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John Shepard / @epitomine
The hologram stares across at him disinterestedly. Perfectly capable of making eye contact via the technology, and perfectly looking just to the side. Even the smoke curling up from a seemingly forgotten cigarette appears lazy and disinterested. “Everything I do is for a reason. And that reason is humanity’s survival. You did the same on Torfan - whatever it took. Why shouldn’t I do the same?”
✘. prompts | dragon age starters
from @epitomine : ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
It’s been mere days. Three to be exact, but who's counting ( ? ) besides the woman who carved a man from clay, stitched his sinew into place, and vowed a creator’s protection upon his very soul in the final and disturbing abrupt hours of his new wake.
Half a heartbeat is all it takes for her to be at his side, face wrought with scrutiny. Over his condition or her own design flaws, she won’t say for sure but there is concern muddling in where professionalism lacks.
A palm presses against an armored shoulder — she’ll support if she must, mouth forming into a worried line.
“ Don’t strain yourself, Shepard. ” You’ve barely been alive for less than a week. You’ve been dead a lot longer. The sentiment slips through her, stuttering on a muted tongue as she waits. “ . . . Here, we can rest for a moment. I’ll tell Jacob to scout ahead. ” A careful look gestures to cement stairs before an attempt to lead. She should have had more time with him — to fine tune, to look over any mistakes or mishaps that could have occured. At least another month of healing had been ordered: she documented it well enough. Irritation floods through her veins. Not at him. Perhaps at a cold corpse known as Wilson , but she should have planned for panic towards the end.
“ We can resume when you’re ready. ”
@epitomine sent: “Look, I don’t wanna get into it.”
The mood shifted, stirring aphotic ambience when Shepard quipped—the austere predicament increasing in its severity. Liara is not one to press on the situation, reveling in her own annoyance at the lack of acknowledgement—willpower of others; she’d never admit this. Her thumb and forth-finger resting between her eyes. “I will not ask again, if you are adamant about this.” But Liara wants to know, out of interest and desperation of their cause. John hurled an asteroid into the Alpha Relay—the Reapers, months, years from their Galaxy. It is the dread that threatens to overwhelm her, but Liara insists on pushing back.
All this destruction, would be justifiable—only to give them a little more time. Liara takes into consideration what must be done, what she has done; it’s futile now, to deny the truth. If John does not wish to speak on the matter further, Liara only has one query—despite its answer, she will make her choices. “Then what is our next step, Commander?”
Her voice drained from all sense of wonder, replaced by an assertive diligence. She knows Shepard must return to earth for his crimes against life--the Alliance, the Council, blinded by diplomacy and politics to acknowledge the greater threat of existence. But with her own freedoms assured, the Asari would make the countermoves against their assailants--even with what little she currently has.
Though, Liara would be lying if the entirety of her concern had been dispersed.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @epitomine
MESSAGE: “ i retire for what? five minutes and everything goes to shit? “
" C'MON Shepard , you should know by now that we can't relax for more than a day -- pretty sure your presence draws out every merc in a 20 mile radius. " He hears a bullet whip overhead , and lowers himself further behind cover.
" ANYWAY , I say we see who can take more mercs down ; loser buys drinks afterwards. " Garrus reloads a thermal clip into his rifle , already moving into position. " Or should I say , you'll be buying drinks afterward? "
4 and 13
mun questions
4. What old character would you love to bring back?
EVELYNE and damn it I will one day.
13. Is there one trope you can’t stand?
A few (I'm sure you're shocked). Such as: - Weapon Never Runs Out Of Ammo - Villian Has No Accuracy With Weapon They've Trained With Their Whole Life - She Threw Up, Therefore She's Pregnant - Cuts Hair With No Mirror and It Looks Great - They Took Their Glasses Off and Now They're Hot - "Strong" Women Who Are Either A) Buff Or B) Emotionally Cut Off and That's It. No More Dimension For Her.
A touch starved hug that gets tighter. :) :) :)
@epitomine
It had started out as a playful hug, one Garrus initiated after poking fun at his Commander for his shitty dance moves the last time they were at the Citadel, which seemed like a lifetime ago now. He'd slung one arm over his shoulder, pulling him in rough with a laugh, the human's feet just barley leaving the floor from their difference in height. Though even after Shepard's feet met the ground again, Garrus' arm stayed in its place.
He...didn't want to let go, and neither did Shepard apparently. Garrus wasn't sure who moved first, but before he knew it his chin was resting on top of Shepard's head, both arms tight around his shoulders now. The more they stood, the more they became tangled in one another, a galaxies worth of lost time settling into place in that very moment. "I've missed you." Garrus was startled by his own soft admission sneaking out of his mouth without his permission, but he didn't try to take it back. It was true, and John should know it.
one muse finds out the other is hiding an injury (oh oh. With John hiding the injury. This is my shitttttt <3)
@epitomine
Garrus had learned a great many things about Shepard from all the time the two had spent fighting side by side, some of it well known, and some less so. His reputation, his methods, his victories and defeats, all well known. His favorite gun, the soft spot for his friends, the good that hide beneath the surface, all less known. And then there were the things Shepard thought no one knew, like when he was hiding a fucking injury.
Garrus, much to his dismay, hadn't noticed at first. He wasn't sure when the Commander had gotten hurt, it wasn't enough to change the vitals tagged in his visor much more than normal. Garrus wasn't even sure he was bleeding, but he knew that look on the Commanders face, realized it the moment he took his helmet off after they had returned to the Normandy after their mission.
He watched his friend, studying his movements to make sure of his suspicions. He looked to their other teammate to see if they had seen it as well, but they were already gone, leaving just him and Shepard in the hanger bay. Garrus' mandibles clacked in irritation as he removed his own helmet, watching Shepard try to go about removing his armor without giving anything away.
Garrus came up beside him, slamming his helmet onto the table beside John's. "Aright Shepard, What happened? And don't try to argue with me." His talons clacked against his gauntlets as he went about removing them, setting them beside his helmet. "You may be able to fool everyone else, but not me"
“Please send him my worst regards.”
MY WORST REGARDS. The Contraxian pauses at his choice of words, denying herself the initial pursuit. Her hand itches to do something about their less-than ideal situation, but she hesitates out of the small amount of respect she's garnered for the Commander. There is no sense why this criminal should remain alive, not when she's recognized the other man’s face the minute they touched down on Omega.
A former better, a favored guest of the ring runners; all the Cerberus operative wishes to do is walk down a path matted with sink holes to a revenge she never deemed possible -- not until joining the Normandy.
The pistol starts to weigh heavy. Echo searches the Commander for a mistake in his implication, but it stands to reason that Shepard offering his worst regards is just that: a promise that she may right a few wrongs while someone turns a blind eye. The former fighter exhales, shoulders dropping with unspoken appreciation. She wants to thank him, yet she cannot find the will for flowery terms. Instead she nods, reloading her weapon.. "I owe you, Shepard."
/ @epitomine
