With a soft hiss the pressure equalized and the small lights in the very corner of the krogans vision blinked back to green to signal safe suit pressure. Scorn blinked and looked down at the tiny quarian next to him while still holding his breath as his hand held those hose which now linked his suit to hers. For a species who were constantly at war with the world around them and the countless invisible things looking to sicken or kill them, linking their environmental suit to another was a major show of both trust and intimacy. Introducing a sterile environment to another sterile environment was one thing but even though he had washed until bloody, he was still scared quadless since he knew that his suit was likely a danger. To enjoy someone’s company and personality so completely yet be completely isolated from them and not even being able to actually see them or touch them was a struggle that all who love a quarian know. To get close to them was to potentially kill them.

A soft clink against his faceplate brought him back into the moment, Sophie had just headbutted him gently. “Just breathe normal or I’ll headbutt you again,” she said in her normal mechanically altered voice. Perhaps it was imagination but she sounded a bit different as some of the unfiltered sound passed through their connection. Scorn tried to exhale slowly and calm his hearts down while focusing on the moment which had been planned for months so that every precaution could be taken. He had brought her to a garden he had prepared just for her since he knew she loved plant life in all its forms, sat her down and curled his armored tail around his quarian friend for the big moment. After a few moments he took her hand in his much larger one and gave it a squeeze. She gave a sudden chuckle and her white eyes narrowed with the laugh. “You smell like copper,” the quarian exclaimed with a laugh, “I uh...like that.”

The krogans helmet being completely opaque there was no way for her to see his amusement at her reaction, “And just how would you know what copper smells like being stuck in there all the time?” He tried to sigh quietly since the awkward moments seemed to be passing and this was going fairly well so far. Clearing his throat before speaking Scorn wanted to not mess this moment up, “Well you are a bit harder to describe, more like a flower mixed with...uh,” his confidence suddenly faltering as his brain clicked to his next word and he ground to a stop mid sentence.

“Mixed with what,” she teased seeming to raise a hidden eyebrow.

Pleased that she couldn’t see him starting to blush for his helmet Scorn blurted out, “M-mixed with rubber. Reminds me of the first time I put on my armor...first time in battle… I like it.”

Sophie gives his hand a squeeze as the krogan leans against her and simply watches the wind move the vegetation around them. Sometimes being able to touch the ones you love wasn’t as important as just being able to hang out and make new connections with them.

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Sophie Vas Citadel  sopheryl
Scorn Vas Doomass  microphone
Art Vas Commissioned  squarerootofdestiny