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SHEPARD’S !NSTAGRAM | FEAT.  sam & @sentinelmade

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So help him, Garrus still didn’t really know how to act around Humans. And yet here he was, catching Kaidan in the break lounge, or... being caught in the lounge himself.

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“We don’t get much Alliance military out here..”  Or officers when the military actually showed up.  The colony was more a prison sentence than anything valuable.  

    but that was a lifetime ago.         kaidan was his home, now.    ... // @sentinelmade​

the REAPER war had ended, and earth, rebuilding.  their duties keeping them apart, there wasn’t enough time to sit down and talk about the offer made.  the passage of time following its linear progression, two months whizzed by and it was december before shepard knew it.   good.   because there was something with kaidan’s recent behavior that john couldn’t quite pin down.  it was present in the way he carried himself, whenever he turned tail and searched a crowded ALLIANCE hallway.  unwavering, when their gazes locked and the major strode forward to engage in conversation.  still there, in warm brown eyes as they flicked down to john’s walking cane.

            he’s too good to me,  john thought, an ill-defined sliver of pity skimming along the surface of his mind.    he doesn’t owe me.     nobody did.

shepard had felt the beginnings of disquiet creeping up from some unknown part of him, aware that kaidan had been patient, stressed.  kaidan was always good at that, better at waiting than him, taking in stride the incessant interruptions in their lives.  always prepared to give shepard a wide berth, ever without question.  despite his lack of complaints, kaidan needed a vacation.  needed to get away from all this.

                @sentinelmade     not my best work but until i get the chance to record ME3's scenes myself, i won't have anything better to work with.  m’gonna go to town w those 4k texture mods heh  p:

          Everyone was asleep on the Normandy; everyone except Ashley Williams. Even Joker was asleep in his chair, with his head tilted down and the brim of his hat hiding his features. Didn’t cover up the SNORING, though. 

          Shepard hadn’t decided where the mission would be taking them after they had picked up Doctor Liara T’soni; there was Noveria, where Liara’s mother, Matriarch Benezia, was rumored to be, and there was Feros, a planet home to a small colony that had Saren’s interest. Until a decision was made, the Normandy was DRIFTING PASSIVELY through the Knossos system.

          Sleep had eluded the young woman as she laid restless in her sleeper pod. Too many thoughts were bouncing around in that mind of hers. All she could think about lately was Eden Prime. Her squad, her unit. They were all DEAD. Thirty-one good men and women who lost their lives because of the DAMNED GETH.

          Pulling herself from her sleeper pod, a quick glance was made around the crew deck. Yup, she was still the only one awake. That left the ENTIRE SHIP to her...  only one place to go to guarantee she won’t wake anyone else up: storage and engineering deck. 

          A makeshift PUNCHING BAG made on the fly was the only solace that could be offered to the distraught soldier. Fists flew. She was a hurricane, brewing over calm seas and threatening to shake the VERY HEAVENS. Every punch was an assault on her thoughts, an outlet for her as a traumatized mind worked through the grief and guilt that riddled her.

          ❝ Damn geth, ❞  words hissed with venom akin to a rattlesnake’s under ragged breaths.  ❝ This is for Pennyloafer. Bates. Rasputin. Jenner. Donkey. ❞  Each name was a punch delivered to the makeshift stress outlet in honor of the fallen soldier. 

          ❝ And this is for the TWO-TWELVE ! ❞ 

          Voice erupting, there was nothing that could stop the TIDAL WAVE that was Ashley Williams. One final punch sent the makeshift punching bag to the floor in pieces, succumbing to the woman’s wrath. It was only when there was nothing left to hit that Ashley gained an awareness of her surroundings. She could feel it on the back of her head, DRILLING through her skull and to her very mind.

          Someone was behind her.

          Turning around, red was her face from exertion and she half-expected to find Shepard before her, already beginning to form her APOLOGY for disturbing the Commander’s sleep with breathless words.