#facedtogether

   “ I’m fine, really. ” She had seen his worried look when Miranda had had to help her back inside after a particularly nasty fight. They had been cornered on Tuchanka while attempting to help Mordin out, a mission that she had KNOWN would get complicated. But she had survived, she was fine, everyone was still alive, that was what counted. So as soon as Chakwas let her leave the medbay, she had chosen to visit Joker. There was a part of her that felt guilt over the fact she had worried him like this. He was already so concerned about her, something she imagined came from the fact he seemed to blame himself for her DEATH. God, if she could make him understand she didn’t blame him for what had happened that day, that she wasn’t mad, wouldn’t change a thing about what she had done ... but it wasn’t that easy, was it? So right now all she could do was make sure he knew she was okay, that she was still ALIVE. 

@facedtogether said: “ i’m not leaving this room. ”

"I know."

It had been a while since Jeff had been so tired. The IV in his arm didn't bother him, or the casts and braces, or the uncomfortable hospital bed- all of those things were things he was used to. But EDI was here, and the war was over.

They could finally breathe. Even if he was currently breathing with a machine nearby making sure his multiple broken ribs didn't make that process too painful for him.

Of course, he had enough painkillers in his system he wasn't sure that would hurt anyway.

Ever since EDI was walking around independently on their free time she'd become more than enthusiastic about learning how people functioned socially. Sometimes the questions were pretty awkward or weird but it was interesting to see how she evolved.

Docked on the Citadel Kaidan was talking with Jeff in the docking bay waiting for the rest of the team to return when EDI walked towards them seeming like she'd have some question or the like, she usually did when they made a stop there. But she smiled looking at them, "I think you two make a very cute couple."

The two had never spoken about them to others even if they'd been together quite some time already, and coming to think of it EDI had seen and heard everything between them ever since they boarded the SR-2. Kaidan was stunned, not because he was embarrassed or unsure, but because there had to be some sort of process on how EDI came to that conclusion, only god knows what sort of questions she's been asking around. Looking at Jeff Kaidan was hoping for a rescue, a witty remark or a sassy comment from him but he was looking at Kaidan clearly expecting him to say something.

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“ Hey, kid. ” Not for the first time, she wonders what the fuck she’s doing. Liara’s profile is harsh and unflinching as she stares at her mother’s gravestone, and she doesn’t show any sign of acknowledgement. She doesn’t even blame her. With the war and everything, she did not have much time to grieve properly. “ I ---- uhm, ” she clears her throat, scratches the back of her neck awkwardly. Almost one thousand years old, and she has no clue on how to deal with this situation. Shit.

What the fuck am I even doing here. What do you even say in these situations?

She takes one step closer to Liara, and is once again mesmerized at the striking similarities she sees in her with Benezia. She loved her ---- boy, she loved her so much ---- and seeing someone else looking like her spitting image makes her happy and sad at the same time. 

“ Your mother loved you a lot. ” She eventually settles on, and almost smacks herself on the forehead for how banal she sounds. She clears her throat again, and lets the silence fall upon them once more. She really does badly in silence, and she’s almost tempted to break the awkwardness with a lewd comment. She doesn’t, thank the Goddess, being almost sure that Liara would not be appreciating it very much. Aethyta sighs, casts her gaze to the horizon. She knows she has no right to be there for Liara, not when she wasn’t there for her whole life (it wasn’t her choice, but it still holds true), not when she should have been. Maybe all of this wouldn’t have happened, if she and Benezia had stayed together. Maybe --- she shakes her head. No reason to cry over spilled milk. They didn’t stay together, and now Benezia is dead. There’s nothing they can do about it.

⌦ @facedtogether​ · Joker sent › ❛ don’t allow the world to take your kindness. ❜

               The reticence is implausibly haunting; Liara misses the creaks, lurches, and vibrations of the Normandy. It is deafening to linger around—forewarned of their forlorn situation, of the lack of intelligence, knowledge, news. Such turbulence causes distress—Liara finds little solace in her sleep, rigged with nightmares and memories; she doesn’t know whether she wants to be awake, or asleep——which one was better? Her humour is sharp, bitter, her lack of socializing proved to be a means of concern; Dr. Chakwas comes to frequent the Shadow Broker’s quarters, for a check-up, to talk, only to see how Liara is cooping—lost in to blank screens and minimal technology to work with. The Asari pulls that mask over her, like a blanket; a façade to ignore the heartache that screams in her head. There is a need for answers. She believes, she knows whatever happened—it worked. It had to. They lost EDI, now just a husk left. What occurred on the crucible? There has been no communication, and not a single sighting of the Reapers; perhaps she should take it. It is, what it is. Liara finds it disheartening to be left in the dark.

