She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 04:48:36 UTC
((So we need a name. And...yay for more disturbing! There will be some..kink somewhere. In a less disturbing manner. Or more. What say you guys to attraction to the thing that isn't Shepard but looks like Shepard but is secretly or not so secretly an eldritch abomination?
In other words, what do the Hanar see?
Also, we need a name for the kid. Help me anons!)
Today is her child's birthday. The house was full of festive people and a festive atmosphere, full of loving family members and friends. Nothing could happen that would ever dampen her high spirits.
(Except for the person standing stock still, posture straight, eyes unblinking-watching everything and everyone with empty eyes. And no this wasn't the Geth.)
All her old friends were here to celebrate her daughter's birthday. It was an especially joyous occasion as she had finally tracked down the last remaining relatives she had, those that survived the fall of Thessia.
Everywhere she looked she could see friendly faces. The mountain of presents for her daughter, one item looked suspiciously like a rifle, might be Williams or Wrex.
(Or her father)
"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mom. Mom. Mother. Mom. Mum. Mum." The incessant cries of her child, she didn't notice her until she started chirping. "Muuuum."
With a quickness born from battle, Liara swooped and nabbed the little bluejay (Shepard told her a bluejay was an Earth bird and it was blue. Hence the name.)
"Mom?" Eyes hauntingly familiar looked at her framed by a round blue face.
"Yes dear?"
"Is Daddy okay?" Her tiny face was scrunched up in concern.
(Is Daddy okay? No dear. No. No. No it will never be okay. She was dead. Dead. Dead and there was nothing she could do. Nothing left to bring back.)
"Yes, of course." Liara held her darling baby in her arms, against her chest tightly. Even from here she could see it still standing there. (She made sure she was in the right location, always watching, it wasn't fear. Just wariness. Rightful paranoia).
"Uncle Javik says..." Her little wing's face scrunched up even more in an attempt to mimic Javik's way of speaking. "She's an ab--ab-abom-dominalation."
Oh, Javik. Ever since the War ended, he had lingered behind to watch over her when she was pregnant. When questioned he said it was his duty to the woman who had made it all possible.
It took him all of two seconds to shoot the Shepard when it arrived at her doorstep while she remained motionless.
He knew what it was and cautioned her from letting it remain here. A good throw out of an airlock, that was his suggestion. Better yet an incinerator.
But she couldn't do it.
"Your father is...." Was. Her father was. Her lover was.
Was. Had been. Will never be.
"Your father loves you. Will always love you." She clung to her little wing just a bit tighter.
"O..Okay?" The child became a squirming child as she protested the hold. "Mommy, why don't you ever hug daddy?"
Liara felt her heart skip a beat. Then two. Oh my little wing. (In some ways she had become her own mother, distancing herself from the father of her child but for good reason.)
The back of her throat became dry, acidic in taste.
She could remember Javik's four eyed glare and his words. ( "If you cannot even hold it, why let it stay here? It is not Shepard. That woman is dead." )
Part of it has been her inability to let go.
Part of it was hope.
Part denial.
Grief.
"Hey blue!" It was Jack, here to rescue, for once. "Come'er!"
Shamefully grateful for the reprieve, she lowered her daughter onto the floor. "Go and play."
"But Mom!"
Liara had left by then, wading into the sea of people leaving behind a confused and anxious child who shared similar traits to her mother and father.
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 04:59:02 UTC
With FemShep/Liara's daughter, I always go with some form of the name Benezia. Like Zia or something. I'm writing a Grunt hangs out with Shepard family story, and he calls her Bean as a play off Bene. Or you could go with Hannah T'Soni-Shepard.
But anyway, awesome story. Like the bluejay nickname. Also, would totally be up for some moderately disturbing attraction to the Shepard-bot. Makes sense that of course Liara would still find Shepard attractive, especially seeing some form of her every day. And Shepard, with that programming, might try to hop into bed with her and do what Shepard would do. Can Liara form a meld with this thing, even?
