when you simultaneously ship the same person with two different people equally as hard
Shepard: Cheer? Coming from you?
Garrus: Mm.. Mood swings.
when you ship one person with two different people with equal intensity
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
Hira paused at the low rumble from above, looking up at the dark blanket of clouds. Shade, no sunlight reflection to get in her eyes. A good day for sniping.
A low grumble behind her made her smirk. Apparently her companion didn’t share this opinion. “Problem, Garrus?”
"I’m guessing we’re not going to be done with this op before it starts raining?" he asked dryly, irritation clear in his tone.
He grumbled again. Behind him, Vega grinned. “What’s the matter, Scars, don’t like getting wet?”
"Turians and water don’t exactly agree, no."
"Armor doesn’t help either." Hira climbed onto an outcropping of rock, peering through her scope at the path ahead. "Should’ve seen him on Pragia, Vega. Collar was full of water."
The marine snorted at the image. “Maybe I’ll get to see it today. How’s it look, Lola?”
Her humor vanished instantly. “Small group. A few scientists and guard patrol. Same as last time, you two get up close. Snipe from here, don’t start till I take my shot.”
Her team nodded sharply and started forward. After two steps a low hiss reached their ears, rain sweeping across the landscape. Garrus’ mandibles drooped in a turian frown as it reached them.
"Today just isn’t your day, Scars," Vega observed.
Hira chuckled softly, causing Garrus to turn to her, brow-plates raised. “So glad you’re amused, Shepard.”
She looked up from her scope to meet his gaze, but the snarkish reply she’d usually give didn’t come to mind. His expression softened and she had little doubt hers mirrored it.
She still needed to tell him, she remembered. She kept putting it off, never the right place or time. Dangerous thing to do in a war.
Yet this still wasn’t a good time or place. “Be careful.”
He nodded, as if understanding why she’d said that instead of anything else, and started forward.
Hira caught sight of Vega’s knowing smirk. “Don’t you have something to shoot, Lieutenant?”
"Yes, ma’am." With a brief salute he followed Garrus, still smirking.
Hira settled back into her perch and cleared her head of nagging thoughts and messy feelings. Time to go to work.
These were taken one second apart. Look how she brushes her thumb across his face. The way he leans his head into her hand! What really kills me is his expression. You’ve got to know he’s in an extreme amount of pain and yet Garrus can’t keeps his eyes off of Shepard.
why don’t you just take my heart….
Mine too. *adds it to the pile*
Garrus "your, uh, hair looks good, and your waist is… very supportive" Vakarian