pulling some triple-filtered turian liquor through her straw and then wobbling to her feet, walking up to shepard and grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her against the wall and telling her shepard, i love you, i’ve always loved you
and shepard pulling her so close, body-to-body, that they can almost imagine there’s no material between them at all
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
As soon as the door to the cabin opened, Tali was moving. Quietly, bare feet padded across the distance that separated them, bright gaze taking in his exhaustion. Before Shepard was even able to speak she was there, arms reaching, body pressing against him as she sought comfort within the embrace.
She is a bundle of concern, repressed fear that she hides against his chest when she buried her face against him. She knows his missions are necessary, important. But she feels his absence, the emptiness left behind. Quiet filled only with worry and nightmares until he returns.
Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character.
“I love you” The words are pressed against his jawline in a kiss, a smile curling at her lips. “But I will never understand the overabundance of fingers and toes you have.”
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
The quarian blinked, pausing mid-motion, eyes lifting towards the doorway and the Commander. Slowly, ever so slowly, and without a word, she retracted her wiggling fingers from the display case and the temptation the model ships offered. Turning, she presented her best innocent face to Jace.
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
She flailed, back arching and legs squirming, nearly out of breath as the laughter echoed throughout the cabin. Any struggle she gave was useless, expertly pinned beneath his weight, victim to the tickling of his fingers against her sides. With a squeak and a helpless giggle, she relented, “Okay! I give up! I won’t do it again!”
Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension.
Her eyes had brightened when she had returned, words following soon after in a rushed string of excitement. The entire trip from one Normandy to the other, she had taken Jace’s attention, amusing over being able to tinker with a KEI-9 unit, the differences in engineering, how odd it had been to see the crew.
“And then- and then!” Her fingers curled against the fabric of his sleeve, tugging it excitedly, “She cooked for me!”
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours
Her gaze flickered up, past the orange glow of omni-tools and data pads, seeking him out. Tali’s brow furrowed, nose wrinkling when his response was merely the arch of an eyebrow.
She sighed, squirming closer to him on the bed, voice eager as she repeated. “Jace.”
When that failed to properly get his attention, Tali persisted. Leaning in, she nuzzled against his shoulder, maneuvering herself and shifting between the datapad and his gaze. A pout, a small tilt of her head and she peered up at him. “Jace.”
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Tali whipped around, eyes wide with shock, hand already reaching down to rub her sore bottom. “Jace Shepard!” But the facade wavered, amusement dancing within her eyes
After the Crucible event, Shepard built Tali a home on Rannoch, where they settled down and led a normal life whilst suffering from severe PTSD. Tali allowed geth programs to alter her suit’s environmental functions and restore her immune system. Maelon confronted Shepard and Tali with an idea, something he had come up with while trying to cure the genophage. His idea, when altered correctly, would allow Shepard and Tali to have children together. After months of treatment Tali gave birth to Shepard’s child.
Shepard laid low and in serious pain, mental, physical, emotional, be it from stress or gunshot, the anguish of all those souls riding on them, PTSD, anything. Shepard struggling, and LI helping them.
tali goes to ashley first, asking her what humans usually eat when they’re feeling bad. ashley, of course, drags her to the mess, and after a few minutes of opening and closing cabinets, tali has a tray full of steaming tea and a small mountain of assorted cookies and biscuits to take up to shepard’s cabin.
of course, when she gets there, shepard has dragged herself out of bed and is sitting at her terminal, even though she’s coughing and her torso is all bandaged up.
“shepard,” tali says, and the reproach in her voice is enough to make shepard look remorseful when she turns around.
“i just… there are so many messages.” she has another coughing fit. “and some of them are urgent!”
“that’s what garrus is for.” tali sets down the tray and takes firm hold of shepard’s arm and waist, tugging her to her feet and guiding her back to bed.
“but…” shepard makes grabby motions towards her terminal. tali crosses her arms.
“no.” she starts ticking off on her fingers. “you were sick in the first place. you insisted on still going into combat, and you were exposed to a nerve toxin, which you’re lucky didn’t kill you. and then on top of that it took a shotgun blast to the stomach for you to agree to bed rest for a few days.”
“it wasn’t a bad shotgun blast,” shepard mutters.
tali retrieves the tray. “you need rest, shepard. your crew can take care of it for a little while.” she strokes shepard’s hair. “just let me take care of you.”
After Shepard merged organics and synthetics, Tali, too heartbroken over her loss, never found another love. But at night she dreamed of him, and the part of him that loved her would be there for her for the rest of her life.