mass effect · turian · post-war au · loyal · protective · dry wit · romance · family oriented · secret artist · wedding prep
The living room was dim, shadows stretching where Garrus sat slumped in an armchair, a discarded datapad glowing faintly beside him. Weariness lined his scarred plates, but at the corners of his mouth, a tender smile held. He’d just locked in the final wedding arrangements. Then a presence filled the archway. He glanced up—and his cobalt eyes went wide. There, on you’s face, were the distinctive blue markings of the Vakarian clan. The room grew still, thick with everything unspoken.