"[text]:I'm sitting on our balcony drunk. And in my underwear. Our relationship with our neighbors may improve. [blondebiotic]"
[text » ‘Beautiful Lover’] I suppose there are others lucky enough to see the great Commander Shepard in her brassiere besides myself. Just be careful not to fall off, don’t want the neighbors to swoon over your boyfriend Archangel saving you.
imagine your OTP just sleeping in the same bed.
no kissing, no sex, no words.
Just the sound of their relaxed breaths and just the slight touch of their hands, feeling so warm and safe sleeping next to the one they love..
Imagine that.
Person A of your OTP wasting all their cash they have on hand to try and win a stuffed animal for Person B out of a claw machine.
"[ anonymous question ] "Do you really even love me?" (any and all ships?) "
Garrus sat on the either side of them, his gaze drifting away from the person he had once loved–once held do tightly right at the calm before the storm. He had told himself they’d be together for as long as life allowed him, but so suddenly his love, his desire for this other being was being questioned, and why?
He swallowed, his throat tight and mouth dry, struggling to speak as he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes shut. The dull ache behind his face seemed to relax under the pressure he performed, sighing loudly.
“It shouldn't be a question.
The love I have for you is indescribable
and cannot be intimated. You are the
one right thing that’s happened in
my life.”
Did that answer their question?