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 07:14:47 UTC
A!A here
Oh God. Oh God. Why? You guys...you just want more disturbing stuff. Fffff
You know given the Reaper's technology they could have done their own Lazarus project, just instead of putting Shepard back in Shepard they put in the Shepard in Shepard. Like a terminator.
...Which brings to thought of the Shepard making itself a Shepard body so it could continue it's duties in giving Liara orgasms. Or just..general body horror of a body made entirely of living tentacles. *___*
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 20:26:06 UTC
I could see Reaper Shepard wanted a more human body, perhaps after hearing Hannah talk about how strange it is that Daddy doesn't age or seem to blink much. Maybe reconstructing Shepard's old body through cloning, like how Miranda was create. Or yeah, the tentacle route. Shepard Penishands.
Re: She has your Eyes (4/?)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 07:57:38 UTC
A!A here
...The..fffff
I can't even man. I cannot even.
I could see that Reaper Shepard gets a body made specifically for the lovings and Liara getting creeped out. Can you see your lover putting on a new body so that it would please you?
Maybe she...not exactly falls in love with Reaper Shepard as much as it's...Lima and Stockholm syndrome wrapped together with a healthy dose of grief and distress.
How much of Shepard should be left? I already hinted that there is something there, her spirit...or perhaps it is a new entity created by Shepard. It's still eldrich abomination all the way--
It could end up good. Or it could end up with someone being lite on fire.
Hrm, two bodies? One is the..Shepard Penishands...lol. And then clone Shepard. Person. Reaper Shepard might be apprehensive about that, the body has no natural defense. Might get ended.
Interlude (5/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 07:12:01 UTC
It wasn't a surrender. Anyone with half a brain knows that the Reaper War ended with no one winning except the Reapers. Nearly half of the intelligent life in the galaxy was gone, and more unaccounted for.
(More who were turned into husks, made into Reaper goo)
What kind of surrender leads to the enemy still lingering? Fully armed? Watching like parents over children. Some people tried to attack, wanting revenge. They were rebuffed, ignored even.
The Reapers just stopped attacking, stopped fighting and simply waited. And helped.
There wasn't anyone to talk to, there was no representative. The silent neighbors armed with laser beams did not act. There was still fear that the Reapers would start killing again, fear that this was all a massive trick that nothing had changed.
There were those who started to worship the Reapers as their gods, hoping they would be spared. Those who fought even now. Those who view the mechanical machines with indifference.
There was no real way the Council races could ever accept the Reapers or their lack of a surrender. The constant presence of husks roaming the countryside didn't help either. Attempts were made to cage them, to study them, to see if there was anything left-anything.
(The black faded from the banshee's eyes briefly, a horrified blue pupil shoned- all went back to black.)
Some where killed, the soldiers waiting with baited breath for appraisal. There were none. Others tried to find loved ones. These shambling 'zombies' were a reminder of the looming monsters.
(As if they needed more- as if the scars and blackened area of the planet were not reminder enough. The dead placed in mass graves.)
This was worse than all the husks dying, than the husks suddenly vanishing. The Reapers gave them a choice.
She has your eyes (6/?)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 19:23:14 UTC
Daddy is funny thought Hannah Shepard-T'soni.
How could anyone just stand there without moving? She tried to do that. It was really hard though! It made her feet hurt and her toes tingle. But she wanted to be like Daddy so she tried and tried.
But then she got tired too!
Daddy was so hard to be like.
Sometimes Daddy showed her how to use a gun. Coolest day ever.
But sometimes Daddy didn't do anything and wasn't fun at all. (A child doesn't always notice that things are different. Dad was just dad and mom was just mom.)
"Daddy!Dad!Dad!" Hannah tugged on her father's pant leg. "You're gonna miss the party."
Brilliant blue eyes quite unlike hers stared down unblinkingly. Hannah just tugged more resolutely. "Daaaaad~"
Daddy wasn't like any of the other adults, she's so much cooler and scares everyone else! Even if Daddy is a bit slow. She loved Daddy anyways.
