#queue moon.

@mydearestfaraday​ sent: “ i can stay, if you want. ”

There are days where being away from home is easier than others. Dorothy isn’t sure what she misses -- maybe it’s the familiarity. Maybe it’s her parents, or the cat that had snuck out of cloning that was her dearest friend.

Right now, it’s the light. It’s the quiet -- Far Harbor lacks both of these as they hole up in the midst of a heavy storm. She hides down below, where her radio is a little bit louder than rain on the roof and the thunder feels a little more farther away.

“I’d like that a whole lot,” she should be embarrassed, and she it, but huddled up under blankets and homesick, she’s feeling too much of so many things that makes it hard to really feel shame for her weakness. Dorothy’s voice is small, but she pats the open space beside her as a an acceptance of his offer and a request to not leave her alone.

“Nate -- I got a quick question for you. If you don’t wanna answer it, I understand. Reckon it might be a touch personal.”

She appreciated the Minutemen, and having spent time improving things around the Castle had been satisfying work, but a break was earned now and again. This was certainly one of those times.

Six instinctively held the clean rag against the open cut on her forehead. She still felt rather disoriented; it was hard to tell if it was the blood loss or the hangover. Maybe it was the murder. Everything sounded underwater to her now, even as Boone dug through a first aid kit, all of it must have just been a bad dream.

“One more night alone I’ll go insane.”

She says it without realizing it’s out loud, and like it’s intentional she take a sip of her drink without flinching or pause. Maybe it’s the crowds around her. All she knows is that the stranger beside her has undoubtedly heard by the way she’s now being stared at.

- six is more or less an infiltrator if we are talking classes. cloaking, overheating and making weaponry and tech malfunction, etc.

- she is really good about getting behind enemy lines and sabotaging them from the inside out. her favorite thing to do is hack mechs to control them from her omni tool. like big old ymir boys. you probably can hear her giggling from where ever she is cloaked from if you listen hard enough in the din of combat.

- she also likes to customize guns and make them more dangerous. not that she really uses guns all that often. she just likes to play with and build things.

- geth sympathizer but would never say so out loud.

- formerly alliance, but left after her first tour because it wasn’t for her.

- in her first verse ( not the agent on omega verse ) in her role as a test subject in project lazarus, they decided to take a few more liberties with her. unlike shepard who needed to be the exact same person as they were before death, six was a clean slate and they wanted to test the idea of making sleeper agents and really effective spies.

- because of this, she can do a little bit of shape shifting. nothing intense, but like how dr. eva is able to disguise her robot bod to infiltrate the lab on mars, six can disguise herself into other humans. the process is a little fucked and horrifying, so she doesn’t do it often.

@safchouse​ sent: “there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back.”

They’re alike, but Deacon is his own Benny -- how much of himself has he killed and rebuilt? Six relates and she’s sorry that she does. Maybe this just means he’s a better liar than she is, but Six wants to believe him. There is plenty to lie about without having to lie about how lost and alone and how scared it would make anyone feel.

She wants to say she understands, but it’s all lip service. She knows that, because if she was the one opening up she’d hate to hear it. Does he want the parts of him that still remain? Do they still fit him comfortable, or does he wish they’d go away, like a dress that doesn’t fit right anymore or a hat that used to look right on his head but just... for some reason doesn’t anymore?

Does he wish he could be who he is, or who he’s tried to become? How do you ask someone something like that? She steps closer, bites her lip. She’s never related to someone so much before, and that scares her. Still she steps closer, because she’s never felt this connected to another human before.

Sometimes there are no words, and so Six holds his hand and with her other hand she rubs his back. Her own vulnerability on display for Deacon to see, just as much as her own. She hugs him.