#aamusedly: garrus

[omegalegacy]

Garrus was wrong in his assumption. Aria didn‘t want him saved— Liselle knew that much. Perhaps she didn’t want him dead like the other mercs, but Liselle‘s mother wouldn‘t care whether Archangel lived or died. As long as he wouldn‘t piss her off. What would devastate Aria, though, would be if she were to find out about her daughter‘s plans. Teaming up with Archangel. A dangerous plan. A desperate measure.

His words were ironic. Liselle was about to work against Aria. Not the way other people tended to. In a worse way. She wasn‘t a nuisance, some insignificant person Aria could get rid of. She was her daughter. It was a secret so well kept, that the day they would pass, it would die with them. And as Aria‘s daughter, she was her only weak point. Her soft spot. If Mother were to find out Liselle is planning something like this.

Liselle didn‘t want to think of the consequences. No. This wasn‘t ever going to happen. No point in imagining such a scenario.

„Proof?“ Liselle raised a brow. „Proof that I work for Aria?“ She paused for a moment. Why would Archangel need that verified? „If you believe Aria is involved in this— I‘m now enlightening you that she isn‘t. I may work for her, but my interest in you is entirely personal.“ Liselle explained.

„You‘ve been around. You‘ve got some leads that I need. There‘s someone that I need to dispose of.“ The words are laced with just a tinge of venom. Judging by her expression, it may seem as if whoever she is talking about merely got in her way, pissed her off a little. But it ran deeper than just that. Inside, she’s equally as crestfallen as terrified, though she keeps a calm composure thanks to the mask of stoicism she has learned to perfect over countless years. Liselle rarely is scared. Rarely does she act out of desperation. Here she was.

„We can talk more, but not here. This sort of conversation is best kept private.“ Liselle suggested. „And if any of the mercs come visit and they see you? They may have never seen your face, but regardless, they’ll recognize you. It’s so painfully obvious you just took a rocket to the face.“ Harsh words, but Liselle‘s tone was playful, almost warm. She knew Garrus could handle dark humor. Perhaps it would even help establish rapport if she mirrored some of his humorous mannerisms. She was good at reading people and she had sensed that Garrus was the kind of person to cope with humor when everything seemed to be going haywire.

„I know a place where you‘d get better medical treatment, anyway.“

Garrus looked so still and on edge that he might've been a convincing statue, there outside the slum clinic in the dark. Aria wanted him saved? He'd been wise not to directly piss her off, but meanwhile Garrus knew he wasn't exactly useful to her now.

He wasn't useful to anyone now. Still hanging on by a thread, no matter who was trying to scrape him off.

The dark thought passed, and Garrus snapped back to attention, eyes narrowed at Liselle. "Makes sense. You don't have that kind of pull working against her around here. ...Regardless, I'll need proof."

"And a reason for your... kind gesture. I doubt it's for the tax writeoff."

[stxsis]

closed starter for @aamusedly's garrus.

Turians can't drink the same liquor that humans do, so when she pours their drinks, Shepard pours each glass from a separate bottle. Hers is two fingers of dark brown and his an equal measure of something that looks like melted down candy to the commander-- though she's seen bottles of this exact shade of blue lining bar shelves before. She judged its quality by the height on the shelf, same as she would a human drink, so by her math they were both drinking some fine whiskey she'd picked up from Aria's club. That only mattered insofar as it affected her friend's mood (maybe he shouldn't be drinking so soon after being blown up but she's no Chakwas), so she downed hers and waited for him to do the same.

"I need you to make me a promise, and you're not gonna like it." She says finally, reaching for the bottle to pour him another. Tattooed fingers slide his glass down the bar and she regards him with a look that could only be described as a tightly coiled spring ready to be sprung. "I told you when you woke up that I needed you even more because of Cerberus, but I feel the need to clarify a few things."

[call-2-arms]

WHAT -CORE AESTHETIC ARE YOU?

Skycore:

Oh to be a random cloud floating in the sky without worries. You're a very creative and curious person, and your dream is to explore everything the world has to offer. You tend to get lost in your own head, but that's the best alternative you have to travelling at the moment.

TAGGED BY: @chaotiicgoods ( thank you! ) TAGGING: @aamusedly ( Garrus ), @madeluminary ( Legion ), @bloodiedbiotic

[spakonamoved]

leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours.           /          @aamusedly, garrus vakarian.

Shepard does well to not look at the clock. If she does, she’ll start to think too hard. Time is ticking. The Krogan are on Earth. The Crucible is en route. The galaxy will have her back soon enough; right now, she’s Garrus’, and that’s all she needs to be. Like he can tell her mind is wandering, his mandibles chitter and his talon traces harsh black lines.

