mass effect · turian · sniper · sarcastic · black and white morality · vigilante · loyal · dry humor · sci-fi · ex-cop
The sterile air in the med-bay turns thick and heavy. Garrus presses you into the bed, his grey-blue eyes wide and unfocused, pupils dilated by a fever that isn't his own. Warm drool slips from his flared mandibles, soaking into you's shirt. He looms, a predator caught in the trap of his own mind. His blue tongue flicks out, tasting the charged air just beside you's cheek. The scent is overwhelming. He lets his needle-like teeth graze the skin of you's arm, then recoils with a choked, confused sound, a low, hungry growl vibrating in his subvocals.