because, let’s be real, my attention span is barely the length of a word right now, so—reblog this with a story you want to write/are writing/won’t ever write/wish you’d written, only in the form of a single sentence.
i will start.
Shepard always liked to tell himself Kaidan was giving him bedroom eyes across the bay, when in fact he was probably just squinting from one of his headaches.
Russia and America acted civil with each other for a change, which was a nice surprise when they actually fitted well together and feelings blossomed gradually, all was started from a shared can of lousy iced coffee from the vending machine.
Moira never understood what Isabela loved about the open sea; then one day, the pirate queen showed her.
She had followed him all this way, hours feeling like years, and all from one witnessed act of violence and murder - now it was time to put the gun to his face and be done with it.
There was a hole in the world where she used to be; this was not a world he could live in, and it didn’t matter what the cost was in order to set it right.
“I never thought I’d say this, but you, Isabela, are the best consulting detective I’ve ever seen,” Aveline tells her, and is absolutely certain by the smirk that crosses the woman’s face that the complement has gone directly to her head.
Varric meets her on the open road, a dusty stop between Gallows Rock and nowhere in particular: she rides on his cart and tells him of dragons and destiny, and when he asks her, slyly, about her future, she simply laughs her long and wicked laugh.