Aug 24, 2023
Love bites 🥹
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Love bites 🥹
One thing was for sure -- he didn't hate touching her. In fact, after calibrating, it probably was his most venturous and rewarding passtime. He wasn't strictly into the appeal of eternity and encompassing it, but by the time he managed to run his fingers along those soft hips of hers, he was sure that testing his flexibility and reach was not going to be a chore. She was more than aptly prepared to let him explore just what those fingers could accomplish. Turns out she's a researcher to the end
SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM BAAAANSHEEEEE SCREAM EVEN
YOU ARE A SAINT ABOVE ALL OTHERS
do u understand larrus exists nowhere ever like NEVER there's like one fic in existence (it's actually extremely good tho so BLESS) but
THIS IS WHY
I LOVE YPOU RWG7HLADFHQ0BGRVLOADGSOUBFAIOSPBP
(Hi! Friendly neighbourhood anon here. A bit of a Garrus/Liara drabble coming your way, in four parts. I'm not sure I got the characterization right (or even close) but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Have a great day!)
When the door opens behind Garrus he doesn't even turn to look. "I'm still calibrating, Shepard," he says. And I don't think I'll ever be finished, he adds silently. This earns him a small, demure chuckle, and Garrus' head whips around, because that certainly wasn't Shepard. Liara stands in the doorway, arms hanging by her sides, a smile on her face. "Liara!" Garrus exclaims, certainly taken aback. The last time they had seen each other was on Illium... And she hadn't even said hello. “What are you doing here?” he asks, and she shrugs, face not giving anything away, which was so unlike the Liara he knew. Or used to know. He didn’t seem to want to admit how the rejection had stung him, so he set his expression to match her, closed, and crossed his arms. “Well,” Liara says as the smile drops away. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t calibrate yourself to death. Do you know you’ve been at this gun for over two hundred hours? The way she says it, simply, like this was just common knowledge, like it wasn’t a big deal that she was keeping track of his movements makes a shudder roll down his spine. For a minute, he’s lost in memories of the battlefield, fighting and watching in awe as his attacks lined up with hers. No, as their movements, themselves, lined up together. Like they were half of the same person. He’s brought back to the present by a hand, her hand, on the destroyed part of his face, a touch he leans into because he never realized he wanted her touch so badly before. Liara leans forward, brings her other hand to cradle his jaw, and whispers: “I thought I lost you.” He reaches out, tentatively at first, to hold her, and whispers back: “Me, too.”
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ANON PLS
TELL ME WHO YOU ARE
SO I CAN LOVE YOU
YOU ARE SO PERFECT OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH????? DFHUIODHASUFAHJALDHLHDNASJO