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SARA. / sararcdcr

            the jungles of havarl were something she cold get lost in. iridescent plants litter the landscape whilst native species unknown to her call out loudly in the distance. her current priority had been to search with jaal to find a plant with a scent pleasant to her, a break from the typical assigments she had.

            with her nose rather close to one particular flower ( having scanned it beforehand to be sure it isn’t poisonous ) she sniffs it —- testing the scent. sara’s eyes light up in delight, rising from her previous crouched position to signal the angara.

    ———-  ❛ jaal —- i think i’ve found one i like! ❜

     ❛  no,  no,  not that one !  ❜    he reaches his arm out in front of her like a  BARRICADE,  impending  doom  rattling in the thick of his voice,  &  he peers at her with the same scolding gaze sahuna  (  &  the moshae,  for that matter )  once gave  him. 

     ❛  it smells good  now,  but that particular flower,  when cut,  emits a very,  very,  very unpleasant  odor,  to keep the galorn and taurg from eating it.  trust me,  you  don’t  want to pick that.  ❜ 

the  CERTAINTY  in his voice promises  first-hand  experience.  he shakes his head,  a little sheepish. 

     ❛  –— my poor mothers !  the entire house reeked for nearly a  week.  ❜

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That’s disappointing. No biology at all?

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SIOBHAN. / galaxiiie

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           THEY STEW IN SILENCE FOR A LONG WHILE.  Incredibly comfortable with the lack of words, as she utilizes it as a time for her to retreat to her thoughts——devising her best PRACTICES when handling delicate relations.  Dips her fingers into the glow of a holographic display to illustrate & inform him star maps that are relative to the Milky Way Galaxy & visuals of specific notable landmarks ; the Citadel, Illium, Palaven, Tuchanka, Thessia, the Mars Archives & lastly Earth.

     ❝ This is the homeworld of my people ; humans.  We are the most genetically diverse & of the last known races to discover space flight. ❞ her voice is a pin drop in the quiet.

his chin knocks back,  chest wide like the holographic world stretched out in front of him.  fascination widens in the thick of his pupils,  &  he feels  YOUNG  again,  like he’s taking his first steps on aya with waterfall dew on his cheek  &  lava heat at his back.  

he reaches out a broad palm to point at her planet’s rich blue.    ❛  is that all  water ?  ❜

     ❛  –— shouldn’t your people have  fins ?  ❜

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SCOTT. / pathsmade

❛     y’know what, jaal ??   we should play a game.   ever play twenty questions ??     ❜        @inalaara     /     sc.

     ❛  no,  but i think  liam  has mentioned it.  –— is it a game of  rhetoric ?  should i attempt to  baffle you  with elenctic questions ?  ❜

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LIAM. / hustlerr

         Fussy, as always. Liam might have shut his eyes, feel the wince twist his face, but they’re well past the point of awkward social entanglements, now. He considers laughing, but doubts that would go over well with the angaran. “Right, right.” His mouth stretches, smiles, sheepish, and raises his fingers to his temple in a casual salute. Kicks his boots together as he squares his shoulders. “Lieutenant Ama Darav, sir. Sorry. Just pissin’ around. Er—- joking.” 

     He relaxes, tucks his hands into his pockets, and sways on the balls of his feet. Liam will look curious, now, head tilting slightly as he observes the naunces in the body language. “I dunno, you’ve got good legs. Strong. It’s all in the leg work, y’know.” A pause. “—–you want to learn? The angarans on Eos took to it pretty quick. Don’t see why you wouldn’t.”  

     ❛  actually,  my legs are quite  average  for an angara.  yours are –—  hmm.  i’m still not entirely sure how yours  work.  ❜    his shoulders bow out,  wide,  like they’re waiting for some answer or explanation.  but he looks at the  ground  instead.  

     ❛  i’ve never been  very good  at games.  my sister,  koana,  always  beat me at  catch-the-kaerkyn  when we were pups.  ❜    jaal rolls his weight forward,  curling his full height out on the pads of his feet before leaning to his toes.  his fingertips  HITCH  the underside of his wrist. 