"Piggy back ride." She raised her hands up.
Tapped her little feet expectantly.
In the distance Liara watched hands clenched together.
Cool hands grabbed the expectant little bluejay plopping her on her shoulders. Hannah held on tightly to Daddy's head, hugging her Daddy with all the strength her tiny body could muster.
"Mush!"
As they moved towards the main party, the party goers parted like a wave before them.
"I love you Daddy." She would always say this to her silent Daddy.
Re: She has your eyes (6/?)
anonymous
October 14 2012, 06:38:20 UTC
Oh Goddess. I have to praise the magnificent narrative. I feel everything... Silent. Dismal. It may be the short sentences. Kudos! Also I start to think Control ending can be truly creepy. F5! -anon with dried eyes
Re: Interlude (5/?)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 06:57:43 UTC
This fic really brings to the fore how...bleak control is. It's hard to imagine how society would move on with the husks and the Reapers hanging around. (It's still my favourie ending though >>)
She has your eyes (6/?)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 07:53:26 UTC
[This post vanished or it isn't see able? I don't know, reposting it. I decided to take Hannah as a name. And changed a few things.
As for the endings, I find them interesting. And I like elaborating. Which is how this came about. I think right now, there is Shepard there somewhere lots in the sea of programming that makes up the Reapers. ]
Daddy is funny thought Hannah Shepard-T'soni.
How could anyone just stand there without moving? She tried to do that. It was really hard though! It made her feet hurt and her toes tingle. But she wanted to be like Daddy so she tried and tried.
But then she got tired too!
Daddy was so hard to be like.
Sometimes Daddy showed her how to use a gun. Coolest day ever.
But sometimes Daddy didn't do anything and wasn't fun at all. (A child doesn't always notice that things are different. Dad was just dad and mom was just mom.)
At first she thought all Dads were like that- looming in the back looking all imposing and awesome. But then she went to school and realized Dads could be silly and funny. (Her Dad was obviously made of awesome.)
"Daddy!Dad!Dad!" Hannah tugged on her father's pant leg. "You're gonna miss the party."
Brilliant blue eyes quite unlike hers stared down unblinkingly. Hannah just tugged more resolutely. "Daaaaad~"
Daddy wasn't like any of the other adults, she's so much cooler and scares everyone else! Even if Daddy is a bit slow. She loved Daddy no matter what.
Once she got her father's full attention (unblinking blue eyes, focused pupils-a slight cant to the head- bird like), Hannah beamed, and the tiny ten year old continued to chatter on. "Daddy, you can't just hide here. I want you to meet my friends and play games. You don't have to be afraid Daddy."
A few theories that Hannah had decided on was that her dad was scared of something. Maybe this...war thing was the reason? She knew her dad was a solider and was cautious all the time and stuff like that. What was it called? Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? She may be ten but she's smart and curious.
She continued on used to these one sided conversations. "Please Daddy? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Slowly, ever so slowly, her Father nodded her head.
(No matter the issue, Hannah would always win. Partly because she was the only one to actually engage the Shepard. The asari hid behind her false smiles and teary eyes. The Shepard was unsure as to how to approach the asari-the memories were of no use. As for the Prothean--)
"Piggy back ride." Hannah raised her hands up.
Tapped her little feet expectantly.
In the distance Liara watched hands clenched together. (Out of them all, only Hannah had the bravery to touch the Shepard. Childish innocence and acceptance. Liara feared the day she would have to tell her child about the Reaper War. About her father. About Shepard's sacrifice so that Hannah may live.)
Cool hands grabbed the expectant little bluejay plopping her on her shoulders. Hannah held on tightly to Daddy's head, hugging her Daddy with all the strength her tiny body could muster.
"Mush!"
As they moved towards the main party, the party goers parted like a wave before them.
"I love you Daddy." She would always say this to her silent Daddy.
"Mwah." Hannah kissed her palm and planted it on her Daddy's forehead as they walked.
Everyone deserves a hug and kiss.
They marched on.
