The Desolation of Honesty 4/?
anonymous
June 18 2012, 03:32:55 UTC
Shepard had gone through life with things being constantly taken from her. Her family on Mindoir ripped from the mortal coil by Batarian slavers, her life by the collectors, even her death by Cerberus, all stolen. Her actions on Torfan, while fueled by revenge had made her a case study. A figure people looked to, and in her violent need to get the job done; she had become a hero, a bloody icon, ruthless and unwavering, and people continued to take. They touted her as a hero, or a monster, and stole from her to gain hope or fury, to inspire or fear. Never once did anyone ever try to see her though, to try and peek behind the mask that so fluidly moved on her features it was hard to tell there was anyone other than the Great Commander Shepard behind her cold eyes.
Shepard had worked hard at keeping it that way, at building her wall; becoming the fine blade of a sword as she led troops and the sharp snake tongue as she swayed politicians. Knowing full well that the galaxy would continue to take until nothing was left but a broken woman; a woman that knew she would die and from her death they would take again raising her to Legend. A scared little girl from Mindoir pilfered in a one last indignity.
That was until Garrus Vakarian. Even without his signature visor, she knew he saw right through her. She may have been the fiery star the galaxy orbited, but he was the galactic tide. He had so effortlessly chiseled away at her façade it had been too late by the time she noticed. When around him she had laughter that reached her eyes, easiness and camaraderie that rarely showed around others. Garrus like a good infiltrator had made it behind her fences and found that scared little girl from Mindoir, had offered his talon hand to her and she’d accepted.
Now she felt like a fool. The humiliation of it, realising he was only there out of some sick turian sense of duty. Had he ever truly cared for her? Or was he just another person there to take?
He had towered over her, she knew he had done it on purpose, knew how much she hated it. She glared up at him and in the moment that she was going to force him from her chambers, she saw that flicker again. Her hand that had been curling itself in a fist to punch him suddenly changed direction on its own accord and grasped his cowl. Pulling his face towards her, she decided it was her turn to take.
Her soft lips met the hard but pliable plates of his mouth and she darted her tongue into his shocked gasp as she desperately tried to find purchase. A pleased moan rumbling in the back of her throat as his tongue briefly pushed back in a tango with hers. His hands grasped her shoulders hard and for the briefest of moments he pulled her closer before shoving her backward onto the bed. A startled noise escaped her throat as she gazed into his predator eyes, the light of the fish tank glinting softly off the plates of his face causing an odd light to halo around his features and she could see why they had called him Archangel.
He was a raging pillar of light and for the first time in Shepard's life she felt the overwhelming need to look away, but she couldn’t. It was watching a sky car accident in slow motion as he stumbled back to his feet, a look of anger, hurt and betrayal etched on his face and the unmistakable flicker of lust in his eyes. His talons were still slick with her blood and when he ran a hand across his face in disbelief it left new red markings on his face, her mark.
Let Tali see him now. A self-satisfied smirk began to draw itself on her lips.
“Spirits, Shepard.” He growled.
Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes grew dark as she watched him turn and leave. With every heavy clank of his two-toed boots hitting the metal floor, she saw a gaping chasm grow wider and wider.
Re: The Desolation of Honesty 4/?
anonymous
June 18 2012, 20:46:32 UTC
I can totally see this, especially if you play a renegade Shepard. I don't know where you are going with this but I have to say I'm along for the ride.
Shepard had worked hard at keeping it that way, at building her wall; becoming the fine blade of a sword as she led troops and the sharp snake tongue as she swayed politicians. Knowing full well that the galaxy would continue to take until nothing was left but a broken woman; a woman that knew she would die and from her death they would take again raising her to Legend. A scared little girl from Mindoir pilfered in a one last indignity.
That was until Garrus Vakarian. Even without his signature visor, she knew he saw right through her. She may have been the fiery star the galaxy orbited, but he was the galactic tide. He had so effortlessly chiseled away at her façade it had been too late by the time she noticed. When around him she had laughter that reached her eyes, easiness and camaraderie that rarely showed around others. Garrus like a good infiltrator had made it behind her fences and found that scared little girl from Mindoir, had offered his talon hand to her and she’d accepted.
Now she felt like a fool. The humiliation of it, realising he was only there out of some sick turian sense of duty. Had he ever truly cared for her? Or was he just another person there to take?
He had towered over her, she knew he had done it on purpose, knew how much she hated it. She glared up at him and in the moment that she was going to force him from her chambers, she saw that flicker again. Her hand that had been curling itself in a fist to punch him suddenly changed direction on its own accord and grasped his cowl. Pulling his face towards her, she decided it was her turn to take.
Her soft lips met the hard but pliable plates of his mouth and she darted her tongue into his shocked gasp as she desperately tried to find purchase. A pleased moan rumbling in the back of her throat as his tongue briefly pushed back in a tango with hers. His hands grasped her shoulders hard and for the briefest of moments he pulled her closer before shoving her backward onto the bed. A startled noise escaped her throat as she gazed into his predator eyes, the light of the fish tank glinting softly off the plates of his face causing an odd light to halo around his features and she could see why they had called him Archangel.
He was a raging pillar of light and for the first time in Shepard's life she felt the overwhelming need to look away, but she couldn’t. It was watching a sky car accident in slow motion as he stumbled back to his feet, a look of anger, hurt and betrayal etched on his face and the unmistakable flicker of lust in his eyes. His talons were still slick with her blood and when he ran a hand across his face in disbelief it left new red markings on his face, her mark.
Let Tali see him now. A self-satisfied smirk began to draw itself on her lips.
“Spirits, Shepard.” He growled.
Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes grew dark as she watched him turn and leave. With every heavy clank of his two-toed boots hitting the metal floor, she saw a gaping chasm grow wider and wider.
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Also...you're an evil author anon...leaving us on such a promising cliffhanger :)
Looking forward to what's to come next
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