     ❛  maybe i could … watch,  instead.  ❜

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SARA. / sararcdcr

         ———-  ❛ no, no. it was—–actually, never mind. ❜ sara trails off. she wants to say that she was joking but at the same time she doesn’t want to appear as if FISHING for the compliments in question. no — she was always the type to try and earn them ( even if she DOES enjoy unexpected compliments ) through experience and skill instead of asking. it’s likely a trait conceived from competitiveness with her brother.

            the pathfinder ponders which scent she enjoys the most. often she uses coconut-scented perfumes and moisturisers. it’s reminiscent of the tropics of earth, resulting in a smell that has scents of all three suggested by jaal.  ❛ what about tropical? i doubt there’s coconuts in andromeda, maybe we could find something similar? ❜

     ❛  i –—  am not sure what a  coconut  is.  is that the same  coco  you use in your chocolate ?  ❜   the question draws up into the slim focus of his eyes.  chocolate  –—  the one time he tried it,  he thought he was being  POISONED,  it burned in his throat so hotly.  his nose bunches up like a crumpled pleat;  something close to disgust.  

     ❛  because i really  don’t   like  chocolate.  ❜    his expression flattens in a  SUDDEN,  single slip.    ❛  but,  of course,  if you do –—  ❜

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          The hours were waning, an artificial day-night cycle interrupted by untended hours of sleep. How many nights have you spent sitting cross-legged in front of that window into space, staring as if searching for something unseen? You looked as if all the answers to your problems would spell themselves among the glitter and gold beyond the glass to tempt you into the  void.

Yet no matter how intently you lost yourself in the galaxy, it was hard to miss the familiar   warmth   of the Angara at your side. This was not the first time you found each others company in the dark, illuminated by the glow of the cosmos. 

         Most nights there was long silence,    unburdened    by words. Though occasionally a conversation brewed, the weight of worries spilled out over open tongues like      fresh wounds     bleeding over the stones. Bared ivory with unladen concerns. You’re not sure how it ended up like this, with the both of you spilling your guts for one another in a desperate plea for comfort.

       Jaal was patient, compassionate. He wore his heart on his sleeve, a show of his bravery. You were his opposite, hidden emotions veiled by a false confidence and a bravado. You envied his people’s openness, longed for a life where you trusted yourself enough to not get hurt by   prying   your ribs open to any who would house you.

It was hard not to find yourself    attached,     though you couldn’t    FATHOM    why he continued to return. His gentle eyes matching the gentle soul within him. The first time you leaned against his shoulder would not be the last, and it wouldn’t be the first that he pulled your visor from your eyes to see your amber glow in dim light. 

         You     trusted     him. Perhaps that would be your downfall. But if you were to burn up in the atmosphere, you would do so willingly. As long as you had this moment to remember as the molten fires peeled your carapace away.

              It was a slow action, the meeting of lips, his were soft like a humans and yet just slightly firmer then you’d expected. And the hand on your cheek and the way he moved all spoke of the most      precious softness      you’d ever been awarded. The kiss was like the feeling of freshly washed sheets, the ocean air over the beach, the sight of a summer sunrise –

     Perhaps neither of you really had much, him with so much to prove to his people, and you with no place to feel a belonging to. But, at least for these nights, when the stars illuminated the brush of sky beyond the glass, and the hours melted away to nothing – You would have    each other.

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I endure.

E. Lockhart, from We Were Liars (via the-final-sentence)

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“I really love the way you laugh.”

★・ﾟ: *✧ COMPLIMENT SARA!

            she reaches to grab a glass from a tall cupboard in the kitchen of the tempest, slightly eavesdropping on the group who are currently residing in the area. a bad joke from gil that she finds hilarious sends the pathfinder into a fit of laughter inexplicably, and she’s caught out on listening to the conversation immediately.

            it’s lengthy and loud, the howls of laughter echo through the hall well into the medical bay ( lexi’s going to be wondering what is wrong with her to be laughing this loud ) at least. glad nobody’s asleep right now in the crew quarters, for they would certainly wake up. sara laughs so much in this moment that she’s keeled over the kitchen counter crying.

            what she doesn’t expect is jaal to say ‘ i really love the way you laugh ‘ and it makes her face grow red and her head turn to face him in shock, lips parted slightly and eyes widening. perhaps it’s reminded him of how his people laugh – they are a species known for outwards emotions after all. still, she’s already a mess with red eyes and tear stains after laughing so hard and now her face is red too. good thing that it’s only the tempest crew around her.

            but of course she has a feeling that this will be a future blackmail moment for sure.

