No matter how many times I play through Mass Effect 3, there are some moments that always get tears swimming in my eyes when I watch them. Sure, I know exactly what’s going to happen, and I prepare myself for the moment every time. But somehow the combination of the music and the moment always…
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Yes, simply put, yes. Full of feels and awesome.
So here’s a little thing that came to life in the last couple of days, inspired I think by a comment from thievinghippo.
(Note: Shepards of all hair colors and styles are fantastic, including no hair at all. This particular Shepard happens to have long blond hair, which is what inspired the ficlet. Also, mildly NSFW.)
Garrus loved Shepard’s hair.
He’d been simply curious about it at first. She always kept it up in a knot; he wasn’t sure why she didn’t wear it shorter, like Kelly or Gabby did, but she wore her hair the same, day in and day out, even after Cerberus had brought her back. At first he hadn’t thought anything of it, assumed it was a natural variation, like color. But then he’d seen Williams untie her dark hair from its tidy knot and shake it out. He’d stared in shock, and she’d laughed, before explaining about hair styles and practicality and Alliance regulations regarding long hair. More than he’d ever known about the subject before, and more interesting than he would have thought. But back then he’d never seen Shepard’s hair down at all.
So he’d asked, that first night with Shepard, if he could touch it, not quite sure if he was transgressing. She’d smiled, though, and let him help her take it down, and he hadn’t been prepared for what it actually felt like, soft and fluid, or what it looked like, loose and falling around her shoulders, especially with her lips parted and her eyes gone wide and dark…
These days, more often than not, she let him be the one to take it down, a marker of their private time together.
He’d come into her quarters (still hers, though he shared more often than not) to find her hunched over her console, a stack of data pads at her elbow. She didn’t turn, although she mumbled out a greeting. He approached and lightly rested both hands on her shoulders. He could feel the tension even through the fabric of her uniform shirt. “How’s it going?”
She hit send and rubbed her eyes. “It’s going.”
Okay, let’s talk Leviathan.
I mean, the Garrus Romance in this thing.
Specifically this moment. (minor spoilers ahead)
there’s something in your eyes that draws me close.
there’s something in your eyes that says “i’m home”.
This…is probably not what you had in mind, OP. But this is what happened.
She’s sitting on a Citadel public toilet staring at the pregnancy test she just stole from an asari drugstore. (In a paperless world theft’s the best way to stay off the grid.) Tactical cloak’s engaged. The galaxy’s on fire and she just failed seventh-grade sex education.
Now there’s an endorsement that’ll go viral: I’m Commander Shepard and this is my favorite stall to cry in on the Citadel.