In the loudness of the party, of streamers and adults talking nothing could be heard clearly.
She has your eyes (7/?)
anonymous
October 10 2012, 01:41:43 UTC
[So there is a bit of smut here...okay no, soft fluff. And then a downer. Liara is like a wife of a soldier of left home and returned but was never the same. Except this time, she really isn't the same. Everything has changed. ]
Her bright green eyes were the most beautiful when she smiled. "Liara." Her voice was smokey, deep and tad bit scratchy.
"Yes?" They had taken a break, her from her Broker work and Shepard from planning their next avenue of attack.
"Did I ever mention just how beautiful you are?"
"Yes." Liara captured Shepard's lips in a kiss. "But tell me more."
They were naked in bed, a brief respite from everything, curled around each other taking comfort.
"Well you've got adorable freckles..." With each word, Shepard would kiss each freckle. "When you smile you make my day."
Not liking how slow this was going, Liara pushed Shepard down, sitting on top of her. She gazed down on her lover, hands on her hips. Shepard just grinned up at her adoration in her eyes.
With a scary quickness, Shepard reversed their position, pinning Liara down, hands above her head. Once more she began to lay a trail of kisses down the side of Liara's throat to her collarbone.
Liara squirmed under her touches feeling herself growing hot.
Then it stopped.
"Shepard?"
From where she was lying, she could only see the top of Shepard's hair. Shepard's head tilted up.
"...Is something wrong?"
Those beautiful verdant green eyes she would stare into for hours turned blue, glowing brightly against her skin. The skin itself turned grey and cold.
"Shepard?"
Suddenly, Liara felt very exposed, naked.
Shepard's mouth opened and out came a scream, a chilling call that echoed in her very bones.
"NOOOOOO!" Liara fell out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and cloth. "No.No."
In the darkness of her room the only light was from her desk and the two glowing pinpoints of blue light from the door. Reflexively she powered up her biotics recognizing the threat before she realized who it was.
"Sh--"
The Shepard walked in uncaring about Liara's personal space or all the warning glares she was giving it. Liara was quite unprepared to being lifted up bodily. "SHEPARD!"
It stopped.
"Liara." It was her voice, her rich rough voice. A voice that she hadn't heard for years aside from recordings. Liara couldn't help but stare into those blinding blues.
Before her very eyes those blues bleed into green, a familiar shade that made her heart skip a beat. A disheartening beat. "This is a dream isn't it?"
"Yea Li." The Shepard said, putting her back onto the ground. "But it's a wonderful dream isn't it?"
Liara threw her arms around the Shepard's neck, hugging her desperately. "I missed you so much."
"I know. I missed you too."
(Had Liara not been scared witless she would have noticed the slight change of inflection in the Shepard's voice, the stiffness of her actions.
There was only hope and grief. It blinds many an eye.)
In other words, what do the Hanar see?
Also, we need a name for the kid. Help me anons!)
Today is her child's birthday. The house was full of festive people and a festive atmosphere, full of loving family members and friends. Nothing could happen that would ever dampen her high spirits.
(Except for the person standing stock still, posture straight, eyes unblinking-watching everything and everyone with empty eyes. And no this wasn't the Geth.)
All her old friends were here to celebrate her daughter's birthday. It was an especially joyous occasion as she had finally tracked down the last remaining relatives she had, those that survived the fall of Thessia.
Everywhere she looked she could see friendly faces. The mountain of presents for her daughter, one item looked suspiciously like a rifle, might be Williams or Wrex.
(Or her father)
"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mom. Mom. Mother. Mom. Mum. Mum." The incessant cries of her child, she didn't notice her until she started chirping. "Muuuum."
With a quickness born from battle, Liara swooped and nabbed the little bluejay (Shepard told her a bluejay was an Earth bird and it was blue. Hence the name.)
"Mom?" Eyes hauntingly familiar looked at her framed by a round blue face.
"Yes dear?"
"Is Daddy okay?" Her tiny face was scrunched up in concern.