       ———-  ❛ i—–um... ❜

            quickly, sara grabs the glass she originally intended to get, fills it with some water from the sink’s tap and leaves immediately to hide in the pathfinder’s cabin until her face turns to normal. 

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LIAM. / hustlerr

           Angaran physiology can be, well—- alien, in terms of discerning emotional expression. Liam’s inquisitive nature tends to bleed into the realm of invasiveness; he’s careful not to stare too long, too keenly. Recognises, now, the trace of confusion in the jowls, the crinkled nostrils. Jaal intones a resonant hum, and Liam feels uneasy, though he can’t quite explain why, until the tyrian rebel speaks——-

          “Oh, it’s footie—– football. Some people know it as soccer. Figured it’d be a good way to come together, yeah? Teamwork.” A pause. He smiles, lopsided and flashing teeth. “Why? Thinkin’ of gettin’ your feet dirty, Ama Darav?” 

     ❛  my name is  jaal,  or  jaal ama darav.  just  ama darav  is my family,  and you  can’t call me that  unless you’re addressing me with a title,  like  lieutenant.  ❜    commanding,  that tone, to match the title.  it’s always surprising how  little  aliens know of  COMMON DECENCY.  liam,  at least,  seems more  willing to learn  than most.

in any case,  jaal’s chin sways back  &  forth,  dismissive.  sheepishness  raises its heavy head,  &  his weight thrusts his heels back.  he rubs his shoulder,  arm,  elbow;  fidgeting.  HESITATION wriggles itself into a stuttered blink. 

     ❛  i –—  don’t know the rules.  and i would probably be  bad  at it.  ❜

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jaal’s facial piercings lms if u agree

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I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories (via wordsnquotes)

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Hey Jaal, bet you ten credits I can do more pull ups then you can.

❛  i don’t  have  any credits.  angara don’t  use  abstract wealth.                       –— do you need them ?  to buy something ?  is it an  emergency ?  ❜

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there’s  CURIOSITY  in the crescent slant of his shoulders,  laced up like  tension,  balanced precariously on the unsteady weight of one antsy leg.  contemplation gathers at his nose in a sloppy seam,  knotted there.  he thumbs at the clear cleft of his chin,  tongue flatted over his lip,  &  the breath almost  purrs  off his tongue:   ❛  liam –—  ❜

     ❛  what was that  game  you were playing ?  on eos ?  ❜

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SARA. / sararcdcr

        ———-  ❛ i would! i signed up for adventure, and i got a lot more than expected. ❜ there’s a chuckle from her; times may be horrible but she isn’t going to let this bring her down. the pathfinder tends to focus on good times more than the bad.

             sara’s eyes light up in admiration as the angaran speaks, jaal always knows how to give a sincere compliment – though that may be a perk of being an angara.  ❛ if you keep up with the compliments i’m gonna end up with the biggest ego in andromeda. you know what? the next time we go to havarl we’re stopping so we can find things to make a perfume together. sound good? it’ll be fun, and a nice change of pace from fighting kett all the time. ❜

     ❛  compliments ?  ❜    jaal offers an incredulous echo.  his chuckle captures at his cheek,  &  he leans in with one foot,  a little closer.     ❛  –— i was simply saying what i was  thinking.  i can  stop,  if you’d like.  ❜

(  most humans don’t seem to be very fond of that,  he’s noticed;  some of them even glow a bright but pleasant shade of  RED  when he speaks to them freely.  he finds their sheepishness charming, among  silly  )

he lifts an index to sweep down the diagonal of his cheek,  a nimbus of curiosity forming between his gaze.

     ❛  i wonder –—  what kind of perfume do you prefer,  sara ?  something … floral ?  citrus ?  maybe,  oceanic ?  ❜