Spirits, you’re soft.

Shepard hums, a small laugh that only the Reaper Specialist is privvy to hearing. She sort of likes it, admittedly, being called soft. Nobody else would call her that. She’s gonna miss the bed on the Normandy. It’s full of very good memories. Shepard turns her head up from his carapace to study clan markings and the now familiar scars of his face.

“You can thank shore leave for that,” she teases him back and keeps her leg knit between his own. The other comes to rest atop his in a slight adjustment. She’s thankful they had one last final moment to relax. A second wind from all the fighting. She hopes that Solana and his father are resting as well as they can in Anderson’s old apartment.

She kissed him again, and it’s soft, too. The nuzzle of her forehead against his, a bump or two amidst gentle pecks. She thinks about the clock again and doesn’t think there’s time for another tie breaker. Charlotte leans back into the bed and thinks it’s better to say what’s on her mind now while there’s still time to.

“If I don’t make it,” Shepard speaks up her eyes fixed on the ceiling, “Remember to keep feeding my fish, and let Gilbert out in his little ball from time to time. I want you to keep on flying with the Normandy -- Adams knows -- there’ll probably be a lot of cleanup. It’ll be good to have you here with her.”

[mantis-scope-moved]

GARRUS HAS MOVED.

HE IS NOW ON MY MULTI, @aamusedly. 

[virmireisms-a]

Garrus: Would you slap Kay-

Ash: Yes.

Garrus: I didn't even finish!

Ash: Sorry, continue.

Garrus: Would you slap Kay for 10 dollars?

Ash: I would do it for free.

Kay: Rude...

[[ @smashedagainstashuttle @smokedanced @aamusedly ]]

[akuzeisms]

Old Hollywood Aesthetics

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell

datebook: clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night

sunglasses: quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels

martini glass:  goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice

a little pet: gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful

tagged by: @turixn-renegxde thank you!!!!!! tagging: @koikage101-canon-rp (kaidan), @aamusedly (garrus), @systems-alliance-pilot, @sanguinibus (Kaidan) & anyone else who'd like to steal!

[stxsis]

what does love feel like to you?

everything nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.

stolen from: @muutos tagging: @teltinsurvivor, @torntruth (liara), @aamusedly (garrus), @afraidofchange (ashley), @corvidamned, and @dontstepinmypuddle.

[stxsis]

ARCHETYPES QUIZ.

Stolen from: @tacticalvalor. Tagging: @torntruth (Liara), @firstkeptdaughter, @seaofbeachystars (Thane), @aamusedly (Garrus), @viseral (Nihlus), and @taleswritten (Samara).

[spakonamoved]

“Oh yeah?”

His grin is easier this days, even if he’s still spending more time on Earth than he wishes he was. The shuttles that send the krogan back towards Tuchanka are still a bit slow going for his like, and if he leaves there’s no saying what the Council or humanity will take on their next inch. The burden of war is no longer heavy, and heavier than that had been his people’s fate.

Now it’s all resolved, and uncle Wrex is pleased to recline on the La-Z Boy in his Alliance gifted apartment as he ‘helps’ them sort out the rest of the rubble that’s only recently come to rest, “If it’s galaxy gossip, then let me get a drink first. You want anything?”

@aamusedly sent:  ❛  i’ve  brought  you  a  gift .  ❜ Garrus @ Wrex !

[spakonamoved]

“It’s not that bad,” her smile is slight, but still visible, “It’s not like you have to go in naked. Sunning afterwards is lovely, too.” Another night of drinking and chatting -- it paid to have her room near the bar. It meant plenty of guests, and any chance to chat or talk about the collection she’d brought along was welcome.

Garrus had visited so much he’d heard all the stories of art and books. Now it was small talk and getting to know him. It was nice -- welcome in a way that she’d never had before. All other ships she’d flown in as of recent she’d been a stowaway. Getting to know someone actively instead of as a voyeur was nice.

“Fine, fine -- no oceans. If you had to choose somewhere else on Earth to visit, what where you pick?”

@aamusedly sent: “I’d rather walk into the freezing ocean.” Garrus @ any ME muse of ur choosing

[spakonamoved]

“That makes two of us, Big Guy,” But Shepard was grinning all the same. Impressed and proud and holding back laughter. Of course, hinsdsight was 20-20, something only made even easier to spot as sirens sounded. They were only getting closer. That was bound to happen when firing shots off the Presidium -- it had been a miracle nobody had called them in the first time.

Though, to be fair the first time they hadn’t been shooting at the fish in the lake.

Shepard gently put a hand on Garrus’ shoulder, a gentle encouragement to start moving to their sky car not that far away, “C’mon -- we gotta move,” She was snickering with every push ahead, “Let’s get out of here. I think I’m craving sushi.”

