#paragcns

✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.

Why were plastic bags still around? What use were they for the galaxy besides clutter and personal torture devices? The biotic can no longer feel the tips of his fingers on his left hand, and he’s starting to wonder if he should just call it a day and head back. Quickly, he runs through his list of gifts, and comes to the conclusion that he can’t. Not until he’s found a gift for Shepard. 

What the hell he’s going to get her he has no idea. 

So he continues walking around the Citadel, his gaze moving from one shop to the next. Finally a brightly lit store catches his attention, and he pauses outside to stare for a moment. Head tilted to the side, and humming quietly, he tries to see if there might be a possible gift inside. And then he realizes he’s not alone.

“Hey there Commander--” he drew out with a smirk in his voice as he approached her bedside. “Heard they’re letting you out of the hospital, came to help you back home” he drew out, standing in the doorway, waiting for the order to be allowed in.

     Kaidan stands before the inexplicable window in the observation deck, the one room he could bunk in. It’s... it’s beautiful. But windows? Only Cerberus would think that would be a good idea. Like they’re here for a vacation, not galaxy saving missions. He sips at his coffee. There won’t be sleep for the Major tonight. Shooting a Councillor... it takes him back to the thing he’s wanted to forget for 15 years. Another vision to add to the usual nightmares. But it could have been him. Or Shepard. He’d acted with integrity this time... hadn’t he? Because she’d told him it was right, and Udina would have killed Tevos... right? He hears the door open and glances over his shoulder. 

The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are: Accepting

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                              she KNEW it, knew those words would leave shepard and settle in the air. aria could commend her for speaking truths but there was some sort of DOUBT that shepard truly knew what she was getting into.

                              “ shepard. “ tones were lower, a deeper consideration for her words felt REQUIRED here. even THAT made her brows knot, the crease from their downturn unusually deep. “ i don’t think you KNOW what that really means. “ they were... somewhat opposites of the spectrum. shepard was bound to some sort of code created by the alliance and she followed her own. granted what she said may not have been FALSE, but admitting it out loud would prove to be... difficult.