               ‘ Don’t allow the world to take your kindness. ’

               It is an extraordinarily simple statement, but it draws Liara’s attention away from her terminals. She knows that voice—more than most. Exasperated, royal eyes turn towards a well-known visage of their pilot; to Joker, Liara has a familiar, downtrodden look that paired with her exhaustion. A smile crosses her lips, faint and solemn. Their gaze is a recognition of melancholy, when there should be a chance of hope—it's an ache, that constricts her heart beyond much reason.

It still hadn’t really set in yet, the reality of it all. The Normandy and a number of her crew were gone...as was her Captain. 

The Alliance had taken so long to arrive that Owen’s attitude towards his superiors had been as cold as whatever fucked-up planet they’d found them on. He was in no mood to be professional, especially when the higher ups seemed so eager to hide the sacrifice of his friends. But they didn’t matter: not right now anyway, he could be angry again in a couple hours.

The lock turned green and the door opened as Owen approached, beret in one hand as the other ran through his hair. He’d expected to see a recovering pilot, which he did, but he hadn’t expected to see a smaller version of the patient sat beside him.

Bars were as much a part of a soldier’s life as any battlefield: whether celebrating or mourning, parting ways or reuniting, military men and women could always find a reason to visit their favourite watering hole. Today was no different.

Owen scanned the room as he entered, seeing many familiar faces but not finding the specific one he was hoping to. I know you’re here. He moved further into bar, greeting former squad mates as he passed through the crowd. After a few minutes of reminiscing - and a couple more drinks than he’d expected - he soon caught glimpse of the man he was looking for. 

➝ @facedtogether​​ said: "Hey... Thanks for still letting me in." Jeff slowly entered her quarters and absentmindedly fed the fish on his way to the lower deck of her cabin before made a hold by the sofa. "Wasn't so sure after our outburst earlier... I know it might not be the right timing for a request like this", he paused to collect his thoughts on how to word what's on his mind as he tapped on his Omni tool to share the location of Tiptree, "but while looking for clues... Do you think we can check out these coordinates along the way? I... I know it's a longshot but..." He wasn't ready to give up hope yet.

    In all honesty for a second she had considered leaving the door locked, telling him to go back to the cockpit and leave her alone but since he had already gone through the trouble of coming upstairs ... she didn’t have the strength or bittnerness to actually turn him away. That didn’t mean she knew how to feel about his presence at the moment though. Knowing Anderson had told him to keep an eye on her, that EDI had revealed to him how high her stress levels were ... she didn’t want to HEAR any of it, didn’t have the time to worry about it or discuss it. Time was running out — for all of them and if she didn’t find some kind of solution to this they would all die. With Cerberus stealing the prothean VI right from under their noses they had once again been defeated and this time the cost was so high she wasn’t sure they could recover from it. “ Wouldn’t do me any good to ignore my own pilot now, would it? ” It was a COLD response, she knew that, but it was the best she could muster at the moment. She was simply too exhausted for anything else.

   She eventually looked up from the datapad in her hands when it became clear he had a request for her, something that was important if he had come all the way up here to ask, especially after their argument. At first she wanted to dismiss his request, tell him they barely had time to figure out where Cerberus was hiding but the moment she recognised the location he had given her ... she hsitated. Tiptree. He was still looking for his family. She sighed, knowing she would have to try wage the risks of diverting from their course to make this specific trip against the risk of destroying their relationship to a point where it couldn’t be FIXED again. She had to see the big picture now, put the needs of the many over the needs of the few except — hadn’t she argued with Mordin about the same issue? That sometimes the small picture mattered? That if one chose to ignore them then the consequences could be disastrous? “ I — I’ll see what I can do. ” She couldn’t PROMISE him anything, if they got a lead on Cerberus, anything that would be too valuable to ignore or allow to slip away they would have to act fast but until then they might be able to find the time to reach the colony.