#16 - trembling hands - Mass Effect related if you can ;)
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"You won't hurt me."
Slamming into Rhys' barrier has always been akin to running headfirst into a krogan's fist, shoving against it like pitching one's full weight into the foot of a mountain and somehow expecting it to budge.
"I promise."
But that was before, when he was still human and shackled by the limitations of a fragile body, and this is after and he's not.
And there's no warning as he fetches up against that barrier, an echo of its crackle pulsing up his arms as he strains against it, not even a flicker. It's just an immovable mountain standing in his way — until suddenly it isn't.
It buckles, and he isn't fast enough on the recovery to pull back, and in the split second he spies Rhys through the shockwave hurtling his way... he's smiling, the picture of perfect calm.
And then he's gone, struck as though by the fist of a vengeful god and cast over the banister, a pebble skipped on Kaidan's power and he falls.
Kaidan forgets himself in that moment, forgets to limit himself, darts forward as only a vampire can, a flicker of motion that's still too slow and he jumps three storeys without so much as a creak in his knees.
A splash marks Rhys' abrupt introduction to the Presidium lake, a sharp whine the placement of Kaidan's trembling hands atop the wall meant to prevent this very scenario. He leans forward, eyes scanning back and forth whereishewhereishewhathaveIdone —
Rhys surfaces with a laugh, sweeping sodden hair back from his face and Kaidan very nearly joins him, boneless in sharp relief, slides down to his knees instead and presses his forehead to the wall and breathes.
"Told you you were the stronger biotic, Kaidan!" Rhys calls.
"You asshole," he snipes back, quiet and with feeling, but no bite, never any bite, and if Rhys just laughs harder, well. His sense of humour's always been shit.