(Is Daddy okay? No dear. No. No. No it will never be okay. She was dead. Dead. Dead and there was nothing she could do. Nothing left to bring back.)
"Yes, of course." Liara held her darling baby in her arms, against her chest tightly. Even from here she could see it still standing there. (She made sure she was in the right location, always watching, it wasn't fear. Just wariness. Rightful paranoia).
"Uncle Javik says..." Her little wing's face scrunched up even more in an attempt to mimic Javik's way of speaking. "She's an ab--ab-abom-dominalation."
Oh, Javik. Ever since the War ended, he had lingered behind to watch over her when she was pregnant. When questioned he said it was his duty to the woman who had made it all possible.
It took him all of two seconds to shoot the Shepard when it arrived at her doorstep while she remained motionless.
He knew what it was and cautioned her from letting it remain here. A good throw out of an airlock, that was his suggestion. Better yet an incinerator.
But she couldn't do it.
"Your father is...." Was. Her father was. Her lover was.
Was. Had been. Will never be.
"Your father loves you. Will always love you." She clung to her little wing just a bit tighter.
"O..Okay?" The child became a squirming child as she protested the hold. "Mommy, why don't you ever hug daddy?"
Liara felt her heart skip a beat. Then two. Oh my little wing. (In some ways she had become her own mother, distancing herself from the father of her child but for good reason.)
The back of her throat became dry, acidic in taste.
She could remember Javik's four eyed glare and his words. ( "If you cannot even hold it, why let it stay here? It is not Shepard. That woman is dead." )
Part of it has been her inability to let go.
Part of it was hope.
Part denial.
Grief.
"Hey blue!" It was Jack, here to rescue, for once. "Come'er!"
Shamefully grateful for the reprieve, she lowered her daughter onto the floor. "Go and play."
"But Mom!"
Liara had left by then, wading into the sea of people leaving behind a confused and anxious child who shared similar traits to her mother and father.
Lack of common sense.
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But anyway, awesome story. Like the bluejay nickname. Also, would totally be up for some moderately disturbing attraction to the Shepard-bot. Makes sense that of course Liara would still find Shepard attractive, especially seeing some form of her every day. And Shepard, with that programming, might try to hop into bed with her and do what Shepard would do. Can Liara form a meld with this thing, even?
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Would they scream like Reapers? Could they talk to Geth like David Archer? It's frightening and fascinating all at the same time.
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Oh God. Oh God. Why? You guys...you just want more disturbing stuff. Fffff
You know given the Reaper's technology they could have done their own Lazarus project, just instead of putting Shepard back in Shepard they put in the Shepard in Shepard. Like a terminator.
...Which brings to thought of the Shepard making itself a Shepard body so it could continue it's duties in giving Liara orgasms. Or just..general body horror of a body made entirely of living tentacles. *___*
WHY KINK MEME WHY!
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...The..fffff
I can't even man. I cannot even.
I could see that Reaper Shepard gets a body made specifically for the lovings and Liara getting creeped out. Can you see your lover putting on a new body so that it would please you?
Maybe she...not exactly falls in love with Reaper Shepard as much as it's...Lima and Stockholm syndrome wrapped together with a healthy dose of grief and distress.
How much of Shepard should be left? I already hinted that there is something there, her spirit...or perhaps it is a new entity created by Shepard. It's still eldrich abomination all the way--
It could end up good. Or it could end up with someone being lite on fire.
Hrm, two bodies? One is the..Shepard Penishands...lol. And then clone Shepard. Person. Reaper Shepard might be apprehensive about that, the body has no natural defense. Might get ended.
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(More who were turned into husks, made into Reaper goo)
What kind of surrender leads to the enemy still lingering? Fully armed? Watching like parents over children. Some people tried to attack, wanting revenge. They were rebuffed, ignored even.
The Reapers just stopped attacking, stopped fighting and simply waited. And helped.
There wasn't anyone to talk to, there was no representative. The silent neighbors armed with laser beams did not act. There was still fear that the Reapers would start killing again, fear that this was all a massive trick that nothing had changed.
