ME3 - D is for Dissimulate
v. conceal or disguise one’s thoughts, feelings, or character
It’s fascinating how many things a person can feel at once.
Irrational anger. Where have you been? You could have been hurt. I know you’re hard to kill, but this is a galactic apocalypse, a little more dangerous than the regular bullets.
Empathy. You look like hell. Understandable, considering where we are and what’s going on. When was the last time you slept? Or ate?
Joy. You’re alive. You’re here. You’re real. I missed you.
So many feelings to compress and hide behind a soldier’s mask. A combat zone filled with strangers is not the place for a romantic reunion. Only glimpses of emotion slip through the facade. A tight grip of the hand, low and soft rumble, the briefest smile. Promises of later.
Later we will set aside our masks and talk.
breathing you in when I want you out
finding our truth in a hope of doubt
lying inside our quiet drama [x]
moodymarshmallow:
Can you imagine Garrus doing all that research before his first night with Shepard?
He finds somewhere more private than the main battery and scours the Extranet, first looking for “human courtship rituals” and finding a bunch of incomprehensible scientific journals by Salarians, then giving up on pretense and searching for “turian” plus “human” plus “intercourse.”
Minus “war.”
Minus “arguments against.”
Minus “gross,” “disgusting,” and “immoral.”
Three viruses later, he goes to EDI for help, who finds him six thousand, four hundred and twenty nine vids, narrowing it down to two thousand and three after specifying “male turian” and “female human.”
Joker chimes in, says he might have a few, but it will take some time to look.
Garrus politely declines, and spends the next three hours staring at a screen, head cocked to the side, taking notes, occasionally grimacing.
And when it’s time he’s still not ready, he’s a mountain of jelly nerves and insecurity, and he’s never felt less sure of himself than he does now. Then she says it will be okay, and he believes her. And she elbows him in the keel and he pokes her in the cheek with a mandible and they laugh and laugh and he finally figures out what he did wrong by searching for “sex” instead of “love.”
mording asked: "shrios: 18-28, and shakarian: 29-39"
Thira:
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Wishing and pretending are one and the same anymore.
- Who’s more dominant: Hira, for the most part. Sometimes she lets Garrus think he is.
- Who’s the cuddler: They both are, though it takes Hira a little while to get used to it.
- Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Garrus is the big spoon.
- What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Slow-dancing their way around the cabin/apartment and snarking at each other while they clean their sniper rifles.
- A head canon: Garrus cannot sing, and it amuses Hira to no end. She comments that she could listen to his voice forever but only if he doesn’t sing. Garrus usually finds a way to get her to sing instead.
- Their relationship summed up in a gif:
Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide.
owlcheesecake:
i was going to ask if anyone minded if i made a big post of some of my favorite shakarian pictures i’ve done. but then i remembered who you people are.
Amelise Shepard/Garrus Vakarian for perfect couple, everyone.
