𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲
The stars outside the Normandy glimmered cold and distant, their light stark against the green hue that now lingered in its halls. Synthesis had changed everything. Flesh and machine intertwined. Minds connected by an -
He takes a seat as she suggests. A hint of intrigue sparks in his gaze and his brow furrows at what sounds like playful jab at his character. “Clingy?” He folds his arms.
“Care to explain how monitoring my team’s wellbeing qualifies as that?”
His act of nonchalance is in vain. The notion that he even attempts to give off such an impression only adds to her amusement.
“Ah, the clingy type,” she teases, a grin in her voice and upon her lips. “You’re welcome to take a seat. I have some time.”
In an attempt to appear relaxed, Shepard crosses his arms and leans against the wall. Seemingly unconcerned, he shrugs.
“I like to check in on my teammates, old habit.”
A single, perfectly shaped brow arches upward. The corner of her mouth twitches, betraying the faintest hint of amusement.
She studies him, elegantly sipping at her coffee once more.
“Did you need something?”
it was merely a passing thought … after lieutenant hale questioned the asari’s proficiency in combat. i offered him a brief demonstration ⸻ don’t worry. the only thing that got hurt was his ego.
Risking your trust has never been part of my plans. But I have to ask, who pissed you off enough that you had to remind them about your Krogan bloodline?