There were those who started to worship the Reapers as their gods, hoping they would be spared. Those who fought even now. Those who view the mechanical machines with indifference.
There was no real way the Council races could ever accept the Reapers or their lack of a surrender. The constant presence of husks roaming the countryside didn't help either. Attempts were made to cage them, to study them, to see if there was anything left-anything.
(The black faded from the banshee's eyes briefly, a horrified blue pupil shoned- all went back to black.)
Some where killed, the soldiers waiting with baited breath for appraisal. There were none. Others tried to find loved ones. These shambling 'zombies' were a reminder of the looming monsters.
(As if they needed more- as if the scars and blackened area of the planet were not reminder enough. The dead placed in mass graves.)
This was worse than all the husks dying, than the husks suddenly vanishing. The Reapers gave them a choice.
Kill them or spare them.
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How could anyone just stand there without moving? She tried to do that. It was really hard though! It made her feet hurt and her toes tingle. But she wanted to be like Daddy so she tried and tried.
But then she got tired too!
Daddy was so hard to be like.
Sometimes Daddy showed her how to use a gun. Coolest day ever.
But sometimes Daddy didn't do anything and wasn't fun at all. (A child doesn't always notice that things are different. Dad was just dad and mom was just mom.)
"Daddy!Dad!Dad!" Hannah tugged on her father's pant leg. "You're gonna miss the party."
Brilliant blue eyes quite unlike hers stared down unblinkingly. Hannah just tugged more resolutely. "Daaaaad~"
Daddy wasn't like any of the other adults, she's so much cooler and scares everyone else! Even if Daddy is a bit slow. She loved Daddy anyways.
"Piggy back ride." She raised her hands up.
Tapped her little feet expectantly.
In the distance Liara watched hands clenched together.
Cool hands grabbed the expectant little bluejay plopping her on her shoulders. Hannah held on tightly to Daddy's head, hugging her Daddy with all the strength her tiny body could muster.
"Mush!"
As they moved towards the main party, the party goers parted like a wave before them.
"I love you Daddy." She would always say this to her silent Daddy.
"Love you too my little bluejay."
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Also I start to think Control ending can be truly creepy.
F5!
-anon with dried eyes
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a horrified blue pupil shoned-
Kill them or spare them.
D: OMG a!a whhhyyy???
And moar please?
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And appropriate. Thank you for showing the awfulness. This is how my feelings towards Control is.
Then again, I have feelings similar to Synthesis and Destroy, so...but yes, thank you.
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As for the endings, I find them interesting. And I like elaborating. Which is how this came about. I think right now, there is Shepard there somewhere lots in the sea of programming that makes up the Reapers. ]
Daddy is funny thought Hannah Shepard-T'soni.
How could anyone just stand there without moving? She tried to do that. It was really hard though! It made her feet hurt and her toes tingle. But she wanted to be like Daddy so she tried and tried.
But then she got tired too!
Daddy was so hard to be like.
Sometimes Daddy showed her how to use a gun. Coolest day ever.
But sometimes Daddy didn't do anything and wasn't fun at all. (A child doesn't always notice that things are different. Dad was just dad and mom was just mom.)
At first she thought all Dads were like that- looming in the back looking all imposing and awesome. But then she went to school and realized Dads could be silly and funny. (Her Dad was obviously made of awesome.)
"Daddy!Dad!Dad!" Hannah tugged on her father's pant leg. "You're gonna miss the party."
Brilliant blue eyes quite unlike hers stared down unblinkingly. Hannah just tugged more resolutely. "Daaaaad~"
Daddy wasn't like any of the other adults, she's so much cooler and scares everyone else! Even if Daddy is a bit slow. She loved Daddy no matter what.
Once she got her father's full attention (unblinking blue eyes, focused pupils-a slight cant to the head- bird like), Hannah beamed, and the tiny ten year old continued to chatter on. "Daddy, you can't just hide here. I want you to meet my friends and play games. You don't have to be afraid Daddy."
