“Life’s not fair!” She growls back, her eyes narrowing in frustration. Taking a deep breath she tries to force herself to relax. It works. Barely. “I know this isn’t the best situation to find yourself in, but it is what it is.”
“It’s pretty.” He was quiet a moment before speaking again. "We had a plant, back when I lived on Palaven. It grew by the rivers. Big leaves, big enough you could use ‘em for shade. So kids would siddown by the rivers under these huge leaves when it got real hot. We weren’t supposed to swim but we could get a little bit of water to throw on each other so no one overheated, heh.“
She smiled softly at the image he presented her. It sounded like a rather peaceful time, and it reminded her of when her father used to take her camping. "It sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon. What were the plants called?" She hoped it wasn’t some crazy name that she’d never be able to pronounce.
Being single had it benefits, she had to admit. There was no way she’d be allowed into the club otherwise, she’d be at home with whatever partner she had, though that itself had its own charms. Holding her drink in her hand she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, grabbing a spot by the front of the stage next to one of the other dancers.
Sipping her drink, she waited for the main dancer to come on, her eyes drifting toward the turian dancing beside her. He seemed familiar somehow, and she set her drink down to get a better look. As he turned to look at her, her eyes widened in recognition and she cried, “Tavi?! What the hell are ya doing?!”
Tavi leaned forward, blinking curiously at it. ”I ain’t seen a lotta Earth plants before,” he said after a moment. Curiously, he reached out to touch the leaves, careful with his talons. ”What’s it called?”
She pulled away and stared fondly at the flower for a few moments before answering him. “Honestly, I don’t know. People just called it the purple weed instead of using it’s normal name.”
tavianalvia says: ✿- Our muses in a garden.
She slowly ran a finger over a broad leaf, her shoulders slouching a little as she felt some of the weight of the galaxy lift off her shoulders. Even if the galaxy was falling to pieces this garden never failed to make her smile. Tuning to look at Tavi she smiled, and beckoned him over. “This plant used to grow around the city I lived in. Everyone call it a weed.”
- Do I Follow Them?: Indeedy do.
- Why Did I Follow Them?: I followed back when i first started on tumblr, and literally followed anyone who appeared. I don’t regret it at all.
- Do We Role Play?: We do small threads, and you send a lot of memes to all of my characters, which is pretty amazing. :D
- Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Of course I do!
- An AU Idea For Our Muses: Hmm… This is a toughie, but I’d love to do a merc AU for Jules, and Tavi could possibly fit in there somewhere.
- A Song For Our Muses: Don’t Stop by Fleetwood Mac. It’s a classic, don’t judge.
- Do I Ship Our Muses?: I don’t ship them as an OTP, but they could be an Brotp. c:
- What I Think About The Mun: An absolutely, amazing wonderfully kind person.
- Overall Opinion: Wonderful. Amazing.
- Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
“Tavi?!” Shepard yelped, squirming beneath the turian’s sudden weight. Trying to shift her legs, she tried to find a more comfortable position, her face tight with pain until she finally managed to find a better spot. “Gods, Tavi. You could have given me a little more notice.”
I’ll Make a Man out of You - my character decides to try and shape up yours.
Juliette’s eyes narrowed in disapproval as she bent down and curled her hand around the turian’s shoulder. Roughly, she jerked him to his feet and scowled, her fingers digging into his shoulder. Her frustration with him was illogical she knew that, but at the same time he needed to be able to defend himself in this damned war. They had lost enough people as it was.
Picking up the gun he had dropped she shoved it into his hands, and barked out a sharp, “Again. And this time don’t stop." She nearly flinched at how harsh the words sounded, but she kept her face as straight as possible.
She continued to push him all day, working him through his paces, forcing him to shoot gun after gun, until she was satisfied with his progress. But the end of the day it was obvious that he was exhausted, and she felt a small prick of guilt, but forced it away. That training might have saved his life in the long run, and if it did… Maybe she’d be able to sleep a little easier at night.
"Good work, kid." She told him softly as she finally took the gun form his shaking hands. "Don’t forget what I taught you.”
☻:three things that make my muse sad
- when she hears the old country songs her father used to listen to
- pictures of Cape Breton
- the tattoo on her forearm (you are more.) as they were the last words Alex said to her
“Woah wait up why would I want to know about the guy asking about me and cursing all the time? He’s probably a creep!”
“I don’t know! But he’s not leaving me alone!” [groans] “Please, Tavi. I don’t want to hurt the poor bastard, but if he doesn’t stop I’m going to end up punching him.”
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
“Oi, Tavi! I swear to whatever gods are out there you need to answer me, cause there’s some guy here asking me about you. I don’t even know what’s he’s trying to ask, all I can make out is your name followed by a string of mumbled curses… At least I think he’s cursing. Gods damn you, Tavi. Pick up. The entire bar is looking at me! Please just pick up.”
If you saw me in the Shower, I would:
[] Pull you in
[] Yell “Get Out!’
[] Pull you in and make out
[] Pull you in and get wet
[x] Ignore What you’re doing
If we kissed by accident, i would:
[x (possibly)] Keep Kissing
[] Bitch slap
[x] Be in shock
[] Push you away
I love your :
[x] Style
[] Body
[] Boobs/Penis
Want my:
[x] Number
[] A Hot Photo of my muse
Should we reblog?:
[x] Yes
[] No
SEND ME “BLACK BIRD” FOR A DARKER MEMORY OF MY MUSE’S PAST
The commander tilted her head to the side and stared at the ground, her eyes fixed purposefully on a small speck of dirt on the otherwise immaculate floor. “Change my path? As in be anywhere but here right now?" She whispered, her voice slightly unsteady. "There’s… There’s so much I’d change. So much I’d ask- and do- differently. I would have gone down to my father earlier. Maybe I woudd have saved him. I wouldn’t have had to run home from school the day I was taken. I wouldn’t have… I would have done everything past the point my mother left differently.”
Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.
“A good kid, he reminds me of myself when I was younger.”