"Bloodlines" Fem!Shep/Garrus, Vakarian Family 2.1/?
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May 13 2014, 04:53:47 UTC
He is surprised when Garrus brings up the idea of bonding with a female before he does, and he is pleased beyond words when his son stammers as he asks for permission to take as bond-mate into the clan. He had thought that convincing Garrus to wed would be difficult.
His oh-so-independent son volunteering to do his duty and marry a suitable mate, produce children to fuel the future of the Hierarchy…Garrus, he thinks, has finally become an adult and he beams in joy at his eldest born.
“Ha!” He clasps his son’s shoulder and smiles, lets his pleasure radiate through his sub-vocals and is puzzled for a moment when Garrus does not return his tone. “What’s her name, son?”
Garrus shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot before answering and he feels a few raw stabs of misgiving in his gut. Has his son mated with an asari stripper? Found some bareface whore to raise his young? He has credited Garrus with more sense than that, but Garrus has always scattered his blessings to the wind.
“Shepard.” Garrus finally says, staring straight at him for a moment before looking away, and his heart falls. A bareface turian would at least have been turian, and asari…Well, asari are adaptable. Humans are not.
“The spectre.” He finds himself saying, his sub-vocals registering an entirely different and far more displeased emotion.
“Yes.” Garrus eyes shine straight toward his, and he catches several emotions in Garrus’ brief answering trill -pride, happiness, love.
“Your commander.” How long has this been going on, to make his son so enthralled with this woman? Did she order him to -
“Yes.” Defensive sub-vocals now. No, Garrus has chosen this of his own accord.
“A human.” He does not know much about humans, but he fears they are irresponsible by nature. The Relay 314 incident has taught them all that.
“Yes.” Garrus growls, impatient. “She is my mate, father.”
“Indeed?” He turns to look his son in the eye. “How long has this been going on, Garrus?”
“Long enough.” Garrus swallows. “Since the Collectors.”
He pulls his mandibles tight to his jaw in grim realization that this is how Shepard must have gotten his talented son to volunteer for what Garrus had charitably described as a suicide run. He is disappointed in his son for falling for her charms so easily.
“So before you came home.”
“Yes.”
“Surely you knew it was a mistake then? Given that you said nothing about this …relationship at the time.”
“We had bigger problems to deal with.” Garrus’ hands open and close as he paces this room, his sub-vocals shifting into a mournful tone as he pleads his case. “I am not ashamed of her, father. Of us.”
He says nothing for a moment, regarding his son with a cool eye. Garrus has always been his most talented child - and his most passionate. It is difficult, sometimes, to convince him to see logic.
But he knows that, as his father, it is his duty to do so.
“Son.” He clasps his boy’s shoulder and winces as Garrus flinches at the contact. “Such relationships are not uncommon in the military, but rarely last. You would not be the first in our family to have such a …dalliance.”
Garrus shakes his head. “It’s NOT like that. She…”
“Your uncle Drusus nearly married an asari commando, you know - but he couldn’t bear the thought of his children considering Thessia home.”
Garrus muscles are tense under his hand, but his son is quiet. Good. Perhaps he will listen.
“She is from a very different culture, son. Humans do not even bond for life, as we - “
“She does. She wants to share her life with me, father.” There is an eagerness in Garrus’ eyes that disturbs him, at how much his son is taken with this spectre that he would devote his entire life to a woman who cannot give him what he needs: a home, a child, a family.
Perhaps it is time to call his attention to it.
“And do you think you could enjoy a full bond with a woman who cannot even bare your children?”
“Yes.” His son’s mandibles flare at the last statement in open challenge before clamping shut in discomfort.
“If you can’t trust her, at least trust my judgment, father. Can you grant us permission based on that?” Garrus pleads.
His oh-so-independent son volunteering to do his duty and marry a suitable mate, produce children to fuel the future of the Hierarchy…Garrus, he thinks, has finally become an adult and he beams in joy at his eldest born.
“Ha!” He clasps his son’s shoulder and smiles, lets his pleasure radiate through his sub-vocals and is puzzled for a moment when Garrus does not return his tone. “What’s her name, son?”
Garrus shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot before answering and he feels a few raw stabs of misgiving in his gut. Has his son mated with an asari stripper? Found some bareface whore to raise his young? He has credited Garrus with more sense than that, but Garrus has always scattered his blessings to the wind.
“Shepard.” Garrus finally says, staring straight at him for a moment before looking away, and his heart falls. A bareface turian would at least have been turian, and asari…Well, asari are adaptable. Humans are not.
“The spectre.” He finds himself saying, his sub-vocals registering an entirely different and far more displeased emotion.
“Yes.” Garrus eyes shine straight toward his, and he catches several emotions in Garrus’ brief answering trill -pride, happiness, love.
“Your commander.” How long has this been going on, to make his son so enthralled with this woman? Did she order him to -
“Yes.” Defensive sub-vocals now. No, Garrus has chosen this of his own accord.
“A human.” He does not know much about humans, but he fears they are irresponsible by nature. The Relay 314 incident has taught them all that.
“Yes.” Garrus growls, impatient. “She is my mate, father.”
“Indeed?” He turns to look his son in the eye. “How long has this been going on, Garrus?”
“Long enough.” Garrus swallows. “Since the Collectors.”
He pulls his mandibles tight to his jaw in grim realization that this is how Shepard must have gotten his talented son to volunteer for what Garrus had charitably described as a suicide run. He is disappointed in his son for falling for her charms so easily.
“So before you came home.”
“Yes.”
“Surely you knew it was a mistake then? Given that you said nothing about this …relationship at the time.”
“We had bigger problems to deal with.” Garrus’ hands open and close as he paces this room, his sub-vocals shifting into a mournful tone as he pleads his case. “I am not ashamed of her, father. Of us.”
He says nothing for a moment, regarding his son with a cool eye. Garrus has always been his most talented child - and his most passionate. It is difficult, sometimes, to convince him to see logic.
But he knows that, as his father, it is his duty to do so.
“Son.” He clasps his boy’s shoulder and winces as Garrus flinches at the contact. “Such relationships are not uncommon in the military, but rarely last. You would not be the first in our family to have such a …dalliance.”
Garrus shakes his head. “It’s NOT like that. She…”
“Your uncle Drusus nearly married an asari commando, you know - but he couldn’t bear the thought of his children considering Thessia home.”
Garrus muscles are tense under his hand, but his son is quiet. Good. Perhaps he will listen.
“She is from a very different culture, son. Humans do not even bond for life, as we - “
“She does. She wants to share her life with me, father.” There is an eagerness in Garrus’ eyes that disturbs him, at how much his son is taken with this spectre that he would devote his entire life to a woman who cannot give him what he needs: a home, a child, a family.
Perhaps it is time to call his attention to it.
“And do you think you could enjoy a full bond with a woman who cannot even bare your children?”
“Yes.” His son’s mandibles flare at the last statement in open challenge before clamping shut in discomfort.
“If you can’t trust her, at least trust my judgment, father. Can you grant us permission based on that?” Garrus pleads.
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