#spatiumpedit

❝     ¡  ai  ,  dios  mio  !  there’s  my  baby  boy  !     ❞     SHE’S  BALANCED  ‘PON  the  balls  of  her  feet  ,  elbows  rested  atop  knees  and  fingers  furling  ,  unfurling  in  a  gesture  of  beckoning  .     ❝  come  here  ,  come  here  !  tu  abuela  favorita  wants  a  KISS  ,  sí  ?     ❞     @spatiumpedit  !

❝     -----     absolutely not  !     ❞     TREMBLING  and  TURBULENT  ,  his  voice  is  higher  in  pitch  and  harsher  than  it  might  normally  be  ,  arms  folded  across  his  chest  until  his  sternum  cracks  !  beneath  the  pressure  .  he  doesn’t  intend  to  be  DISRESPECTFUL     -----     particularly  not  in  the  face  of  the  mother  of  the  woman  he  loves     -----     but  he  isn’t  going  to  allow  this  .  he  can’t  .     ❝     mrs  .  shepard  ,  you  can’t     -----     i---i  know  that  she’s  your  daughter  ,  but     -----     please  .  i---i’m  begging  you  .  .  .  don’t  do  this  .  don’t     -----     d---don’t  take  her  from  me  .     ❞     @spatiumpedit  !

❝     -----     GARRUS?     ❞     fingers curled into fists into stiff sheets , she tries to look at him through the thin field of vision that coagulated blood and broken eye sockets offer , tries to breathe around the REALITY of it but it just makes the machines beep! beep! beepbeepbeep! too loudly and she cowers against it , shrinks into herself and tries to stop herself from covering her ears.     (     all of the noise drones into BUZZING and she blinks dark spots from her eyes and she’s going to DIE and nobody made it     -----     )     ❝     yer alive. y’ are , righ’? yer alive. shit. thank god.     ❞     @spatiumpedit!

❝     all right     -----     i know you have a REPUTATION to maintain , and the LAST THING you want or need is to be seen hugging your BIG BROTHER in public. but , you’re just gonna have to deal with all your friends making fun of you at RECESS , because that’s exactly what’s about to happen. now     -----     bring it in.     ❞     THE COMMAND is more of a FORMALITY than anything else , because she doesn’t have much of a CHOICE. he’s already got arms circled ‘round her shoulders and chest , chin rested ‘pon the top of her head , eyes and mouth DRAWN TIGHT ‘gainst EMOTION.     (     NO CERBERUS , NO ILLUSIVE MAN , NO REAPERS. his breath is caught in his throat , but it’s still easier HERE than OUT THERE.     )     SLOWLY , he releases his hold of her , but maintains contact     -----     runs his hands along her upper arms and presses a KISS to her forehead.     ❝     i missed you , luce.     ❞

❝     lucy     -----     i need to speak with you.     ❞     ANXIOUS , he taps the SHARP POINTS of his talons together , and his voice sounds ABRADED from traversing the BARREN EXPANSE of his throat.     ❝     the council has offered me a position as a SPECTRE.     ❞

"Hannah."

      Oh no.             Oh no.       Kiran could feel her heart begin to race, frantic at the sight of her mother.       While they did have a decent enough relationship during her childhood,       after her father's death things became strained and distant between them.       Not an entirely uncommon thing among families that were essentially       formed in the vastness of space.                                                                  People grew apart. It happened.       But mother did not know a number of things that went on through       Kiran's military career.                                             Especially with what haunted her now constantly.       She suddenly began to fear the disgusting glow of her eyes, hoping       to any spirits above that just for now, they weren't acting like       damned beacons.       A shift in her armor, the younger Shepard's stance stiffened as she       was approached.       ❛Hello, mother.❜