#so have some shepard in her pjs asf jsafa

[astralestia]

✧･ﾟ:* —  @viivyre​ ,

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫,  nor even dressed in her casual hoodie. but a loose fitting shirt, that has surely seen better days and a pair of pair of black sweats, that . . . in shepard fashion, were branded with the n-seven symbol! it was within the hours of late evening, early morning onboard the normandy. and though, time did not exist when one is out in the wilderness of space, the ship ran off earth time. so that they could predict, when the day crew’s shifts started and ended and when the night crew, came out to keep the ship running ever so smoothly. in these hours, the normandy was silent. not a person to be seen in the corridors. not even the hum of the ship could be heard ; the best in alliance technology. the only sound that could be heard, was that of shepard’s footsteps as she left the elevator in her socks and round the corner to the communal kitchen space.

❛ liara? ❜  she was half asleep when she turned the corner, hadn’t even realised the asari had been sitting there, not until she had moved closer to the table to clean up the leftover glasses from whomever had been here before them.  ❛ i . . . i didn’t expect anyone else to be up at this time? ❜  she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, which then moved to cover her mouth before she let out a small yawn. sleep did not come easy to the commander, it hadn’t done in a long time. seems as the years go by, it only got harder.  ❛ you want some coffee? i’m going to put on a pot. ❜  she opened one of the higher cupboards, having to reach up far onto her toes just to grab two mugs.