I'm Not Calling You a Liar 1/1
anonymous
January 4 2014, 02:00:48 UTC
Dark/Sad Ashley/Garrus
It was bound to happen to one of them. They'd all spent countless hours around Reaper artificats. Ashley never thought it would happen to Garrus.
His indoctrination had failed as much as it had succeeded.
“Don't move, Vakarian!” Her heart pumped hard as the mutilated turian looked at her. A reaper in Garrus' armor.
The now dead crew member falls out of the reapers, no Garrus' hands with a hard thud to the metal floor. Garrus looks at her confused before he looks down at his hands. He looks down at his disfigured hands soaked in red.
Ashley flinched when Garrus loosed an agonized scream. Mournful and lost. His mandiles flutter wildy as he tries to speak but no words come. No words from his soothing voice.
Garrus steps forward causing Ashley to grip her rifle tighter to her shoulder. “Don't fucking move!” But her voice cracks in pain and disbelief.
A mournful keen, broken and mangled, leaves Garrus' mouth. He holds his hands out as he walks towards her. The men and women behind her click off their safeties only causing Garrus to pause briefly.
He stops right in front of her, his blue eyes meeting her brown as he sinks to his kneels in front of her. He begs her with his eyes.
She drops her rifle, it clattering to the floor, as she kneels directly in front of him.
“I can't, Garrus.” She cries as she hold his forehead to hers. “Please don't ask me to do it. Please, Garrus.”
Garrus takes her hand in his as he guides it to the blade secured in his boot. He keens again, unable to speak but not needing to.
Tears fall from her cheeks as she pushes the release. His hand guides her to his heart, where the turian blade will easily pierce his plates.
When she meets his eyes he's looking at her like he had many times in private. With love and adoration.
“I love you, too.” she whispers before they, together, push the blade home.
_________
A/N I couldn't even proof read this. I cried as I wrote it. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for. This...dark image just popped into my head about the fourth time I listened to this song. I need tissues now. And a disney movie.
Re: I'm Not Calling You a Liar 1/1
anonymous
January 8 2014, 15:15:05 UTC
Requester here! Sorry I just saw this, I just got back from a vacation. Oh dear oh dear I was expecting angst and something sad, but this! Damn, A!A. Thank you so much. This is perfect. In a very angsty way, the way I like it.
It was bound to happen to one of them. They'd all spent countless hours around Reaper artificats. Ashley never thought it would happen to Garrus.
His indoctrination had failed as much as it had succeeded.
“Don't move, Vakarian!” Her heart pumped hard as the mutilated turian looked at her. A reaper in Garrus' armor.
The now dead crew member falls out of the reapers, no Garrus' hands with a hard thud to the metal floor. Garrus looks at her confused before he looks down at his hands. He looks down at his disfigured hands soaked in red.
Ashley flinched when Garrus loosed an agonized scream. Mournful and lost. His mandiles flutter wildy as he tries to speak but no words come. No words from his soothing voice.
Garrus steps forward causing Ashley to grip her rifle tighter to her shoulder. “Don't fucking move!” But her voice cracks in pain and disbelief.
A mournful keen, broken and mangled, leaves Garrus' mouth. He holds his hands out as he walks towards her. The men and women behind her click off their safeties only causing Garrus to pause briefly.
He stops right in front of her, his blue eyes meeting her brown as he sinks to his kneels in front of her. He begs her with his eyes.
She drops her rifle, it clattering to the floor, as she kneels directly in front of him.
“I can't, Garrus.” She cries as she hold his forehead to hers. “Please don't ask me to do it. Please, Garrus.”
Garrus takes her hand in his as he guides it to the blade secured in his boot. He keens again, unable to speak but not needing to.
Tears fall from her cheeks as she pushes the release. His hand guides her to his heart, where the turian blade will easily pierce his plates.
When she meets his eyes he's looking at her like he had many times in private. With love and adoration.
“I love you, too.” she whispers before they, together, push the blade home.
_________
A/N I couldn't even proof read this. I cried as I wrote it. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for. This...dark image just popped into my head about the fourth time I listened to this song. I need tissues now. And a disney movie.
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