#dosashaan

                                                            “Now, do not misunderstand me;                                                             when I call myself a shell                                                             I mean - a used up bullet casing.

                                                            As in, the aftermath of something lethal.                                                             As in, an echo of inflicted evil.” 

            ryder approaches the angaran, feeling somewhat timid around him. she’s got no reason to be -- evfra is an ally. yet still the pathfinder approaches with caution in her body language, feeling as if one wrong move could break the whole alliance between the angara and the species of the milky way. perhaps that fact that she still doesn’t know much about what might piss off an angara or not is another factor into her slight bout of nerves around him, as well as the resistance leader being quite a high position of power. still, she regains her casual composure around him after al short breath -- he lets her roam the city after all. eventually they might consider each other friends. 

Are there popular head canons for your character that you disagree with? Why?

( I mean, I’m kind of guilty for not looking up a lot of popular headcanons for characters I write because most of them tend to irritate me so I’m not quite sure if there are any I should be aware of.

          ❛ just ... checking in. ❜  ryder stands stiff and AWKARD in the center of the resistance’s headquarters, voice SOFTLY echoing off white walls ( barely loud enough to hear ). she doesn’t know what to do with her arms, and she opts into letting them hang uselessly at her sides. the place always seems to have some kind of ANTISEPTIC quality to the atmosphere —the kind that makes her just uncomfortable enough to be thrown off her guard, and out of her usual, CHILL demeanor.

          rightfully so — she and her crew did show up without warning, a little bit ON FIRE. and, the situation with the KETT doesn’t help. relations between the nexus and aya seemingly have improved DRASTICALLY since first contact, but ryder doesn’t see a blissful, symbiotic alliance with no qualms in the near future. that would be wholly UNREALISTIC, especially in a era mottled with WAR.

well, well —— the angaran leader has CONVICTION. no one can deny him that.

samara squares off against him from the other side of the table, the palm of one hand idly sweeping along the glass countertop —— or whatever it’s really made of. despite the tension that curls around the room and its occupants, the justicar can’t help but feel a strange sense of —— KINSHIP with the angaran. 

they speak the same language, after all: their diplomacy is woven with BULLETS rather than words.

for a long moment there’s silence. then: “you ARE wise, aren’t you?”

    ❛  wouldn’t be doing my  job,  if it  wasn’t. ❜    they have done this before,  their usual back  &  forth.  she always knows when he’s  WEAK;  when his chest is too full for himself, when the weight is becoming too much for one set of atlas shoulders –—

              but even now …

rebellion  looms in the cut of his pupils.  his breathing pulls solid,  too deep an inhale, spreading the spider shards of  FATIGUE  to somewhere,  anywhere  else  (  usually his gut, like a stone rolled into place  ).

there is care in the tenderness of her voice,  &  steel where his eyes meet it.

    ❛  i slept the day before last,  longer than usual.  i don’t need a break.  ❜

           An Angaran like no other, built of   iron   and   titanium,   constructed from cold metals to shield the warmth far beneath.     (    His parents should have named him after Voeld for the icy exterior.    )      Evfra de Tershaav.      The figure of a son you never anticipated.

                  This was not the first time your words fell to defiance and it wouldn’t be the last either. He could crumble to ash in your very hands and still claim he could stand and fight.        How      stubborn.

He breathed war,       a  tragedy  of  death  placed in his palms to demand of him every fraction of himself wholly to a cause. It was no way to live. And less a way to die.

               “ The Resistance won’t    fall apart    if you take some time to sleep, Evfra. ” 

        The stars did not descend to litter the eyes of your people to meet his gaze with such indifference. You would not allow him to come apart at the seams, just as he would not for you. And cautious steps in approach follow your words with the ever present calm that shrouds you. 

              A hand finds his shoulder in both an act of support and guidance as you gift your words to him again   -- 

attraction meme _ acc

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeAesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

ooo gee wonder what inspired this :3c