#voidstvlker

“the  asari  seem  ancient  to  me,  to  most  humans,  really,”  she  confesses  with  a  small  laugh,  “but  they  all  seem  to  know  how  old  they  are,  can  pinpoint  it  to  a  least  a  few  decades,  so  i’m guessing  that  makes  you  older.”  how  strange,  shepard  thinks,  to  have  lost  something  as  personal,  as  intricate,  as  one’s  own  age.  no  matter  how  adrift  she  had  ever  felt,  there  had  always  been  at  least  some  sense  of  self,  of  her place  in  things. "how  much  do  you  remember  of...before?”

@voidstvlker​:  "Let me carry you." ／ “Let me __ you.”

                    ❛    nnn . . . i`m alright . i can get up . . .    ❜

they hadn’t seen it coming. no one thought a cabal legion would dare knock on the front door, the traveler a warning sign to those on the outside :  ENTER AT OWN RISK .  but the rockets and bombs struck the tower, shaking it. everything happened quickly and the hunter was briefly thrown from her balance, reaching for the wall. frantic eyes scanned the area, trying to see who might be near. a second blast hits and she’s thrown forward down the hall towards the tower courtyard.

❝ Long walks on the beach and those drinks with the frilly umbrellas, seriously, why don’t they put those things on everything? ❞

Apparently being stuck in a sniper’s nest was cause enough for small talk, not that she minded, something to break up the silence here and there kept her sane. Lounging against a nearby wall and stretching out until her joints popped pleasantly, she glanced upwards to where puffy clouds shifted into various animals and expressions.

She tilts her head and thinks about it for a moment, going through her arsenal in her mind.

"Its a bit of a tough choice... But if I had to only have one weapon for the rest of my life.. To be honest, it would be a masterworked Bastion fusion rifle. I like the kick it has and how well it takes down my opponents; granted it takes a bit to get the shot fired, but its well worth the wait to me."

She tilts her head for a moment the other way, giving a soft smile.

"Well, either that, Steelfeather Repeater, or Riskrunner. One of those three," She gives a wink, "Masterworked, of course"

So what if she’d asked for help? These rocks were perilous and, immortal or not, she wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of climbing all the way back up if she fell. The offered hand and helping arms carrying her had been at least a minute ago, bleeding into several as the awoken was still holding her, causing Fable’s nose to wrinkle with an impatient scowl.