#aleadamia

it’s not exactly like her pockets felt heavy. perhaps a bit overburdened, the step of usual light feet a touch more weighed down than usual, but nothing so conspicuous that it needed to be said. ALOUD.  

rey blinks, looking up from her drink - head COCKS to the side and she looks him over for a moment before speaking. she does her best to keep her head down, profile low, and her name out of other people’s mouths. the fact that word of her, even seemingly harmless word, is a cause for at least a little bit of concern. maybe it was the kid whos datapad she fixed yesterday. or the guy who just needed someone to recalibrate his ships nav system for a few credits. or - alright, maybe she has been fixing things for people a little more than usual lately.

 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇  ⇢ @aleadamia​

         “good to see you up and moving, nihlus,” a small but genuine smile lights onto to tired features as shepard nods, relieved to the turian once so frighteningly close to death on his feet, even if the scars still appear painfully fresh. (there are deeper wounds too, she knows, ones that won’t ever show on the sharp and bold angles of his alien form, scars left unapologetically by saren’s hand. wounds may hurt, but betrayal aches.) 

so, nihlus I had to think about, which I love because he’s honestly so complex that one in particular doesn’t jump out at me. so I’m torn between him being an avatar of either the End or of the Hunt; which isn’t to say he can’t be linked to both. the more I think about it, the more i’m absolutely in love with the idea of him being one of those soft spoken avatars of death, being so intimately acquainted with it. the End is while one of the most conceptual entities, is one of the most interesting because it’s both unavoidable, but not always frightening to those they encounter. and the more i think about it, the more I think about how perfect the End and the Hunt in tandem are AAAA!! he’s here to usher people towards their death, sometimes peacefully; and sometimes after a long chase, staring down the edge of a gun barrel. i feel that a lot of turians are probably linked with the Hunt (or the Slaughter) in some way, as it would be unavoidable with their strong military ties or being in c-sec.

Arum & Balsamine ! || @aleadamia​​ (src) || accepting

Arum - Has your muse ever been religious? Are they now? Can they be swayed into a faith?

Mordin is religious albeit he does not exactly ascribed to a particular faith. This is relatively recent and came about due to age + his growing awareness of mortality. Priding himself as a man of science, when he was younger — Mordin did not exactly favour the divine ; preferring heavily to hedge his bets on science rather than faith. This changed after everything he had seen during his time in the STG. 

He had an existential crisis of sorts, you could say. What he did, what he had done bothered him tremendously thus he turned back to the pages of religion he once scorned. Real or not, maybe there’s some consolation for the lives he had taken at the end of the day ... Maybe for him as well. 

Balsamine - What is their level of patience, and how hard does one have to push to make your muse snap?

Oh, he’s absolutely patient with others. It comes with age and experience. As a doctor, he’s incredibly used to uncooperative and difficult patients — whether individuals with Iatrophobia (fear of doctors), distrustful aliens (whether species or Mordin himself), or the run-of-the-mill Karen’s (you know the ones). His patience has definitely been honed and perfected to an incredible degree. Of course, it’s not infinite.

Disrupting his job, recklessly endangering others, or if you’re Kirrahe in general are the quickest way to test his patience. Once his patience is thin — you’ll find that he becomes blunter and far more scathing with his remarks. 

from @aleadamia​ :  ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞

 Interesting  is  a  generous  term  for  the  individuals  whose  haphazard  nature  ends  with  being  made  her  quarry.    She  would  never  deign  it  so,  but  little  interest  flutters  within  her  breast  over  the  multitude  of  faces  dispatched  and  destroyed  over  the  years.    Wetwork  only  when  necessary  and  Miranda  arches  a  brow  at  the  SPECTRE  before  her.  

“    Never  thought  I’d  hear  a  Turian  Spectre  call  my  work  INTERESTING.    ”    

Former  work.  Resigned,  retired    —  whatever  one  would  like  to  call  it  and  there  is  little  love  loss  between  a  ramshackle  occupation  laden  with  mystique  and  utter  bile.    Her  time  with  Cerberus  hadn’t  been  the  usual  sort:  necessity,  resources,  and  an  unending  budget  to  pursue  and  if  asked,  Miranda  will  readily  rebuke  those  who  joined  under  the  pretense  of  bigoted  notions.    

    ❀ //        CURIOUS mismatched eyes looked at the turian’s face for a moment, turning his gaze away when he’s looked back at. being curious and intimidated at the same time, is a weird feelinng. but rye’s curiosity definitely has the upper hand now.

“so...” the florist starts, pursing his lips for a moment before he continues talking.

“what do does.. markings on your face mean? are they like tattoos?”