness of his gaze on her. Still, she remained focused on the aberrant piece of metal, thinking, just a little more -
“Guess you’re still mad at me.” The piece of metal gave in to her ministrations, and she held it up to the candlelight, frowning. She still didn’t have to look to know the frustrated look that accompanied Revas’s grumbled words. He eased back on his heels and Traesa gave a thought to what he could be doing with his hands - running them through his hair or setting them on his hips or balling them into fists.
Then she shoved the thought out and put her tweezers to the side. “Who said I was mad?” Her words were even, almost calm. Again, that soft breath of sound, nearly amused and nearly scornful.
He stepped closer again, and when he spoke his words were sharp. “Don’t give me that shit!” There was a beat of silence, in which Traesa remained very still and Revas sighed. “An idiot could tell something’s been bothering you. How many times do I need to apologize - ”
“Only an idiot says sorry when he doesn’t know what for.” She interrupted him easily, her words like knives, matching his sharpness.
“I don’t -- “ His tone turned helpless for an instant, then he paused and sighed more heavily. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend I know shit because you won’t tell me shit, but based on the cold shoulder you’ve been giving me recently, I’m gonna guess it has something to do with me. I just -- I -- “ She looked at him then, saw the way his jaw was clenched, his eyes boring holes in the floor as he struggled to find the words he wanted. “I care. I care you’re upset and I care you’re hurt and since you won’t tell me why all I can do is just stand here. And say sorry. And care. Like an idiot.” The words were scornful but hollow, and when he lifted his head to meet her gaze his eyes were golden and full of a fierce kind of longing, an emotion for which there were a thousand names and no words.
Traesa pushed back from her worktable and stood, mouth worked into a frown, eyes darting from Revas to the walls of her half-repaired room, roaming over the debris in which she made her home. “I’m not - “ She began strongly, defensively, then huffed out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. “I’m not used to this.” She gestured casually to him and them and the space in between with one half-gloved hand. “I mean I’m still. Getting used to this. Us. Whatever.” A furrow appeared between his brows and he opened his mouth, but she stopped him with an open palm. “I, ah. Was wrong. Wasn’t you, it was - stupid. Me. Being stupid.” She paced as she spoke, not looking at him. “Which is rare! But still, I...thought maybe you’d want a break. From me.” Her pacing stopped with her words, and she looked at Revas with her chin up and her eyes hard, braced for an impact.
Revas returned her look, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised, then rolled his eyes. “Who’s the idiot? ‘A break’ - from what, you dumbass?” Traesa’s eyes narrowed, but before she could make a retort he’d crossed the room in two quick steps, grabbed her around the waist, and covered her mouth with his own. Her fingers flew up to rest on his shoulders, but any idea of pushing him away evaporated as he pressed her closer, replaced by a dozen thoughts as to what he could be doing with his hands -
She pulled back, heart hammering, her fingers bunching the cloth that rested over his shoulders. He ran the edge of his tongue along his bottom lip and grinned wolfishly as her eyes followed the movement. “I kinda like being around you.” He told her, leaning down to bump his forehead against her’s, his eyes molten gold in the low candlelight. “Even when you’re being stupid. I’ll let you know when I’m looking for a break.”
Traesa hesitated, searching his face. They didn’t feel fixed, the two of them: there were too many broken pieces and jagged edges. The chances of a major malfunction was ridiculously high. Still, watching the way his mouth eased into a smile as he rocked her closer, Traesa decided that there wasn’t anything wrong with a couple of explosions now and then.
7, 15, 16, and 31 for the mass effect questions! ^v^
Yay! cx Thanks so much for the ask!
7. Preferred class?
Prefered class is definitely infiltrator! I really like playing as a vanguard in ME3 as well though (it’s a close second). <3 Basically though, I need my sniper rifles (the M-98 black widow is my favorite).
15. Virmire: Ashley or Kaidan?
Tough one! I usually keep Kaidan alive because I’d rather have a sentinel instead of a soldier (I rarely use my soldier squadmates).
16. MAKO: Die in a fire or best thing ever?
Oh gosh. XD I’ve only ever played on a computer, so my experiences with the Mako always ended in me cursing its existence. That being said, the Mako and I are better friends than me and the Hammerhead.
31. Favorite team member overall?
Gotta go with Garrus (he was the first person I romanced and he’s near and dear to my heart). I really like Tali and Legion too though. ;w;
capt-spangles replied to your post:[[MOR] So I was driving to work this morning and...
dude there’s a wasp in my kitchen rn and i want to die. all i want is to make a bagel, not face down hell-spawn in insect form
Right, so the only way to defeat a wasp is through subtle subterfuge and guerilla warfare tactics. You’re going to need a piece of string, a nail file, a staple, and about 12 gallons of H2SO4...
kiss from all my lavellans to traesa, especially aelin! <3 <3
Sure!! :DD
For Aelin, Traesa would give him a kiss on the forehead (they may not be related by blood, but she thinks of him as a brother of course), on the nose (he can always make her smile no matter what <3), on the knuckles (she’s always worried about him omg), and on the fingertips (because she really does care about him, which is why she’ll kick him in the ribs when he’s being lazy :p)
For Sylvi & Myra, Traesa would give them a kiss on the cheek (bc she counts the two of them as friends, although by the Conclave they’ve grown apart a bit from when they used to play together as children) and on the knuckles (she knows they can take care of themselves, but they’re also squishy mages and anyone who messes with them is getting a couple arrows in them).
For Revas, Traesa would give him a kiss on the eyelids (more like ‘You piss me off’), on the lips, on the neck (Traesa’s possessive ass trying to be chill enough for a FWB relationship is such a disaster to behold), over the wrist (she’s told him ‘You’re lucky I like your face too much to fuck it up permanently’ many many times), on the nails (it’s really hard to think of a way in which they haven’t hurt each other?? Short of murder…), on the stomach, bite.