A few theories that Hannah had decided on was that her dad was scared of something. Maybe this...war thing was the reason? She knew her dad was a solider and was cautious all the time and stuff like that. What was it called? Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? She may be ten but she's smart and curious.
She continued on used to these one sided conversations. "Please Daddy? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Slowly, ever so slowly, her Father nodded her head.
(No matter the issue, Hannah would always win. Partly because she was the only one to actually engage the Shepard. The asari hid behind her false smiles and teary eyes. The Shepard was unsure as to how to approach the asari-the memories were of no use. As for the Prothean--)
"Piggy back ride." Hannah raised her hands up.
Tapped her little feet expectantly.
In the distance Liara watched hands clenched together. (Out of them all, only Hannah had the bravery to touch the Shepard. Childish innocence and acceptance. Liara feared the day she would have to tell her child about the Reaper War. About her father. About Shepard's sacrifice so that Hannah may live.)
Cool hands grabbed the expectant little bluejay plopping her on her shoulders. Hannah held on tightly to Daddy's head, hugging her Daddy with all the strength her tiny body could muster.
"Mush!"
As they moved towards the main party, the party goers parted like a wave before them.
"I love you Daddy." She would always say this to her silent Daddy.
"Mwah." Hannah kissed her palm and planted it on her Daddy's forehead as they walked.
Everyone deserves a hug and kiss.
They marched on.
In the loudness of the party, of streamers and adults talking nothing could be heard clearly.
"Love you too my little bluejay."
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*_* All my feels!!
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Mine too!
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Her bright green eyes were the most beautiful when she smiled. "Liara." Her voice was smokey, deep and tad bit scratchy.
"Yes?" They had taken a break, her from her Broker work and Shepard from planning their next avenue of attack.
"Did I ever mention just how beautiful you are?"
"Yes." Liara captured Shepard's lips in a kiss. "But tell me more."
They were naked in bed, a brief respite from everything, curled around each other taking comfort.
"Well you've got adorable freckles..." With each word, Shepard would kiss each freckle. "When you smile you make my day."
Not liking how slow this was going, Liara pushed Shepard down, sitting on top of her. She gazed down on her lover, hands on her hips. Shepard just grinned up at her adoration in her eyes.
With a scary quickness, Shepard reversed their position, pinning Liara down, hands above her head. Once more she began to lay a trail of kisses down the side of Liara's throat to her collarbone.
Liara squirmed under her touches feeling herself growing hot.
Then it stopped.
"Shepard?"
From where she was lying, she could only see the top of Shepard's hair. Shepard's head tilted up.
"...Is something wrong?"
Those beautiful verdant green eyes she would stare into for hours turned blue, glowing brightly against her skin. The skin itself turned grey and cold.
"Shepard?"
Suddenly, Liara felt very exposed, naked.
Shepard's mouth opened and out came a scream, a chilling call that echoed in her very bones.
"NOOOOOO!" Liara fell out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and cloth. "No.No."
In the darkness of her room the only light was from her desk and the two glowing pinpoints of blue light from the door. Reflexively she powered up her biotics recognizing the threat before she realized who it was.
"Sh--"
The Shepard walked in uncaring about Liara's personal space or all the warning glares she was giving it. Liara was quite unprepared to being lifted up bodily. "SHEPARD!"
It stopped.
"Liara." It was her voice, her rich rough voice. A voice that she hadn't heard for years aside from recordings. Liara couldn't help but stare into those blinding blues.
Before her very eyes those blues bleed into green, a familiar shade that made her heart skip a beat. A disheartening beat. "This is a dream isn't it?"
"Yea Li." The Shepard said, putting her back onto the ground. "But it's a wonderful dream isn't it?"
Liara threw her arms around the Shepard's neck, hugging her desperately. "I missed you so much."
"I know. I missed you too."
(Had Liara not been scared witless she would have noticed the slight change of inflection in the Shepard's voice, the stiffness of her actions.
There was only hope and grief. It blinds many an eye.)
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