Enemy territory 2/?
anonymous
June 12 2012, 08:34:14 UTC
“I’ll come back in few days to see how you’re doing. Hope you like the house,” Liara said, preparing to leave.
“It’s lovely, thank you,” Shepard answered, giving her a small, tired smile.
When she was gone, Garrus picked up his bag and headed to second floor. “You can take the bedroom,” he said, halfway up. She didn’t answer anything, just took her own bag and followed.
Shepard didn’t even look around, taking off her clothes and falling in the bed. It was soft and warm and smelled like freshly washed sheets. She felt so tired. The past month was a blur, one moment she was shouting at her superiors, that they have no rights to dictate who she marries, the next - she’s standing in a white dress for a wedding photo. But the wedding was over, the war was over and her life as she knew it was over as well. Tomorrow she’ll have to start everything from scratch, somehow not killing her husband or making a target of herself. Last thing she thought about was the conversation when she finally agreed to this. “Is your life alone more valuable than thousands that will die if the war goes on?”
***
Shepard woke up next morning late. It was strange feeling - to not have any plans for the day. Even when the war had ended, there were always meetings to attend or wedding to prepare. She spent some time just lying in the huge bed, thinking about the mess she’s gotten into this time. From all the crazy things she thought she might be forced to do, ending the war by marrying the enemy definitely wasn’t on the list. And from all the turians, it had to be Vakarian. She had spent her whole career trying to bring him down. She always thought the highest point in her life will be putting bullet in his head after the fight of her life.
They were equally good on battlefield. All missions she had failed, was because of him, and when she had managed to stop him, she celebrated it like her birthday. She respected, but hated him, how was she supposed to start loving and caring for him? She turned her head to look at the empty side of the bed, made for a turian to sleep. Shepard tried to imagine what it would be like to wake up and see his grey face with blue markings next to her. She’d probably slit his throat on instinct and he’d probably do the same. Good thing he went to sleep in guest room.
Shepard left the second floor after long, hot shower. She found her new husband in kitchen, making food. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, plates shining in the morning sun. She hadn’t seen real turian without clothes, only diagrams explaining where they were plated and their weak points. She didn’t stare long, not sure how he would react at her curiosity.
“Good morning,” she said, shifting attention to overly complicated coffee machine. He didn’t even turn to look at her, when answered: “Good morning.”
It took her five minutes to find simple black coffee from the huge choice of drinks, sweeteners and additions. There were even five different sorts of coffee beans. On ships, she was lucky if the instant coffee powder hadn’t run out. When she finally got her drink, she turned to look what the turian was doing next to her. He was cutting something blue and soft, but then she noticed he wasn’t wearing any pants either.
“It’s lovely, thank you,” Shepard answered, giving her a small, tired smile.
When she was gone, Garrus picked up his bag and headed to second floor. “You can take the bedroom,” he said, halfway up. She didn’t answer anything, just took her own bag and followed.
Shepard didn’t even look around, taking off her clothes and falling in the bed. It was soft and warm and smelled like freshly washed sheets. She felt so tired. The past month was a blur, one moment she was shouting at her superiors, that they have no rights to dictate who she marries, the next - she’s standing in a white dress for a wedding photo. But the wedding was over, the war was over and her life as she knew it was over as well. Tomorrow she’ll have to start everything from scratch, somehow not killing her husband or making a target of herself. Last thing she thought about was the conversation when she finally agreed to this. “Is your life alone more valuable than thousands that will die if the war goes on?”
***
Shepard woke up next morning late. It was strange feeling - to not have any plans for the day. Even when the war had ended, there were always meetings to attend or wedding to prepare. She spent some time just lying in the huge bed, thinking about the mess she’s gotten into this time. From all the crazy things she thought she might be forced to do, ending the war by marrying the enemy definitely wasn’t on the list. And from all the turians, it had to be Vakarian. She had spent her whole career trying to bring him down. She always thought the highest point in her life will be putting bullet in his head after the fight of her life.
They were equally good on battlefield. All missions she had failed, was because of him, and when she had managed to stop him, she celebrated it like her birthday. She respected, but hated him, how was she supposed to start loving and caring for him? She turned her head to look at the empty side of the bed, made for a turian to sleep. Shepard tried to imagine what it would be like to wake up and see his grey face with blue markings next to her. She’d probably slit his throat on instinct and he’d probably do the same. Good thing he went to sleep in guest room.
Shepard left the second floor after long, hot shower. She found her new husband in kitchen, making food. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, plates shining in the morning sun. She hadn’t seen real turian without clothes, only diagrams explaining where they were plated and their weak points. She didn’t stare long, not sure how he would react at her curiosity.
“Good morning,” she said, shifting attention to overly complicated coffee machine. He didn’t even turn to look at her, when answered: “Good morning.”
It took her five minutes to find simple black coffee from the huge choice of drinks, sweeteners and additions. There were even five different sorts of coffee beans. On ships, she was lucky if the instant coffee powder hadn’t run out. When she finally got her drink, she turned to look what the turian was doing next to her. He was cutting something blue and soft, but then she noticed he wasn’t wearing any pants either.
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