#teleidoscopic

RELATIONSHIP ASKS | always accepting

“My safety here depends upon the good graces of the Lady Seeker and Sister Nightingale. Given the circumstances, I cannot fault the former for her suspicion, thankfully Leliana was more accommodating, albeit more scrutinising in her questions.” Cassandra was focused upon the how, what methods he used to slow the mark consuming their prisoner, how he intended to solve their dilemma. The truth could wait. Leliana looked back, prying with questions of a time so long ago he forgets the answers for himself. He remembered it in that moment as his finger fell upon the map of the land she called Thedas, outlining the place he had once called home. “I answered honestly, even when it was not wise. For now, our occupation with Corypheus is my saving grace, but it is unnerving knowing my future here lives and dies by her.”

“Everyone has their moments, but I suppose that is to be expected.” Cole is the sole exception, although even he is not immune to upsetting him. The question he asked as the fallout from Adamant settled at last still haunts him, the extent of Cole’s trust in him laid bare in the request unnerves him. “Sera manages more often than most. She is clever, and possesses a keener sense of justice than most, but she lashes out without purpose. If I believed it was a death by a thousand cuts, I might approve, but...” He trails off, eyes falling to the floor, then up again. “I tell myself she is young, even by this world’s standards. There is time for her to learn, and she had already learned more than most— myself included, at her age.”

When she shows up in Life Support, it’s with a purpose this time around. Not just to talk, not just to check in, and it’s pretty obvious in the way her arms are crossed. It looks hard, but it isn’t, because the Commander’s face is soft. It tends to be when she talks with her crew. What she’s asking -- what the Illusive man is asking -- sure it’s important, but so is life, and coming back to it means she doesn’t want it taken for granted.

“You... want me to take a look at that?” 

The back of her shoulder-- a stray bullet that caused more damage and less pain, if the calm look on her face said anything about it. Still he was good with hard mechanics, no matter what political work he’d been doing lately. 

“There'll be plenty more before this is over,” Dorothy looks tired, and that’s because she is. Still she says it like a disclaimer or some kind of reassurance that this really isn’t that bad. Injuries are apart of war, after all. It’s not pleasant, but that’s just how it is. It’s just a bit embarrassing at how messy and gory the medical tent is. She wonders if it makes it look like she’s doing a piss poor job at keeping these NCR soldiers alive. At least they have a fighting chance now. She chews her lip and manages a smile all the same. It’s the least this fellow deserves. It’s the first time she’s smiled in weeks.

“Stop trying to hit me, and hit me--” The Iron Bull goaded their enemy, grin on his features. They tried, he’d give them credit for it, but even with the size of him, his bum knee, and the heavy maul he managed to outmaneuver the bandit. There was a crunch of armor, sound of wet and they went fly just a few feet before coming to a limp rest.

(damn shame.)

a kiss for the homies

once,  his  presence  might  have  made  her  nervous.  thane  krios  is,  without  a  doubt,  one  of  the  most  talented  assassins  she’s  ever  encountered,  the  graceful  slope  of  nassana  dantius’  body  falling  to  the  floor  replaying  through  her  mind.  however,  shepard  thinks,  the  normandy  is  now  filled  with  trained  killers,  the  sort  who  have  mastered  the  art  of  making  death  lovely  somehow. (she  supposes  she  is  one  too,  now,  more  than  just  a  soldier,  though  there  has  never  been  any  beauty  in  her  craft,  only  necessity.) 

“i  read  your  file,”  she  nods,  absently  flicking  hair  over  her  shoulder  as  she  leans against  the doorframe,  sharp  features  thoughtful,  “you  managed  to  catch  cerberus’  attention,  that’s  no  easy  feat.”  fingers  drum  a  light  rhythm  against  her  arm.  “we’re  glad  to  have  you,  thane. shepard pauses, “this  mission  won’t  be  easy.”