Cry, Baby, Cry 1/2
anonymous
October 29 2012, 13:55:12 UTC
Much as this idea intrigues me, I can't give you more than this little thing at the moment, A!A. Sorry about that. The peom mentioned here is from John Milton's Comus
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The loft was silent for a long time after Liara finished speaking. The asari held her breath, afraid to even look at Shepard, but knowing that she'd had to tell the human everything. There was no way she could have kept the knowledge to herself during a meld.
The commander sat on the bed, face buried in her hands. "How old?" she asked again, for the fifth time. Maybe for the sixth.
"Just a few months." Two months and three weeks and one day and six-no, seven hours.
"Months," Shepard repeated. "Months. Gee, you'd think you could've managed to include a mention of her in one of those emails you sent to me. 'Everyone here on Mars has been so very kind, if a bit distant. They all love the baby, though. Oh, by the way, I can't remember if I told you, but we have a daughter. She's blue, obviously, and she can't sit up on her own yet, but she appears to be fond of soft blankets and canned peaches. Can't wait for you to meet her!'" If it were not for the bitterness in the woman's voice, her mimicking of Liara's voice and diction would have been amusing.
"Would that really have been too much, Liara?"
"What do you want me to say, Shepard? I cannot undo what has been done."
"I want you to say that this is all some sick, sick attempt at a joke."
"I thought-I thought she would be a good surprise for you, when you were released from your confinement." Marriage, old age, and a lot of little blue children. Isn't that what Shepard had said she wanted, that night on the Normandy before she threw herself at the Collectors in another attempt to die in a blaze of glory?
The human laughed angrily, the sound uncomfortably close to that of a sob. She rubbed her hands over her eyes with harsh, quick movements. "Well, I'm surprised, I'll give you that." Her shoulders slumped as though she had already seen their cycle fall to the Reapers.
What had Liara done? She crossed the room with quick, miserable steps and dropped to her knees in front of Shepard. Put her hands on her bondmate's legs. "Please, look at me," she begs. "I'm so, so, sorry, my love. I should have told you, you're right. I should have gone to Earth and made sure you met her. You would have loved her. She-She is so...Her eyes..." Words would not come. "Was," Liara choked out the word, tears streaming down her face. "She was so incredible. Her eyes reminded me of you, so clear and sure of herself. She was my good-luck charm, my reminder of all the most beautiful things we were fighting to protect. I should not have kept her from you. Please, love, please forgive me."
She pressed her face into the top of the human's thigh, trying to stifle her grief.
The peom mentioned here is from John Milton's Comus
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The loft was silent for a long time after Liara finished speaking. The asari held her breath, afraid to even look at Shepard, but knowing that she'd had to tell the human everything. There was no way she could have kept the knowledge to herself during a meld.
The commander sat on the bed, face buried in her hands. "How old?" she asked again, for the fifth time. Maybe for the sixth.
"Just a few months." Two months and three weeks and one day and six-no, seven hours.
"Months," Shepard repeated. "Months. Gee, you'd think you could've managed to include a mention of her in one of those emails you sent to me. 'Everyone here on Mars has been so very kind, if a bit distant. They all love the baby, though. Oh, by the way, I can't remember if I told you, but we have a daughter. She's blue, obviously, and she can't sit up on her own yet, but she appears to be fond of soft blankets and canned peaches. Can't wait for you to meet her!'" If it were not for the bitterness in the woman's voice, her mimicking of Liara's voice and diction would have been amusing.
"Would that really have been too much, Liara?"
"What do you want me to say, Shepard? I cannot undo what has been done."
"I want you to say that this is all some sick, sick attempt at a joke."
"I thought-I thought she would be a good surprise for you, when you were released from your confinement." Marriage, old age, and a lot of little blue children. Isn't that what Shepard had said she wanted, that night on the Normandy before she threw herself at the Collectors in another attempt to die in a blaze of glory?
The human laughed angrily, the sound uncomfortably close to that of a sob. She rubbed her hands over her eyes with harsh, quick movements. "Well, I'm surprised, I'll give you that." Her shoulders slumped as though she had already seen their cycle fall to the Reapers.
What had Liara done? She crossed the room with quick, miserable steps and dropped to her knees in front of Shepard. Put her hands on her bondmate's legs. "Please, look at me," she begs. "I'm so, so, sorry, my love. I should have told you, you're right. I should have gone to Earth and made sure you met her. You would have loved her. She-She is so...Her eyes..." Words would not come. "Was," Liara choked out the word, tears streaming down her face. "She was so incredible. Her eyes reminded me of you, so clear and sure of herself. She was my good-luck charm, my reminder of all the most beautiful things we were fighting to protect. I should not have kept her from you. Please, love, please forgive me."
She pressed her face into the top of the human's thigh, trying to stifle her grief.
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