seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from China
❛ i’m stubborn , i always take the hard way . ❜
"Looks like it," which was probably why he was less-than-enthusiastically booking her to a temporary C-Sec holding cell.
"Can I therefore assume you're gonna make this really annoying for me, or will you make my day go smoother? I'll get you lunch or something if you do. My treat."
"Don't you wanna be happy and have a family?"
"That's implying I'm not happy here saving the Galaxy."
It was an unfortunately dismal answer, one that Garrus knew as soon as it left his mouth that it didn't come off as fun and leisurely as he wanted it to: killing Geth, tracking down rogue spectres, observing atrocities across the Milky Way. Not all it was cracked up to be.
He regarded Kaidan for a moment before blue eyes turned down. "I'm not much of a... family type. That requires meeting a partner, or being good with kids. I'm pretty bad at both."
"What about you, Lieutenant? ...You got a better shot at that than me?"
“He probably already has a girlfriend, anyway.” / from tali
It was very clear where she was staring-- and longingly so-- at the back of Commander Shepard's head. He was off talking with some old Alliance crew that had shown up for the party on the Citadel, a squad now happy to partake in the drinks and revelry. They earned it. Garrus had stuck with Tali, of course, keeping the Quarian company with their dextro-immunized drinks while they tried not to get stared at at a now predominantly human party.
Her more so than him. Garrus was seeing it better now, the way people looked at Quarians.
And obviously the way this Quarian stared at Shepard. His mandibles pressed into his cheeks. "I don't know if he's the, uh... the 'girlfriend' type. Pretty married to his job." A talon scratched at his fringe absently, awkwardly. "Not to say he wouldn't-- I mean, you're a catch."
"...I don't know. Are you really interested-?"
@everwar.
The agitation that had put an uncomfortable spring in Garrus’ step seemed to be slowly bleeding out of him once they left Doctor Saleon’s ship. His rigid posture was faltering, he wasn’t so often checking his sight lines. They left his body for Alliance pickup.
Garrus was quiet during debriefing. The first words out of him that weren’t pulled came when Shepard found herself alone, after his talons tapped the wall next to her in an announcement of his presence. “Commander.”
“Can we talk? If you’re... not busy.” He paused to look at the ground for a moment, his hand returning back to rest on the opposite elbow.
“You were right. I want to apologize.”
@born-of-loss / Reina.
Garrus Vakarian had been escorting her home from work for a couple days now; he didn’t need to, but it was becoming a pleasant part of his routine. Something quiet after a day of beating his head against a desk.
This time he had a box in his hands as he met her outside the Consort’s chambers. “Question: do you know what donuts are?”
"I left you with six adult Tamagotchis in perfect health! And by the time I came home, they were all dead. You have to like actively murder them in order for that to happen!" - Reina [ why tf not? ]
"Unshackled Artificial Intelligence is largely illegal here on the citadel. It was for your own good that I starved them."
"...Also, I forgot."
“Commander, thank goodness you’re here. I found something. It was hiding out in the vents in the cargo hold... making noises.”
He’s standing awkwardly, neck craned back, walking up extremely carefully-- mostly because there’s a tiny hairy thing poking its eyes out from underneath the lip of the cowl of his armor. Two tiny ears. A cat.
“I was going to space it, but... it’s made itself hard to dislodge now.”
@omuses / Wyatt.
Send a symbol for your muse to find mine… ⭐️- Stargazing
He didn't often make use of the observation window in the cargo hold; it was generally closed, and Garrus was often busy. It was always easier to throw himself into his work.
but it was late, everyone else had retired, and he found himself sitting on a crate next to that broad window. His talons hooked together in his lap, his visor scanning nearby star clusters, looking for constellations he'd never seen before.
"I've never been out in dark space for so long." Garrus heard his CO coming, her footsteps unique in its gait. He checked over his shoulder before blue eyes turned back to the observation window. "Definitely not this far out. Last time was... the trip I took out from Palaven to the Citadel. I was... sixteen, I think."
"Never thought of myself as a homebody, but... this is almost scary."
