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singularityderp2011-08-10 09:15 am
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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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Garrus wasn't sure when it had started or when he'd decided the strange, blind Alternian girl had need some guidance. Someone to make sure she didn't get into too much trouble or go overboard trying to enact justice everywhere. Especially the Alternian version of it.
Not that he much minded her dedication to justice and making sure that the people who needed to be brought down were brought down. She was almost a kindred spirit, if a lot younger and maybe a bit crazier. But he didn't mind that. It gave him someone to talk to and perhaps, to guide and help. Reminded him a bit of how Shepard had taken him under her metaphorical wing back in the day.
And that seemed so long ago, in a universe and a galaxy he was sure he was never going back to.
She was almost like a younger sister, really. One he could talk to about his frustration with the galaxy at large, how non ever listened or understood that sometimes some people just had to die and that was comforting.
In the end, helping her deal with the fallout of the Alternians crazy relationships and hijinks was the least he could do.
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single digit numbers? in my meme?
Oh my god, what.
Garrus settled into a comfortable shooter's stance, peering down the scope at his target. It'd taken some work, but he'd managed to turn one of the empty warehouses into a decent shooting gallery. Hell, he'd even managed to coax Kaidan out of his basement to give it a look. And work on his ability to actually hit something instead of using biotics all the damn time (or so went Garrus thought).
He started humming to himself softly as his visor's audio kicked in.
Kaidan glanced over at Garrus, brow furrowed in confusion as he lowered his pistol. Garrus wasn't humming what Kaidan thought he was humming, was he?
"Uh, Garrus?"
Garrus answered, sounding slightly distracted as he sent a round down-range, "Yeah?"
"...what are you listening to?"
"Hell if I know. Some human song Parker showed me. Pretty catchy, isn't it?"
Kaidan went silent and then shook his head.
Turians.
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And then this thing of beauty came out.
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Garrus and Parker - U2, "The Unforgettable Fire"
When he'd first arrived on the station, Garrus had never expected his stay to be very long - especially after Shepard had arrived. They'd be gone in a week. Two, tops. Back on their crazy mission to save the galaxy.
Obviously, that hadn't happened. Days had turned to weeks to months to years and it seemed like they were going to spend the rest of their lives on the station, fighting against Hypatia or trying to unravel the mysteries until old age finally caught up to them.
But when Garrus thought about what he'd found here - Shepard (again), a new-found sense of purpose, a woman he thought of as almost-a-sister - and thought of what he'd left behind (depression, a sense of impending doom, of failure, of never being quite good enough), maybe it had been worth it.
Besides, back home he wouldn't be trying to coax Parker out of her favorite bit of vent with promises of ice cream and really, he wasn't going to tell Shepard about the incident that had ended up with the kitchen absolutely totaled, he promised.
Yeah, he probably wouldn't trade that away.
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bawwww I love it. ♥ Parker will do her best to keep Garrus from getting too melancholy, promise.
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Garrus and Skyfire - Scars on Broadway, "Babylon"
When Hypatia finally tired of the organic creatures living aboard her station, events moved quickly. That was why Garrus was half-crouched behind a ruined bit of building, staring through the visor of his helmet at Skyfire. He couldn't remember how they'd gotten split up - the whole affair had become another blur of gunfire, shouts over the radio. A clusterfuck, to use a word Shepard was fond of. Not to mention he'd taken a round to the leg that was slowing him down.
Where was Shepard, anyway? Probably fine. She was always fine.
Garrus took a deep breath and peered out from behind his piece of cover, his HUD flashing little warnings and advice at him as he tried to recall the way to the shuttle bay. He glanced back at Sagan - the large man (well, robot in a man's body) was tending to Garrus leg as best he could. Garrus took a deep breath and then spoke.
"Alright, I want you to go on my count. I'll be right behind you."
Sagan glared at him - well, not quite a glare, really. More of a look of reproach. "With that leg? I doubt it. I'm not going to leave you-"
Garrus shrugged and cut the man off, "My call, Sagan. You go on my count."
Sagan pressed his lips together, looking very peeved off. Well, more than that, but Garrus wasn't thinking about that. "I'll see you on the other side - now stop arguing with me and get out of here. It'll take more than a few robots to get me, alright?"
Sagan stared a moment longer and then stood. Garrus glanced away and had prepared himself for settling in when he found himself being lugged to his feet - half-dragged, half-carried.
"What the Hell are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
Stubborn bastard.
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Funny. Being in Shepard's crew you always figured that you'd go out in a blaze of glory. Guns blazing, following Shepard to the gates of Hell (and back, because she was just that good). So, really, Garrus couldn't complain all that much about being pinned down behind a few crates while gun and laser fire zipped overhead. He craned his neck to get a look at Thane.
"So, when it comes down to it, would you have rather died in bed from your terminal disease or here, getting shot at?"
Thane gave him a deadpan look. "I can't say that I particularly enjoy the thought of either option, but when I imagined my death I did not imagine it... here."
"Yeah, you can say that again," Garrus muttered as he tried to get a good look. He jerked his head back as a bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall.
"...any ideas?" Garrus asked.
"Well, we could wait for them to die of boredom. Somehow, I don't think that's an option, though."
"Yeah," Garrus laughed, "Asking them nicely probably isn't going to do any good either."
He paused and then hefted his rifle.
"Let's get this over with."
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Garrus wasn't sure why he got a slight twinge of jealousy whenever Six and Shepard sparred together. Or went shooting. Or did anything together. It was an odd, disconcerting feeling of insecurity.
So he buried the feeling and did his best to carry on as normal.
It was what he always did, right?
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Those calibrations can wait!
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