Mr.Vakarian wrote...
sagequeen wrote...

This just looks like a candid photo that one of the squad mates took in battle:
Kyrie: "Miranda, (with a chuckle) what are you doing?
Miranda: "I'm taking your picture, to post on my Facebook"
Kyrie: C'mon...Put your iphone away, we've got mercs to kill!"
See, that's not what I imagine at all. That picture, paired with the "Garrus looks like he's having fun again" screenshot below:
sagequeen wrote...

... played itself out in a little story in my head as the first time Garrus admitted to himself that he was in love with Kyrie, as follows:
"Garrus!"
Shepard's exclamation jerked the turian's attention across the walkway as if his head were on a leash, just in time to see his commander finish a mnemonic and duck back behind her bulletproof glass barrier as enemy fire frosted it with silver spiderwebs. The asari vanguard that was attempting to flush Shepard out of cover yelped and sailed lazily into the air, arms flailing in a fruitless attempt to remain upright.
Garrus’ body responded to that single word instinctively: he had swung his rifle over the barrier at his right side, sighted down on the merc’s center mass and placed a single bullet through her heart before Shepard’s biotic halo even had time to fade.
As the body dropped bonelessly behind her, Shepard glanced over, caught his gaze with her eyes, and flashed him a grin like the morning sun on the water of Neerum Lake on Palaven before darting back out of cover, arms reaching forward to trace the graceful outline of a singularity…
… leaving Garrus transfixed, staring at Kyrie’s waist as it arched above her rolling hips, tilting her backwards to lithe her away from enemy tracers behind a convenient shipping crate, the low-profile armor clinging as tightly to her curves as a turian’s plates…
“Vakarian!” Garrus jerked in surprise; Miranda’s voice was ice water to Shepard’s warm contralto. The Cerberus operative threw herself into Shepard’s newly vacated bolthole with less than half the grace of its previous occupant, her omnitool flashing briefly as some merc’s shields probably vanished in an orgy of lightning somewhere. “Eyes on target!”
Dazedly, Garrus turned and propped his elbow on his forward cover. Spirits! he thought, head spinning, as his fingers told his rifle to kill the human merc foolishly standing up to fire a rocket launcher. Shepard?!
Good lord, Kyrie, how can you not see what you're doing to the poor man?!
I love Garrus. I love writing Garrus. I love writing Garrus with Shepard, even if it's unrequited.
Modifié par Sable Phoenix, 08 novembre 2010 - 10:25 .