so I never get enough Shakarian..this is pretty random and quick buut I love them too much *w*
Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjzAB8G0FM0
Codename: Archangel. All-around Turian bad boy and dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy.
Shakarian Tango, by choco-minto - by commission. I adore this piece so much that THERE ARE NO WORDS!!!
make me choose:
neonasaurus asked: Femshep & Garrus or
Femwarden & Alistair
It’s going to take more than reapers to come between this cross-species liaison.
Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore!!
This one was meant to be light and then took a couple of turns.
“I don’t even want to go,” Shepard grumbled. “Or give the speech, or light the flame, or—”
“You did all that last year, for the first anniversary,” Garrus reminded her.
“That’s exactly my point.” Shepard flopped onto her back on the bed of their hotel suite dramatically. “I did all that last year. I gave the Victory Day speech, I passed out the flowers, I read out the dedication for the memorial, I lit the Flame of Remembrance, or whatever they’re calling it. Other people did things during the war, too, so why am I the big featured speaker again?”
“You did say you’d do it,” Garrus said cautiously.
Shepard groaned and put a pillow over her head. “I know I did.” Her voice emerged muffled. “Was I drunk at the time?”
“I don’t think so.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I think you’d just come off that mission to Garvug, though, so I’m not sure you’d slept in thirty-six Earth hours.”
“Right. It probably seemed like a good idea then.” She tossed the pillow aside and stared up at the ceiling. “Victory Day is such a bad name, too.”
“Why is it a bad name?”
“It’s just—” She waved her hands. If she meant anything by the motion, Garrus couldn’t figure out what it was. “—I mean, Victory Day, like we’re all supposed to celebrate. It’s too— simple. It leaves too much out,” she finished.
"You think a girl would fall for that?"
“Oh hell yes.”
"What if we skipped right to the tiebreaker? We could test your reach... and my flexibility"
It starts to get easier for them as the years roll on. She can tell, watching them from her perch in the stars, with a thousand Reapers gathered in the palm of her hand. Year by year, she fades from their thoughts a little more. Not forgotten, just…absent. Out of sight, out of mind, reduced to a handful of memories-turned-legends and a monument on the Presidium, erected halfway between the Conduit and the krogan statue.
(It’s a decent memorial, she has to admit: a fierce stone woman with arms upraised, the Earth cradled in her palms, her expression frozen in eternal determination. She directs a few of the smaller Reapers to assist with its construction. The woman she once was always appreciated a good bit of irony, after all.)
Yet even as the galaxy moves on without her, she isn’t gone, not truly. She’s there with them all, watching. She sees Liara’s sleepless nights before a kaleidoscope of computer monitors, Miranda’s quiet conversations with Oriana, Tali’s joyful grin as she kneels next to Rannoch seedlings, Wrex’s piggyback rides for dozens of delighted krogan children.
But she sees Garrus most of all.
femshep and garrus doodle! i’m so hooked on this game…