AU. I haven’t written Mass Effect in ages so let’s see how this Shrios works.
Thane Krios was uninterested in the party around him. The music was soft, the lights bright, and all the guests in their colorful dresses sliding along in time. He sipped the glass of wine and attempted to find his target. The turian was nowhere to be seen and that was troublesome. He pulled at his cravat with a slight frown.
Then he heard the commotion and turned. First he saw his target, the dark turian standing proudly as the masses scattered. The old turian glared at the human that walked away from him. She was proud, straight, and held his attention. No- she demanded the attention of those around with her presence. She wasn’t as beautiful as some of the women present, perhaps. But she was stronger, bigger, brighter. And Thane couldn’t look away.
She noticed him when she had her glass, skirting away from anybody that tried to strike up a conversation. Her face scrunching up if somebody was stubborn. Thane watched, especially after the turian had retired to the upper stairs. She wasn’t dainty as she drank, doing a double take when she spotted him and eyes wide. He sipped his wine, eyeing her with a smile of his own.
She smiled in return as she made her way to him. “Good evening,” she said, extending a hand to him.
He slid his hand in hers and then was surprised when she beat him to it, bending down to kiss his. “Good evening,” he said, voice quieter in his surprise than he would like.
She straightened, smirking at him. “I’d ask you to dance, sir, but I just don’t.”
He quickly found ground, taking his hand back as he took to memory the feel of her lips. “I would take your name instead, please.”
She took a moment, as if mulling over if she would tell him. “Might as well get it out of the way then. Shepard. Yes, the Shepard.”