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170922 | Jimin : Vincity - Vet heavy damage zipper knit  Gucci - Square-frame acetate sunglasses

James tries to be unobtrusive - a doomed endeavor when everyone around him is half his width and spiky - while Shepard shouts at Corinthus.

Actually shouts at a turian general.

That’s some balls. Corinthus is a good three feet taller than her, could probably lift her up and toss her out of the little shelter without lifting his right hand from the console.

Shepard’s got this look about her, took him nearly six months of bringing her breakfast to put appropriate words to it. It’s a look of I will move this mountain with a goddamn ice cream scoop if I have to, but by god I will move it. Small wonder anyone ever stands in her way.

“I’m on it, Shepard,” a new voice joins the group. “We’ll find you the Primarch.”

Her eyes go wide and she bites the inside of her cheek, tamping down a smile. “Garrus,” she whispers, losing her battle and smiling anyway as he walks toward her.

“Vakarian, sir.” Corinthus stands at attention. “I didn’t see you arrive.”

Vakarian pauses, half a step away from Shepard. “At ease, General.”

Shepard keeps some weird company, James has learned that much by reading the redacted files Anderson gave him. But someone who gets saluted by generals is a whole other level. Especially since she’s looking at Vakarian like he’s the sun. Like there isn’t a war on. Like there isn’t a planet on fire behind them.

James’ll be the first to admit that reading turian facial expressions is not something in his skill set. But it seems - even in the dim light and shadows scored by reaper horns and gunfire - that Vakarian has the exact same look about him.

“You’re alive,” she says softly.

“I’m hard to kill,” Vakarian says, clasping her hand in both of his. His thumb just barely strokes over her gloved hand. “You should know that.”

And just like that, the moment’s over. The mountain-with-an-ice-cream-scoop look is back, there’s a foot of distance between the two, and they’re all talking succession and politics. James blinks, half-convinced that he made the whole thing up. Hell, he hasn’t slept much since Earth, been running on adrenaline since the shuttle crash on Mars - reading the situation wrong wouldn’t surprise him.

Joker calls with an emergency, T’Soni takes off at a dead run for the landing strip, and a harvester buzzes the encampment on its way to drop off what sounds like a truly enormous amount of shit.

Shepard unholsters her sniper rifle. “Coming, Garrus?” Her mouth quirks up in a lopsided smirk, with an arched eyebrow to match.

It’s the first time he’s actually seen her smile in the six months he’s known her. Not even T’Soni dropping out of an air duct on Mars brought this kind of light to Shepard’s eyes.

“Are you kidding?” Vakarian primes his gun, and if turians had lips, James would bet a month’s salary there’d be a matching smirk on his face. “I’m right behind you.”

170922 | Jungkook : Optical W - Alan2 glasses // (x)