#worldfated

"Came to deliver status reports on latest tests on reaper technology salvaged from Horizon. Very useful. Also very flammable. Suggest...avoiding Bay while EDI depressurizes cabin. Precautionary measure, not reactionary. No fire...yet. Tests might assist in assembling remaining pieces for shotgun damage amplification. I intended to leave reports on desk but…"

Two points of a glove poke at the glass above Shepard's desk, lips curving upwards in a smile that causes a cascade of wrinkles beneath his chin.

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MESSAGE: “Bite me.”

SHE'S trying to be difficult , and he can't help but find it incredibly attractive. If she wants to play this game , he'll play. He leans against the wall , eyeing Cassandra with a predatory gaze.

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MESSAGE: “It’s always been you.”

HE closes his eyes , gently touching his forehead to Cassandra's -- a turian kiss. His fingers intertwine with hers , thumbs reverently running over the backs of her hands. Garrus lives for these moments; where , despite all of the chaos in the galaxy, they manage to find peace. Right now , there is no war , no Reaper threat -- just them.

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MESSAGE: [ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close.

" ... DO you think I did the right thing? " The question comes out suddenly , as if he's been mulling over it for a while. He looks to Morrigan , eyes almost pleading for an answer. " Letting Sidonis go , I mean. I just ... ". Garrus sighs , looking away from her.

" I can't stop thinking about my squad. About coming back and finding them all dead. About finding out that Sidonis was the one behind it... ". The flash of anger he always feels when he think of the other turian resurfaces for a moment , but he manages to stifles it.

All she'd done was die once. And that had taken her life away from others. He'd given her back to the galaxy. He didn't steal anything. In fact, he'd given her more than he had ever had. She'd had her life stolen? What about his life? The future had been bright for him, and for humanity. Until the Turians ruined it all. Until a Reaper artifact stole away everything he cared about and put a target on humanity. But she dared come to him and accuse him of trying to steal what she wouldn't have without him. What he'd given her but could never have himself. A second chance.

He is! He's the purest cinnamon roll.

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Garrus awoke to a screaming pain in his head, blue blood sliding down the side of his face to pool by his mandible before dripping onto the ground below. When he opened his eyes, his vison blurry, he noticed a few things. He was tied up on the floor, hands behind his back and ankles together, Shepard was tied up similarly a few feet away, but he couldn't tell if she was conscious or not, her body facing away from him. They were in a metal clad room, no windows, with the smell of dirt, rust, and mud all around them. Underground? Maybe, though he couldn't be certain.

The next thing he noticed was that his armor was gone, as were his guns and omnitool, leaving him in nothing but his under suit. Though he didn't like being so vulnerable, he realized he could use this to his advantage. Whoever had tied him up obviously had not been thinking, using only a basic fiber rope that his talons could easily cut through given some effort. "Fucking amateurs..." He muttered to himself as he set to work filing the rope.