James in a leather jacket. That I forgot to put the N7 on fffffff o well
No words needed.
james vega dancing like shepard
james vega packing power and penitence behind every punch
james vega, not allowing himself to heal old scars, building his body like some people build war memorials
james vega, hard as steel, but with a heart as soft as his mouth sometimes
james vega bringing cerveza over to watch a biotiball game, cursing every time his team misses a clean fucking shot, c’mon, pendejos!
james vega taking off his shirt ‘cause he’s getting sweaty helping clean up shepard’s pad after one hell of a crazy party
james vega headbutting krogans until both of ‘em black out
james vega, learning his hero’s made outta the same flesh and blood as he is, tired like he is, strong like he is, human like he is
james vega showing up on the anniversary of robert’s death, bumping shoulders with esteban, crossing his arms over his chest and saying nothing but ‘hey.’
james vega looking after war orphans, letting ‘em climb all over him like he’s a jungle gym, flexing his biceps, kids hanging off his arms, laughing and dreaming about what’s out there—just like he did once upon a time
james vega, shepard tattooed on his heart like the N7 on his back
james vega, getting thick around the middle once he hits forty, esteban teasing him ‘cause he isn’t into cardio
james vega speaking every year at commander shepard’s memorial, voice cracking on an old nickname
This took way longer than it should have to finish.
More itty bitty dorks.
I’ll make the post about itty bitty commissions tomorrow.
Reblogging for the day time crew.