Mirror (3/3)
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March 27 2013, 01:09:41 UTC
She's standing in front of the mirror, gooseflesh rising in the morning cold. Hands smoothing over skin beginning to loosen, orderly scars crisscrossing where she'll always bear the marks of her rebirth, puckered scars spreading elsewhere from the life she built afterwards. Always methodical, Shepard, as she pinches at her stomach, weighs a breast in one hand, tosses her head to watch the sway of wispy white hair. He watches from the bed, reminded of how she used to check her armor this way, each seal and join inspected for weakness or flaw.
She's taken off her armor but she's never stopped wearing it.
He rises to join her at the mirror, standing behind her as he snakes his arms around her waist. He hasn't hefted a gun in years but his arms are still strong, as ready to protect her now as they were on the first day they met. He rocks her gently back against him, feels that moment of stiffness before she relents.
"I never would have imagined this life I've had, messed up kid that I was." He rests his head in the crook of her neck. "I owe a lot of that to you."
She meets his eyes in their reflection.
"It's been an honor, Kaidan."
She brings her thumb to her lips at a dingy public terminal on Omega. "I'll try, Kaidan."
She rests her cheek in the cloud of her son's curly brown hair and meets Kaidan's eyes, mouthing I love you over his small head.
She pats his arm and guides him down the aisle towards the officiate as he reels with the shock of her announcement.
She cries out her climax above him, the moon silvering her hair as she throws her head back and he follows her, helpless against the perfection of this moment.
She turns with a grin and his breath stops at the sight of his warrior goddess, smudged with the dirt and grime of the battlefield but more beautiful than he's ever seen her before.
She stills for a moment, her face pensive. "I love you, Kaidan, you know that? I never stopped." He carries her across the threshold of her cabin.
She hovers above him, her face stricken as she attempts to stem the flow of blood from his wound. It's no use, she shot too well, too quickly for him to throw up a barrier.
"Why didn't you stand down?" Her fingers are slick with his blood but he still remembers kissing them.
"Man... couldn't defend himself."
He tries to tell her he's sorry, that he loves her, that he forgives her, but all he manages is a cough, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. She's speaking but he can barely hear her, she's far away, on the other side of that wavering vidscreen. He kisses his thumb and presses it to her lips.
She's taken off her armor but she's never stopped wearing it.
He rises to join her at the mirror, standing behind her as he snakes his arms around her waist. He hasn't hefted a gun in years but his arms are still strong, as ready to protect her now as they were on the first day they met. He rocks her gently back against him, feels that moment of stiffness before she relents.
"I never would have imagined this life I've had, messed up kid that I was." He rests his head in the crook of her neck. "I owe a lot of that to you."
She meets his eyes in their reflection.
"It's been an honor, Kaidan."
She brings her thumb to her lips at a dingy public terminal on Omega. "I'll try, Kaidan."
She rests her cheek in the cloud of her son's curly brown hair and meets Kaidan's eyes, mouthing I love you over his small head.
She pats his arm and guides him down the aisle towards the officiate as he reels with the shock of her announcement.
She cries out her climax above him, the moon silvering her hair as she throws her head back and he follows her, helpless against the perfection of this moment.
She turns with a grin and his breath stops at the sight of his warrior goddess, smudged with the dirt and grime of the battlefield but more beautiful than he's ever seen her before.
She stills for a moment, her face pensive. "I love you, Kaidan, you know that? I never stopped." He carries her across the threshold of her cabin.
She hovers above him, her face stricken as she attempts to stem the flow of blood from his wound. It's no use, she shot too well, too quickly for him to throw up a barrier.
"Why didn't you stand down?" Her fingers are slick with his blood but he still remembers kissing them.
"Man... couldn't defend himself."
He tries to tell her he's sorry, that he loves her, that he forgives her, but all he manages is a cough, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. She's speaking but he can barely hear her, she's far away, on the other side of that wavering vidscreen. He kisses his thumb and presses it to her lips.
It's been an honor.
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