LeavesGarrus Vakarian has only lived on Earth for three months, but he already knows there are thing humans do that he will never understand, no matter how well it’s explained to him or how much he tries.
In fact, he’s looking at one such thing right now.
It’s an afternoon in October; the sun is on its way down, colouring the landscape in a warm, golden light.
The leaves on the trees are red, yellow and orange, though most have blown off due to the storm two days ago.
Autumn storms are not unusual, nor is the fact that some of his neighbours are out raking up the leaves to gather into manageable piles.
No, the unusual thing is what his closest neighbour is doing. She’s only raked up part of the leaves, and she’s currently looking around as if she wonders if someone is watching her.
Garrus doesn’t think she can see him, but he moves away from the window just to be sure. Had he still been a C-Sec agent, he’d be ready to make a move, because it seems su
ScarfThe turian looks lost. Jane’s barely seen any turians before in her life, but none of them had looked like this one.
He doesn’t look around like knows where he is, nor how he should react to the red and gold trees starting to get covered in white.
She wonders if they have winters and snow on the planet he comes from, though even if they do, there’s no guarantee he’s been born on that planet (she doesn’t know the name of it, but maybe she’ll ask someone).
She knows that, like humans, aliens don’t just stick to their own home planets. Some leave and never return, others leave for a while but long to be back to what will always be their home planet.
And because he looks lost, she decides to give him her scarf. Well, not the one she was wearing, but the one she’d found in her closet when she’d moved. The one that had belonged to Kaidan.
Kaidan, who’d loved her but left her to travel space. Kaidan, who’d died serving the Alli
Return to Ostagar: The AftermathElissa is broken out of her reverie by the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning around, she sees Alistair, a wild, feral look in his eyes, body tensed for a fight. It’s apparent he’s lost in a nightmare, because his eyes see without seeing.
But he’s still as dangerous as when he’s awake; maybe even more so because he doesn't realise who she is. And he’s stalking towards her, his body and the way he moves screaming predator.
Had he been unarmed, she would have had no trouble taking him down; but she doesn't.
She knows he can kill her before he wakes up, before he realises who she is. What she is.
She has to act fast. Her weapons are in the tent she shared with Alistair, but he is blocking her path.
Oghren is passed out, drunk, so there would be no help from him.
Morrigan was too far away; Sten couldn't be trusted not to harm him right now; the same with Shale.
"It's YOUR fault he's dead!" The tone of his voice was low and men
Mass Effect: Across The SeaHer memory might not be like the drell’s, but Shepard will never forget Thane Krios.
She doesn’t try to forget him, doesn’t try to move on, because he deserves better than that.
Had he been the one to outlive her, he would have spent every second remembering something about her.
Like the way she talks, and how her hands feel when she holds his; the way she moves, and the feeling of her bare skin against his when they move together. He would remember the sounds she makes; the ones when she’s mad, the ones when she dares to open up and let him see her sadness, the small sounds she makes when she sleeps, and the ones she makes when she’s with him: the sounds she only ever made with him. Thane would remember the scent of her skin, be it clean from a shower, or sweaty and bloody and dirty from a mission.
She knows his memory is… was like that because he’s a drell. But that’s not the entire reason. He remembered everything because he let her cl