It seems fate has decided out meetings coincide with galactic threats. You were there for us in our hour of need. We look forward to returning the favour.
3rd Infiltration Regiment
Special Tasks Group
I always draw Mordin lookin kinda evil for some reason. Hope you like *_*
still taking requestsssss
I think you mean KirraHEY HOW YA DOIN
Default Broshep is so hot, Femshep not so much.
Anyways, Broshep and Mordin out for drinks with Kirrahe. For no reason.
Angry Mordin *3* well…actually he just looks annoyed.
and put it together with angry Kirrahe, you get:
a lover’s quarrel
Angry Kirrahe *3*
The doctor whose hands are stained with the blood of a thousand.
The leader whose words led his men to their doom.
They shed their sins and mistakes, hang them upon the door on the way in like they would a coat. Old regrets have no place here. Only happy sighs and warm bodies wrapped up together. Some find their peace in books and silence, but books and quiet don’t compare to the tickle of his scales against bare skin. Or watching how the light plays across his shoulders when morning comes and he wakes up by Kirrahe’s side.
Neither of them are innocent, but for a few hours every night his hands would provide only pleasure. His lover’s words sweet nothings, pressed into his skin between kisses. They tangle their legs together and forget they ever have to leave. It’s a precious lie Mordin has learned to believe over the years, against all logic.
Such titles mean nothing in here where only three words hold power over them.