#ve. me.

[serbaird]

@supportary. call.

ㅤ“ You look like an idiot, ” he informed her. A very cute idiot, of course, but Gregor thought that went without saying. He reached up to remove the goggles from over her eyes, at which point he gave her a very handsome -- if not slightly cheeky -- smile. “ I know, I know. That's rich coming from you. ” His impression of her was actually pretty good, and he hoped that it absolutely infuriated her. Casually, as if he had not just made a nuisance of himself: “ What are you working on this time? ”

[serbaird]

@supportary asked: “Can I kiss you?”

ㅤGregor had been hoping she'd ask something like that. It was hard not to. This place, his little hideaway among all the plants and artificial lights of the Normandy's oxygen farm, was nothing like home. But it still felt like old times. Almost. She had gotten very close to him over the course of their conversation today.

ㅤWhere Gregor was leaning with his back against the side of one of the shelving units, packed to bursting with all manner of strange and beautiful flowers that he had brought onto the ship himself, Sylvie had crept to his side. So close that they were almost touching. He felt like a teenager again, heart fluttering away in his chest like a dozen butterflies, watching her with that little, excited smile of anticipation on his lips. Funny how, even after all these years, nothing changed much.

ㅤ“ Please, ” he said, so quietly and with the slightest nod of the head. In the end, Gregor met her halfway, leaning down just as her hand came to rest at his neck, her fingers brushing up through the hair behind his ear. His own fingers grazed her waist, then a moment later his hand settled there instead, keeping her close as she kissed him. It was an easy smile that spread across his lips as he pulled back, just a fraction, to look at her. Sooner still, it turned into a grin. “ You've gotten quite good at that, Fraser. ”

[grenewoden]

@alenk0s asked: things will not always be this way.

ㅤRobin shot Alenko a look of disbelief. “ For thee, maybe. ” Ideals did not last long in the Terminus Systems, though Robin still held onto his as tightly as he could. There was a chance for change, if the Reapers were defeated, but it was slim.

ㅤIt felt foolish to put much stock in the words of an Alliance officer. The Attican Traverse was just as dangerous as Terminus while still being under the Alliance's jurisdiction. Nothing there had changed for the better. Enough empty promises were being thrown around by Terminus' powerful that Robin didn't feel the need to hang his hopes on anyone else's.

ㅤ“ There's always some other rotten figurehead willing to come and make things worse in Terminus. ” He sighed. Stop picking fights where you don't need to. “ But that's later. When you and all your lot get rid of these Reapers. Right now, we just help these people, right? ”

[serbaird]

@highevar. call.

ㅤ“ I'm sorry, I can't quite tell who's in charge around here. ” Not that Gregor had any problems with doing what Shepard told him to, of course. Go here, shoot that, charge them! He could do it all. But the dynamic changed on the ship, and he was not above pointing it out. He said it with a smile, though that hardly made it better. “ You, your brother, Lawson -- lots of choice, I must say. ”

[serbaird]

@supportary asked: kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

ㅤHe had grown ever so fond of the room Sylvie had commandeered for herself. It was a fine little space -- and, truthfully, Gregor was shocked that nobody had swept in and claimed it for themself before her. To think that he had spent weeks on this very ship and still, of all places, settled himself in a room with not a single window in favour of one with a great many plants. It had all worked out, at least. Over the span of their mission -- the doomed one, the one that would likely kill them all -- he had spent plenty of time here after all.

ㅤNow, on the eve of their final mission, he was lounging in one of the comfortable spots that Sylvie had set up for herself. She was resting upon his chest, her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing back and forth across his jawline. Gregor's own fingers were brushing idly through her hair, enjoying the feel of her so close while she was still able. They had come to stargaze -- and Gregor had, for a few moments, surveyed the shining stars in the great depths of space before he cared much more to look upon much closer pleasures. The stars would be there when they returned. There was no saying the same for the both of them.

ㅤ“ I think a celebration will be in order in a couple of days, don't you? For a job well done? We can drink and dance until we can't stand anymore, ” he said, voice low and quiet. Even if it was likely they would die, Gregor was not about to treat it as an inevitability. Life could still go on. There had to be some plan of what came next.

ㅤHe felt Sylvie shift her head to better see him, and did the same so that he might look at her face. The smile he gave her was soft and sweet. “ Or maybe we disappear for a bit. You and me. ” His eyes dropped to her lips, and a moment later, Gregor leaned to kiss her. The hand which had been brushing idly through her hair pressed lightly against the centre of her back, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt.

ㅤThe kiss lingered a good few moments, and then he offered another and another, until finally he pulled back again. But only slightly. His eyes trailed across her face, taking it in while he still had the time.

ㅤ“ What do you say? ” He nudged her nose gently with his own. “ Run away with me for a while? ”