After a while, I thought I’d never find you.
I convinced myself that I would never find you,
When suddenly I saw you.
no shepard without vakarian
more garrus and shepard doodle….!
I subscribe wholeheartedly to the Rob Leifeld school of ‘more lines equals more GRIT and MUSCLES and RAW POWER RAAAAAAAAHHHHHASDFASDFASDF!!!'
and also to the school of being rescued by garrus and carried like a princess (◡‿◡✿)
You can listen to this playlist on 8tracks here.
Garrus Vakarian has never been good with words. Especially in situations like these. And he’ll be the first to admit it. His mandibles flex with a nervous flutter as he stares down the sight before him.
Commander Shepard, wearing nothing but her underwear, laid out on her bed for him. She tilts her head, dark hair splashing against the bone white skin of her shoulder. He wonders what her skin feels like. Humans look so soft. Like water over bones.
She smiles at him knowingly.
"Something wrong?" she asks. He knows she’s teasing. It doesn’t make this any easier.
"No! No," he hurries to say, "It’s just…well, this is exactly how I pictured it and yet somehow better."
Spirits, so much for smooth talking. The vids didn’t have any advice for when you got tongue tied. Garrus cleared his throat and tried not to think about what came next. He watched the light from the fish tank bathe her in blue.
"Wait, you’ve pictured this happening?" she asks, half-curious, half-laughing.
"I uh…I had a dream about it once," he says quietly. It’s a dream he remembers well. It was after their first conversation, where she’d dropped the line about easing stress. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her all day. It was so strange to fantasize about her -he considered her one of his best friends, for one. And she was human. He’d never even fathomed feeling anything like desire for someone other than his own species. Perhaps that was his father in him.
But he’d woken up later that night drenched in sweat, reveling in the images his subconscious had left him with. Her pretty skin, shining hair, so soft, so warm.
"You’ve dreamt about me?" she asks. This time her voice is soft, and the edge of teasing is gone. She looks at him with searching eyes. He hopes his face has whatever she’s looking for.
"Yes, okay…I’ve dreamt about you," he admits, bolstering his courage, "And now? You’re all I can think about."
He winces gently, waiting for her to get up, put her clothes back on and tell him this was a mistake. One giant, awkward, inter-species mistake. He holds his breath.
But instead of moving away from him, she moves towards him. She crawls forward on the bed and reaches for his hand. Her skin is soft. And her nails glint softly in the light. He lets her lead him to the bed, as if in a trance, captivated by the look in her eyes.
"Come here," she whispers, and he sits on the foot of her bed obediently.
Then, her mouth is on his. It’s a strange sensation. Her lips pliant, warm, sweet. She tastes amazing. This is an intimate act, he knows that much. The vids covered kissing pretty good. But a second later he forgets everything he’s ever seen and acts on instinct instead. His talons reach for her silky hair and run through the strands. With his free hand he explores her rib cage, the soft curve of her waist.
He loses himself in her, half-convinced he’s still dreaming.
it’s 2014 and I still don’t know proper turian anatomy [sigh]
"I did the best I could without a carapace or a crest."
"Well your best has got my mandible on the floor… Damn!”
I’ve had this sketch for a while now and I’ve already coloured it…buuuut I didn’t like how it turned out :(…so today I tried again…I think it’s much more detailed :) hope you enjoy some Shakarian
No matter what happens here… You know I love you. I always will.
Set during ME2, not long after the “Reach and Flexibility” conversation.
Out of Range
Missions with Shepard and Garrus were unbearable.
On one hand, having them both on the field at once guaranteed that everything would turn out in their favor. The combined power of their sniper rifles and tech attacks was terrifying; everything within thirty feet of them fried. On the rare occasion that something passed that line, Shepard vanished within her tactical cloak and reappeared only when that something was twitching on the ground.
On the other hand, tagging along with the pair of them felt a lot like eavesdropping on an intimate conversation, one that Kasumi was missing a lot of context for.
Oh, she liked eavesdropping. Loved eavesdropping, really. But there were things that she’d rather not hear, and one of those things was the ongoing flirtation between her squadmates. Especially when they were so bad at it.
Shepard’s rustiness, she understood. The woman had been dead for two years. Of course she had a few kinks to work out. But Garrus? The guy who sang his own praises every time he shot down a target? Kasumi expected a little more confidence out of him.
One smirk from Shepard, though, and he started fumbling like a teenager. It would have been funny—cute, even—if it wasn’t so embarrassing.