[ problem. no, two problems. first: mordin is now positive that ariel officials are monitoring their—activities via chip. no other explanation for apparently deeming the Mystery Package Weekend That No One Wants To Talk About a resounding success. enough success that, problem two: normandy crew has increasingly been targeted with various aphrodisiac chemicals in the last several weeks. at this point, mordin is sure it cannot be just him. entire house on edge, agitated, hungry.
mordin is not an exception, no. in fact, he suspects at times that the misfortune befalling the crew could be collateral damage wrought from an invisible campaign to drug him into compliance. he hates it, finds it asinine and ethically twisted, but he hates the idea of reeducation much more. unfortunately, his pride keeps him holding out each time until he's hanging on by a thread, a brilliant mind reduced to rubble, consumed by thoughts of fucking. of biological imperative, endorphins, hormones, misuse of orifices, stretch and pound and wet.
he'd probably slap himself if he thought it would do any good. it won't, though. he knows what will.
he's grateful garrus and thane are housed separately. he doesn't bother to knock. he feels like he's being burned from the inside out and there's really no time left for tact. ]
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GARRUS + THANE » arielverse
Date: 2014-04-17 01:00 am (UTC)( in which there's a threesome for no reason. )
[ problem. no, two problems. first: mordin is now positive that ariel officials are monitoring their—activities via chip. no other explanation for apparently deeming the Mystery Package Weekend That No One Wants To Talk About a resounding success. enough success that, problem two: normandy crew has increasingly been targeted with various aphrodisiac chemicals in the last several weeks. at this point, mordin is sure it cannot be just him. entire house on edge, agitated, hungry.
mordin is not an exception, no. in fact, he suspects at times that the misfortune befalling the crew could be collateral damage wrought from an invisible campaign to drug him into compliance. he hates it, finds it asinine and ethically twisted, but he hates the idea of reeducation much more. unfortunately, his pride keeps him holding out each time until he's hanging on by a thread, a brilliant mind reduced to rubble, consumed by thoughts of fucking. of biological imperative, endorphins, hormones, misuse of orifices, stretch and pound and wet.
he'd probably slap himself if he thought it would do any good. it won't, though. he knows what will.
he's grateful garrus and thane are housed separately. he doesn't bother to knock. he feels like he's being burned from the inside out and there's really no time left for tact. ]
Garrus. You offered. Need your help. Now.
[ but garrus isn't alone, of course. ]