#maximumrevolution

[Whoo, finished this in just about the knick of time. This is for my friend @stormcallart, whose birthday I very nearly missed thanks to my chaotic schedule. This is her Reyna Shepard. <3] 

Morning coffee, Reyna Shepard’s eyes bleary and half-lidded as she tried to wake up. It was the instant shit, not anything good, but it got the job done if she could just make herself swallow it down.

A hand landed lightly on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You were yelling in your sleep,” Garrus said as he slid into the chair next to her, nursing his own turian concoction, a mixture of caffeine and something that smelled vaguely like cinnamon to Shepard, but also a little bit like toothpaste. It made instant coffee that much more appealing.

“Shit, again? Was I… upset?” She didn’t remember any particular nightmares from the night before, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. They always were, lurking, waiting to take her off guard. It was usually that same little kid, always out of reach, but there were other faces sometimes too. Even sleep wasn’t safe, but that was what made coffee that much more brilliant.

To her relief, Garrus chuckled and shook her head. “You were pissed as hell, Shepard. Something about Reapers and your space hamster.”

Vague memories drifted back into her head. “They made a husk out of him! Those bastards.” Slamming her fist into her palm, she took her final sip of cup one before pouring another, watching the sludge fall to the bottom. Delicious.

“So did you get those Reapers in the end?” Always invested in her stories, even when they were half-baked dreams, Garrus leaned forward and placed a hand on her knee under the table, running his hand up and down the cloth of her pants.

“Oh, I got them, and I got my revenge. I mean, I don’t remember what that was, but I’m pretty sure I got it,” she continued, looking up at the ceiling in an effort to try to recall the exact details. The harder she tried, the more they seemed to slip away. “You know, my therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge… We’ll see about that.”

A moment of silence descended over their morning contemplations before Garrus broke off into laughter until he couldn’t breathe, wheezing slightly and mandibles flaring outward, twitching even after he had managed to gather himself back together. “You saw a therapist, Shepard? You? Ms. Emotional Openness of a Krogan?”

“Laugh it up, Vakarian. I was a kid.” A teenager, actually. “We moved around a lot, and my parents were worried about my stability.”

“Your stability? No, never.”

Grumbling, Shepard threatened to throw her coffee at Garrus, making him push his chair back hastily and jump up, sending a smile spreading across her face, deep into her different colored eyes. “Guess I never changed.” That same therapist would have something to say about it, but they had left his station behind when she was fifteen and she never saw another one again. Probably for the best.

“Coffee burns, Shepard! Burns are bad.” Still standing a safe distance away, Garrus edged closer to her, reaching for his own mug and taking a cautious sip, shuffling slowly until he was by her again.

“Thank you, Doctor Vakarian. I had no idea.” Her second cup was drained and gone, which meant it was time for the day to start. She stood with a sigh, body unfolding itself slowly. As she did so, Garrus pulled her close, resting his head on top of hers, brushing a kiss right on the crown of red hair at the top.

You do that too? Thought I was the only one who edited while writing! I also do my best writing while tipsy/drunk lol Just throw the words on the page and worry about the rest later xD

I definitely do that. It can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, especially when I’m spending more time trying to think of *the* perfect word or the perfect way to describe the thing I see in my head and end up only managing to get 100 words written in 3 hours of time. 

Writing while inebriated means that I pay less attention to the perfection of the piece and more just speed typing my feels onto a page. Whether that works in the long run…ask me tomorrow when I have to read whatever I’ve word vomited into this doc tonight.

Well, I have fluff for mshenko but…too terrified to post it xD

Alice and Danse.

As someone how struggles with hair...it looks perfect!

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?John.31. Who is more affectionate?John is… very affectionate he loves to nuzzle mac and his son32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?John.33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?John would wear the “sin” t-shirt and mac would wear the “not guilty” t-shirt34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?John would wear the “if lost return to” t-shirt and mac would wear the “i am” t-shirt.35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?John everything must be perfect.36. Who is the social media addict?Probably John37. Height difference or age difference?John is 32 yrs old and 6′3 ft tall Maccready is 22 and 5′6-5′7 ft38. Who likes to star gaze?John loves stargazing, every night when he and mac are out he’ll just lay down and look up at the sky39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? both of them omg