[*aggressively pets face* 

Iloveyousomuchandwemustdomoretogether. y/y?]

[Oh maaannnn. I’m actually an entire decade younger xD]

Head: What does your muse usually dream about?

Hackett is usually blessed with dreamless sleep, though the times he does dream it tends to be of the time before he enlisted and right after he enlisted.

Eyes: How does your muse handle intense emotions?

The admiral tends to ignore all emotions, as they get in the way of his job. However, if the emotion becomes too much he starts to break down. First his eyes become unfocused, and his shoulders slump. Then he starts zoning out, and depending on the emotion will begin to act impulsively. 

Scarlet - I like you.

Teal - I’d date you.

Red - I love you

Pink - I could stay on your tumblr the whole day.

Yellow - You’re amazing.

Lilac - You’re cool.

[ *dies* ]

Send me a ‡‡ if you like how I portray my muse.

[BABY NO. *POURS LOVE ON YOU*]

Send me a ‡‡ if you like how I portray my muse.

[BABY LET ME LOVE YOU.]

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

Hackett sighed as he heard the commander’s snores. So much for their meeting. He could feel his own weariness deep in his bones, and he let out a shaky breath. If he made it through this it’d be a miracle. He was getting old, too old to continue fighting wars like this. Settling back as far as he could without disturbing the commander’s head on his shoulder he closed his eyes. The only thing he could do now was wait and hope that Shepard slept well.

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

The tough as nails commander was sleeping on him, and he had no idea what to do. Anyone could see she was exhausted, but… Oh damn it all to hell. If she needed to sleep he was going to let her sleep. Slowly he poured himself another cup of coffee with his free hand, and settled down to wait for her to wake up. Silently he promised that no matter what happened he wouldn’t wake Shepard up. No. It was better to let her sleep until she woke herself up. 

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

Hackett leaned back in his chair and looked down at the sleeping commander. It had been a rough past few weeks for them both and he was almost tempted to join her for a brief nap. She looked almost peaceful as she slept. The years and the stress didn’t completely leave her face, but she looked more… more like her own age instead of ancient and halfway broken. Sighing through his nose, he allowed his eyes to slide shut. He could finish his work later, right now they both needed sleep.

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

Shepard had looked exhausted when she had stumbled through the doors and he didn’t blame her. Moving his arm slightly so he didn’t wake her, he tried to make himself more comfortable prepared to sit through this for a while. He only prayed she didn’t snore too loudly.