#turixn

she comes up here sometimes, when the bulk of the normandy’s crew is resting and the only one around to bother her is joker. the main bay is quieter now, the normal chatter and audible controls silenced, and it’s easier to think like this. jane can think in the midst of chaos just as easily, a trait that’s helped keep her alive all this time, but this? sometimes the peace is preferable. 

“wow, they really cleaned up the place, huh?” it doesn’t surprise her that the citadel’s up and running as readily as it had before saren, streets and alleys swarming with visitors from across the universe. “practically good as new, though i can’t say i’ll mourn the loss of chora’s den. always felt like i needed to shower any time i came close.”

that and, of course, she can’t exactly dance.

“not gonna lie, garrus, as an expert in pissing people off, it’s pretty impressive that you managed to get all but an entire PLANET after you.” there’s a small smile that follows the statement and she’s trying not to smile even more broadly, eyes WARM with humor. “no easy feat, you had to work hard for that.” 

everything’s been DIFFERENT since waking up, familiar and alien all at once. hell, even the normandy seems close enough to perfect but still slightly off to be all but eerie, and for that having a familiar face means all the more. if there is one person in the whole damned galaxy she can trust, it’s GARRUS.

// ngl I was watching my boyfriends brother play FO4 since he’s trying to convince me to get it (and has been for ages) and honestly the minute I heard hancock speak I was like welp I’m sold and he was so annoyed that my sinful ways were all it would take to get me into a franchise XD

meme || ACCEPTING || @turixn

@holiestwars

The statement was irrational, at best, at least to the turian who had stared down a sentient machine of death and lived long enough to still count himself among the living. Thus, a look of shock crossed his expression and he couldn’t help the small, startled noise he made in response. “Shepard,” he started, voice even and firm as he looked to her, “you could tell me the sky had turned purple and I would believe you at this point, after all we’ve been through!” He forced a laugh, though even through the harmonizing purr of his sub-vocals it sounded harsh and sharp. Shaking his head the turian attempted to soften his expression ( though it was very difficult given his face is mostly sharp angles and scaly features ) while his eyes regarded her in a gentler light. “You can tell me anything Shepard, and I’d believe you, so,” he stepped closer, head tilting slightly to the side, “tell me what you saw so I know how big of a gun to go get ready.” It was a joke, but in retrospect they both knew that he would do anything to protect his friends if needed.

@turixn​

         On Mindoir, the skies were always purple-- a deep, rosy heliotrope that painted the horizon in perpetual sunset. At night, in the dark, it almost looked green. God, she wished that had been what she'd seen. To close her eyes and see purple red and hear the familiar hum of insects that had populated her childhood. Shepard had always thought that was what heaven would be like. A farmhouse surrounded by winking lightning bugs, her baby sister shrieking with laughter as their father chased her around the living room, everything exactly how she remembered it. The lace tablecloth her mother crocheted, her father's worn chair in the living room, their heights drawn in pencil on the larder door. No choirs of angels or blinding lights; just home.

  so i drew the girls

Beautiful :o ♥

 there’s an opened bottle of whiskey on the counter and a neglected glass in front of her when garrus opens the doors. she’s been quiet ever since they got back from pragia, retreated to her cabin without any real conversation with the rest of the crew. shepard’s nestled in her old n7 hoodie now, feet bare and wet hair tied back in a lazy bun. 

“that was fucked,” she states quietly, simply, “well, jack makes a lot more sense now, i guess. can’t say i blame her for any of it.” it being the anger, the viciousness. it’d been a place to breed monsters. a long sigh and shepard rubs at her eyes with the heels of her hands. “i’m sorry, garrus, it’s just...that was a lot.”