#unorthodoxsaint

[halevuni]

"Well, when you say it that way, thank you," he snaps back, "but I don't need to be saved." Kaidan doesn't even know what he's being saved from, honestly, and he doesn't recall being shot.

In fact, it isn't until he's got his chest armor off that he realizes there's a hole in his underarmor that's got blood, for lack of a better word, pouring from it. The moment he sees it, the pain hits him like a wrecking ball.

"I did. I didn't know I did, but I guess I did," he replies blankly as he begins to strip so that he could remove the underarmor blocking easy access to the wound.

[is2keelah]

unorthodoxsaint:

"Because even when we do, it always ends the same." Horrible memories of the sushi restaurant flickered through his mind. Falling through the fish tank- nobody ever let him live that down.

"Once you set foot on the Normandy, you’re cursed for life. You can’t have nice things. Galaxy won’t allow it."

        "You know, I really thought that with the tropical climate we might actually get to ENJOY our time off the clock... Little did I know that you were going to barge in on my wandering and blow the place up!"

[darkchanneled-blog]

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"No, you wouldn’t. Because the Collectors are a damn problem you started. You can play up your superiority complex all you like. You’re just a filthy fucking bug. You don’t have a soul."

   Snorts.

              "Oh, yes, of course. How could I ever forget.     It seems I've also forgotten that I've left 'abduct more humans' on my schedule for three o'clock, and 'worship the Reapers' at four. Then, maybe I will go brood some more about this problem that I completely and utterly willingly started, begging the Reapers to indoctrinate me so that I could do it, because that is how indoctrination works, one hundred percent. But of course, I could not do that if I do not have a soul, silly me."

         Rolls his eyes and turns away, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like 'stupid human'. 

[unorthodoxsaint]

No. No, it wasn’t good. He was confused, and afraid, and naked.

With unadulterated horror clear in his expression, Shepard scrambled to the very edge of his mattress, maximizing the distance between Segen and himself. Wide-eyed and trembling, he pulled his blankets up to his chest, hoping to hide as much of his naked body as humanly possible. 

What if she touched me? What if she touched… down there?

A high pitched, timid whine escaped his lips. Momentarily, he considered launching Segen off his bed with a biotic kick. …But what if the blankets flew up from the sudden movement, exposing everything? He needed an adult; he needed Anderson. He took a deep breath, trying and failing to calm himself before he initiated plan: Preserve Dignity.

"L-Look over there! It’s… Javik! And he wants to join us!"

Shepard used that time to grab his bed sheet, roll off the bed, and dart into his bathroom, locking the door behind him. With the thin fabric still wrapped around his waist, he leaned against the wall and caught his breath, ignoring any sounds from the outside. Suddenly, however, realization hit him like a slap to the face.

Fucking idiot! Why the hell didn’t I run to the elevator?! 

Trapped in his bathroom, Shepard fell to his knees, buried his face in his hands, and sobbed. 

[conxuer-blog]

┊◣N7◥┊

   It was just another morning hung over, head pounding and naked in someone's bed, probably a stranger. Her question had been spoken without thought as she tried to wake up, vision blurry, hair tousled. But her few moments of blissful ignorance is ended when he scrambles away and suddenly vague flashes of the previous night run through her head and she realizes just whose bed she's in.

      Oh. . .

 She's about to open her mouth and say something when she notices just how scared he looked there on the edge of the bed. She watches him make for the bathroom after glancing at the door for said Prothean and a surprising amount of concern lances through her when the door slams shut. Had she done something wrong? Most of the night was a blur so she wasn't sure. . .

  Oh god- she hadn't forced herself on him had she?

 The very thought is  enough to make her stomach turn and he has to swallow down bile to reassure herself that no. Even drunk, she'd never do something so atrocious as that. So . . .what was wrong?

 Getting out of the bed she searches for her clothes and finds only her shirt, pants and underwear. Pulling it all on, she foregoes searching for the bra in favor of slowly approaching the bathroom door. In doing so, the sound of sobbing hits her and her heart squeezes. He sounds like he's on the floor so she sinks to her knees to get to his level, palms resting against the door as she speaks up.

 "Valentin?" She says through the metal to him. "Valentin, I- Please talk to me. . ."

 She remembers what he told her about his past then; That guy-The lieutenant if she recalls correctly-had done. . things to him as a kid. . He'd trusted her with this information and then they both got fucking drunk and she was pretty damn sure she'd initiated it. He'd trusted her with that and she'd gone and done something like this. Of course, they were both adults, they had made their own drunken decisions, but that didn't make it okay. 

