he’s surprisingly reassured by her words . ashley isn’t one to lie , or to ground them in false hope , so to hear her speak their success no , their survival into existence … it means a great deal to the lumbering , already tired turian and his sore muscles . it demonstrates a lot about ashley , and a great deal more about how she feels about him . there will be no talk of death or destruction here , not right now . not in this quiet room where ashley williams nearly died . too much death in this place . everything is far too heavy here . how did garrus assume the citadel would be the ideal place to clear his head ? foolish of him to assume .
she speaks of her family , and he listens closely , browplates furrowing in their pristine focus . at least they’re not on earth anymore . a good thing ; garrus silently counts that as a victory . he needs a few to get by , and hearing that her family is safe is just one tick mark in a box made for a thousand . and while he cannot say the same joyful words for his own family just yet , garrus considers those of the normandy and those of their families as his own kin . it’s something . anything . he releases the breath he’s been holding , nodding , nearly about to comment on her family , and share his relief . words , ready in his mouth , caged behind his sharp teeth and mouthplates .
then i’m really glad you’re not on palaven anymore , and the wound they share between them opens like a gaping mouth , expectant and raw as it waits for answers . she’s cracked the door open and let all the air out of the room , and now it’s no longer a bedside chat in huerta memorial . it’s the conversation . the nagging thing eating away at him now roars itself to life . garrus stutters a bit , goes a little awkward and shy at her words . it takes him a moment to reply . ❝ it’s better if we get it out in the open , you know . rather than letting it … linger , make us ask questions . ❞ she’s not looking at him . garrus slowly leans down and bumps his nose against her fingers splayed on the bed . ❝ my feelings haven’t changed , ash . i was worried about you , too . hearing earth got hit i … ❞ his eyes dart out the giant room windows . ❝ well . let’s just say i’m glad you were with shepard . glad she got you to me in … relatively one piece . ❞ tiny jest , mandibles trembling . ❝ for now , i need you to focus on getting better and back in the fight . and every time we dock on the citadel , i’ll come visit . you have my word . ❞ his blue eyes are tender , muted . ❝ the galaxy changed . THIS DIDN’T .
HER HEART - RATE JUMPS , waiting for his response , a hard pounding that kicks up in slender , sharp lines on the nearby screen . it’s the rush of – not fear , which she knows down to the bone , but something poignant and jagged and waiting . for what , a rejection ? ashley draws breath in tightly , gritting teeth around air . it all comes rushing forward : long nights spent wondering where he was , if he was okay . that gut - punch of horizon – damn it , williams – and the way she couldn’t look at him in the middle of all that ruin , all that violence , all that betrayal . shepard’s and hers , not his , but the ache is the same . and she wouldn’t be surprised if he told her to take a hike .
the roll of his voice muddles in the rush of blood to her ears , both distant and too close , all at once . silently , she brings that williams pride into her chest , stills and waits for impact .
but — the brush of his skin on hers , and she jerks her chin upward fast enough to hurt , automatically rolling her hand over to brush against the expanse of his cheek . the galaxy changed . this didn’t . and she exhales a sigh of warmth , relief , her still form easing under the anchor of his presence , his words .
❝
that’s … damn . okay , consider me swept off my feet .
❞ god , she’d missed him , and despite all that’s happened , this one good thing is enough . it pulls a shiver of lightness through her , and she softens into it – lets herself hum with this small moment .
❝
thank you , garrus . for coming here and … everything .
❞
carefully , as if he might dissipate , she trails a palm up the landscape of his features , fingertips brushing along the plates the way she would handle glass . it’s an impulse , one she doesn’t bother fighting .
❝
and you better stay in one piece. don’t do anything stupid until i’m back out there to protect you .
❞ teasing , shaded by laughter and the curve of her mouth .
her other hand rises slow and steady to match its twin , tilting her frame forward and nearer . familiar and new , all at once , both hands curve about his jaw and pull downward , gently , as she leans up to press her forehead to his . a gesture of hesitant intimacy , testing these waters , and her whisper lulls between them .
❝is this okay ?❞
a writing blog for ashley williams from the mass effect trilogy.
about the writer. jude, 19. she/they. i’ve been writing ashley since … 2016 - ish, and I’m excited to write her again.
001. highly selective + private, but I am willing to plot with non-mutuals if approached.
002. this account will remain extremely plot driven. I prefer at least some sort of pre-established dynamic before threading, so I can have a basic idea of how our characters will interact, though it’s not necessary. 003. multiverse + ship, but selective about shipping.
004. semi-active at the moment.
005. potentially triggering content may be present, such as violence, death, and exploration of traumatic experiences. it will all be tagged to the best of my ability, but if you need someone specific tagged, let me know. tagged as [trigger] / 006. I’m open to any kind of threads (one-liner, para, multi-para, etc.) 007. blog is currently a wip! thank you for your patience.
thank you for reading! you can find the full rules page here.
ashley’s so … physical, in my head. there’s a lot of playful touching. shoulder-bumps, playful punching to the sides and arms, knocking her hips into someone’s side, wrapping her arm around someone’s shoulder, or yanking them into her side. depending on the person, I think casual touch comes so easily to her, and she tends to just be very … touchy. lots of hugging, getting into close contact, loves play-fighting and (playfully!) knocking people around / getting knocked around.