lamblia: fiestylittlequarian: She hated it when it rained. She stepped out of the shuttle and froze when she saw the rest of her squad whoop as they ran out into the rain. Through fighting and hazards and more life and death encounters than any of them cared to count, they’d made it through. Rumors that Shepard had the potential to save them all had only been back channel nuisances at the time. Yet watching Zyire and Maryah kiss with their hair plastered to one another’s cheeks, Kate dancing to unsung music, her friend Marie splashing through to puddles to be reunited with her lover Mason… this was when she forgave Shepard for destroying the Alarei so many years ago though it meant the loss of her mother. With shaking hands she removed her helmet and let the water fall across her cheeks and slide down her armor, admiring a sunset sky. She would soon go back to Rannoch. She wouldn’t have to wander any longer. That’s when she heard him say her name. That’s when tears mixed with laughter consumed her in a wracking sob as she launched herself at Milo, thick dark hair wet and eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky wit. And they didn’t say anything. Their lips were locked and their hands sliding against rain-slicked skin. Their return to the home world could wait just a little longer. She was dancing in the rain. i’m not even going to tell you about using my art without a permission or deleting my comment, but the thing that really upsets me is that it was drawn for my friend as a gift, and this is her character. don’t you think this isn’t really nice?

lamblia:

fiestylittlequarian:

She hated it when it rained.

She stepped out of the shuttle and froze when she saw the rest of her squad whoop as they ran out into the rain. Through fighting and hazards and more life and death encounters than any of them cared to count, they’d made it through.

Rumors that Shepard had the potential to save them all had only been back channel nuisances at the time. Yet watching Zyire and Maryah kiss with their hair plastered to one another’s cheeks, Kate dancing to unsung music, her friend Marie splashing through to puddles to be reunited with her lover Mason… this was when she forgave Shepard for destroying the Alarei so many years ago though it meant the loss of her mother.

With shaking hands she removed her helmet and let the water fall across her cheeks and slide down her armor, admiring a sunset sky. She would soon go back to Rannoch. She wouldn’t have to wander any longer.

That’s when she heard him say her name.

That’s when tears mixed with laughter consumed her in a wracking sob as she launched herself at Milo, thick dark hair wet and eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky wit.

And they didn’t say anything.

Their lips were locked and their hands sliding against rain-slicked skin.

Their return to the home world could wait just a little longer.

She was dancing in the rain.

i’m not even going to tell you about using my art without a permission or deleting my comment, but the thing that really upsets me is that it was drawn for my friend as a gift, and this is her character.

don’t you think this isn’t really nice?

(via scumbag-vanguard)