 Segen has to swallow down the need to vomit again and she finds herself shaking. Whether this was from dehydration,nausea,emotion or a combination of the three was left to be determined.

   "I-Let me get you your clothes." She's trying hard not to panic. "Okay? Its cold in there."  

   Please stop crying. I'm sorry.

[unorthodoxsaint]

"You think he actually gives a damn about me? As a person, I mean- not just a grenade on legs. I know I’m his favorite weapon to lob at enemies the second shit hits the fan. But you really think he cares?" He fought back the urge to smile. "That’d be… nice. I-If he did. Which I doubt."

"I worry sometimes, you know? That he’s just using me. So I appreciate the reassurance. …If you still want that steak, I’ll buy." 

[conxuer-blog]

┊◣N7◥┊

     The commander chuckled softly as she listened to him talk.

 It was. . .nice to see him in a mood that wasn't aggressive or he wasn't saying something that sounded like he'd rather be spaced again than be around her. Sometimes she forgets that he's got this side of him that's almost vulnerable.

 "Valentine," She begins. "Anderson is not that kind of man and you and I both know it. He's alot of things- Courageous, honest, kind. . . But manipulative just isn't there." She leaned over with a smile. "You wanna know something? My Anderson once told me that it was a habit of his to check up on me through reports and calls to my crew, and I'm willing to bet you a years worth of chocolate that your Anderson does the same for you. He cares. . .trust me."  

 His offer though, has her blinking in surprise. She certainly wasn't expecting that. . . But her smile returns and she nods.

 "Yeah, I'd like that. . .How about we get two for carry out and take them back to my cabin?" She laughed. "We'll get you a couple of those bitch drinks you like and a few beers for me and watch shitty vids."

 It was a hobby of hers, watching old vids that were cheesy and had way too much blood and terrible acting; Whether they were horror, action or otherwise. She actually had a few in mind already that she thought he'd like.

 Besides, when she and Valentine had all this stress weighing them down constantly, it was important to take breaks like this.

                   "If you want, that is." 

[conxuer-blog]

An End Once and For All • Unorthodoxsaint

┊◣N7◥┊

    There is a moment in which all is nothing; There is no sound nor sight. She can't even feel her own heartbeat and it's like she's weightless. The last thing the commander remembers is the piercing red light of a reapers beam, screams. . .then nothing.

              Had she died? Just like that?

 These are unspoken questions that are quickly answered when she's slammed back into reality.

 Everything comes back in a sudden rush. Memories, Realization, Pain- God the pain. Her entire body was screaming out, blood bruises and wounds marring her flesh. Was this her own blood she was lying in or someone else's?

 Shepard's ears ring and her vision is blurry but after another moment she can focus enough to roll to her knees, fighting the urge to vomit and or pass out as she stands slowly, located pistol in hand and her gaze focusing enough to realize that all she saw was bodies. . .

 Bodies and overturned tanks and that damned beam whose light bore into her eyes. And then she realizes she's missing someone. Someone she didn't really want to deal with this without. Perhaps she could. But she didn't want to. Not when he'd been through all of the same bullshit she had to get here.

 Her hand presses to one of the more serious wounds, this one on her side, as she gives a hoarse call as loud as she can over the din of distant battle around her. Even as she did this, things seemed to move in slow motion before her eyes.

                    "Valentin?!" 

[dr-mordin]

The Musical

unorthodoxsaint

Mordin's shiny passenger ship landed on the capitol of the Vol protectorate, and he donned his vital pressure suit before leaving the ship; Irune's atmosphere was only breathable to Volus. It was unfortunate that they chose here for the production, what with the ammonia-based atmosphere. It may have been a cross-species production, but there were many better planets they could have chose. Thessia, Dekuuna, Sur'Kesh, Earth, all were good choice, and that's only counting homeworlds. Their atmosphere and weather conditions were survivable to most sentient species.

Mordin noticed a sight most uncommon to him: Volus outside pressure suits. It must be common for Volus, whose native planets support them, but it was new to most other races. He figured he must be the one that gets funny looks in public, with him wearing a large, unwieldy suit. In his luggage were essential foodstuffs, hygiene supplies, his script for the role he was to be playing and various phials and tubes: he has no intention of ignoring his work, despite the production he was to be performing. Quietly, Mordin waited at an overpriced and diminutively sized snack bar in the Lenos docking bay, and waited patiently for Shepard to arrive