#bi0tic

      𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑬𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵, uttered in a tone that she's never heard from jack before. truthfully, kira hadn't been sure jack was capable of producing that soft, quiet honesty, the exhausted sincerity poured into each word. it begins with a discussion of cerberus, coaxed by the files she manages to accumulate regarding pragia, and then conversation drifts towards the illusive man. shepard finds it’s easy to speak with jack, that the instinct to cloak her thoughts in more diplomatic phrases, in less blunt terms fades. 

      it’s easy to speak with jack, shepard realizes, and despite the occasional curse or sharp phrase, jack is a good listener. 

     however, the woman’s simple confession makes her pause, teeth plucking at the corner of her lip for a long moment. “it’s easier when there’s no one you care about,” gaze drops to her fingers, her thumb absently tracing along the back of a scarred hand, “it’s..terrifying to think about losing people, people that you love.” she sees a face in her mind’s eye before she can help it, blinks hard to push the thought away. those sorts of thoughts are no use, not now. her gaze lifts to meet jack’s, absorbs the angular beauty of her face behind the markings and colors and lines. “i’m sorry that you don’t have anyone left, jack. that’s worse than being afraid.” 

             *      @bi0tic​​       …       ❝ you’re being taken advantage of!  ❞ 

                     re   :    sentence meme    /   accepting.

           ❝               you think i don’t know that?      ❞       mouth   pressed   into   a   thin   line   as   she   growls,   with   clenched   jaw   and   fists; she   knows   jack   is   just   trying   to   warn   her.      after   all,   both   of   them   are   entangled   in   cerberus   for   far   too   many   reasons,   against   their   will.      it’s   a   point   of   familiarity            —            and   of   tension.

                           ❝    ———     that’s my girl .    ❞

          hair  pulled  out  of  the  way  into  a  messy  ponytail,    she  falls  into  a  defensive  stance,  grinning  with  teeth  bared.  

                 ❝       let’s  see  if  you  really  hit  as  hard  as  you  think  you  do.    ❞

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇  ⇢ @bi0tic​

       “𝑾𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 settled in somewhere else, you know,” bright gaze sweeps the quiet, dark chamber, slender form leaning absently against the wall before she looks back to jack, “unless, of course, this is your top pick.” it’s quiet here, shepard thinks, more isolated than the rest of the ship. from the review of jack’s dossier, she suspects the woman before her with limbs laced with tattoos and piercings like sprawling ivy may prefer it that way. truthfully, shepard can’t blame her: silence has been a steady companion to her all these years. 

     “feel free to make your way around, meet the rest of the crew,” she adds and works a sore shoulder in its socket, wincing quietly, “we’re...sort of an odd bunch, but everyone here is the best at what they do.” her eyes gently lock with jack’s, followed by a small nod. she is beautiful, kira thinks, but it’s a savage kind of beauty, the sort informed by no opinion save her own. “it’s a good team, jack, and i’m glad you’re part of it.” 

x.

     𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 &. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋.     they outrun the shrapnel, not the sound.  she swears,  a fraction of a second longer  &.  the sliding door might’ve picked a fight with the heel of her boot.   but it doesn’t come to that.  foolish to think there’s a moment to catch breath;  there's NOT.   &.  here’s why.     the heaving figure is no kinder in the close light of day than in her cold distance.  miranda had seen.  she’d flung guards mercilessly,  flayed all who so much as stepped in her path.   𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃.  unstoppable force meets immovable object.  well.  three immovable objects,  if we’re counting.  shepard,  jacob,  and the officer all folded arms, narrow gaze.  chances are?   the convict's not gonna like this.

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