@aamusedly sent: “Ooh, someone’s in trouble. It’s me. I don’t know why I did that.” Garrus @ Sheppy

[spakonamoved]

@aamusedly sent: ''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway -SHAKARIAN BABIE

She’s just so fucking lonely, she tells herself. Lonely and pent up an always fucking angry. Shepard only knows fighting. It’s been that way since she was young. It’ll burn her up, leave her empty or tired or dead. It’s just a matter of when. 

Garrus throws her hard against the wall and it knocks the air out of her lungs in a painful heave. His forehead bumps hard against hers like she’s smacked it against a brick wall. Shepard gulps for air and pushes back on his carapace so hard he staggers back. It’s followed by a kick to his knee and as he staggers he pulls her down with him. How fitting.

Her lips press against the chitin of his mandibles, his tongue juts out and she tastes his iron and he hers. She wants to hate him. Wants him to hate her. Too much pain. Too much pride. She’s a lesser race and his face still aches from the skin grafts still have yet to heal.

For a second she wonders if he does as metal plating digs so harsh into her skin it leaves a welt. Then his tongue sweeps across bold geometry on her neck and she forgets where she is and what they are and why this doesn’t work.

[galaeus]

❛ i’m a lost soul maybe — i don’t feel at all like i ought to feel. ❜ from garrus!

Growing quiet at what feels like a confession in this lawless land, Echo pulls her knees up to her chest in contemplation. The Archangel --- Garrus, she has to remember his name is Garrus --- has done wonders since she sought him out that fateful night at Aria’s seedy nightclub. Things feels lighter on burdened shoulders. The nights are quieter, if not completely silent yet.

“If you lost your soul somehow, then I’m... screwed.” She lets out a small huff, focusing on a crack in the wall of this hideout. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a lost soul. I think you’re just... tired. You do a dozen good deeds and another two-dozen bad show up.”

Her attention flickers to the Turian. “I don’t think people who do good things really feel much of anything. Think the whole Good Samaritan act is bullshit.”

/ @aamusedly​

[akuzeisms]

"Huh?" She snaps out of it at the sound of a voice, seeing Garrus there. It takes her a second longer than usual to process his question.

"I'm fine." She's lying, but he doesn't need to know that.

“Have you been sleeping?” 

[virmireisms-a]

Ashley was not one to let anyone touch her guns--let alone someone she really didn't know well. Sure Garrus had been on the Normandy for a while, and they'd spent some time talking shop about guns, it wasn't enough for Ashley to trust him with her hardware. She'd begrudingly let Kaidan help her calibrate a concentration module she'd picked up on the Citadel last week, but not after a lot of coaxing on the Lieutenant's part. Fortunately for Kaidan... well, he was sweet and friendly, and he damn well knew how to manipulate it.

Garrus... was more like Ashley. Blunt, tactically apt, and straightforward. A little rough around the edges, too. In this situation, their similar personalities weren't helping; it was just a matter of which of the two of them was more stubborn than the other. Ashley held the rifle in her hands with a narrowed gaze, like it were her baby (and it was--she treated her guns with expert care).

"I don't care who certified it. You're not touching my weapons." She was firm on that point. It wasn't even that it was Garrus; she just didn't want anyone touching her stuff. "And I certainly don't need anyone to do it for me. If I want it, I'll do it on my own." She turned back to the bench, setting down her rifle that she'd been working on and carefully pulled it apart, cleaning each of the internal mechanisms with care and delicacy.

"And if you think it's 'just a scope', then you don't know your gun tech very well, Vakarian," she shot back, eyes narrowed. "It's a Cipritine Armory X-51C scope designed in collaboration with the Kassa Fabrication line of Harpoon rifles. It makes the Harpoon wickedly accurate, but the calibration changes the penetration power of the Harpoon to be significantly lower to make up for the accuracy given by the scope. I've got a Rosenkov Materials Volkov rifle, and because of the Volkov's design, the loss of stopping power from the Volkov's penetration capabilities makes it worse than the Harpoon if you add the X-51C. I don't like how the Harpoon handles, and I can manage the Volkov's kick to maintain nearly the same level of accuracy the Harpoon gains from the enhanced scope."

@virmireisms​ said: “ What if I don’t want to give them to you? “

Garrus looked absolutely unamused with her answer; though a Turian face was harder to read the way his hands sat at the crooks of his hips was sort of a universal language. 

“I’m offering to help, Chief,” he started slowly, though a bit impatiently. “Palaven-certified tech upgrades will give you an advantage with long-range fire. It’s just a scope.” 

“I’ll even do it for you.” Now that last one was a little snotty of him.