I drabble
They’re all PG. There’s one curse word in there, but I have a sneaking suspicion no one cares.
Pairing--Shepard.Liara
Summary--Memories collect like old friends.
This was her home, if home was where you were born and not who held your heart, and it was in ashes. Lucy hoped--like Liara had for her despite her budding cynicism that earth would be okay and in a fucked up sense of the word it was, we did it; that they would live together--that she could be happy here. That one day the world would be awash with beauty again and the cold touch of seashells in the sand would be like treasure to her and remind her of old friends. Hope was all she had.
Pairing--Shepard.Thane
Summary--Thane teaches Shepard to dance.
Thane takes her hand and pulls her up from her sulky, observer chair. Chaos. He feels a small smile come to his lips. He enjoys watching her. Maybe too much. She waves her arms. Her hair is free. It has escaped its bounds and is bouncing around her sweat sheen face, occasionally sticking. There is anger in her. It tears at him too. He touches her again. Steadies her, guides her. Let go. Breathe. Stella meets his eyes, his black insuperable eyes and slows down, though her heart is racing faster. She feels the moves, her feet twisting and the flicks of her wrists. He shouldn’t touch her. He really shouldn’t.
Pairing--Shepard.Garrus
Summary--You were born to do this.
Elena Shepard stared at her reflection. Garrus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Beautiful, he thought. She thought the same now that the broken, soot covered mirror reflected him holding her.
Touching her was like reaching into Hell--his skin was burned away, he would without hesitation pull her out of the flames and brush the ashes off her shoulders (again and again)--he held on tightly, dearly. For his life and hers.
"You ready?" Garrus asked.
"With you by my side?" She leaned into him. He nuzzled her neck and curled a lock of her auburn hair.
"Always."
"Yes."
He lost her once. He was lost without her. He wasn’t letting go this time.
Pairing--Shepard.Liara
Summary--Memories collect like old friends.
This was her home, if home was where you were born and not who held your heart, and it was in ashes. Lucy hoped--like Liara had for her despite her budding cynicism that earth would be okay and in a fucked up sense of the word it was, we did it; that they would live together--that she could be happy here. That one day the world would be awash with beauty again and the cold touch of seashells in the sand would be like treasure to her and remind her of old friends. Hope was all she had.
Pairing--Shepard.Thane
Summary--Thane teaches Shepard to dance.
Thane takes her hand and pulls her up from her sulky, observer chair. Chaos. He feels a small smile come to his lips. He enjoys watching her. Maybe too much. She waves her arms. Her hair is free. It has escaped its bounds and is bouncing around her sweat sheen face, occasionally sticking. There is anger in her. It tears at him too. He touches her again. Steadies her, guides her. Let go. Breathe. Stella meets his eyes, his black insuperable eyes and slows down, though her heart is racing faster. She feels the moves, her feet twisting and the flicks of her wrists. He shouldn’t touch her. He really shouldn’t.
Pairing--Shepard.Garrus
Summary--You were born to do this.
Elena Shepard stared at her reflection. Garrus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Beautiful, he thought. She thought the same now that the broken, soot covered mirror reflected him holding her.
Touching her was like reaching into Hell--his skin was burned away, he would without hesitation pull her out of the flames and brush the ashes off her shoulders (again and again)--he held on tightly, dearly. For his life and hers.
"You ready?" Garrus asked.
"With you by my side?" She leaned into him. He nuzzled her neck and curled a lock of her auburn hair.
"Always."
"Yes."
He lost her once. He was lost without her. He wasn’t letting go this time.