26
lullaby of a lover
Shepard stared at her reflection. Garrus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Beautiful, he thought. She thought the same now that the broken, soot covered mirror reflected him holding her.
Touching her was like reaching into Hell -- his skin was burned away, he would without hesitation pull her out of the flames and brush the ashes off her shoulders (again and again) -- he held on tightly, dearly. For his life and hers.
"You ready?" Garrus asked.
"With you by my side?" She leaned into him. He nuzzled her neck and curled a lock of her auburn hair.
"Always."
"Yes."
He lost her once. He was lost without her. He wasn’t letting go this time.
Shepard stared at her reflection. Garrus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Beautiful, he thought. She thought the same now that the broken, soot covered mirror reflected him holding her.
Touching her was like reaching into Hell -- his skin was burned away, he would without hesitation pull her out of the flames and brush the ashes off her shoulders (again and again) -- he held on tightly, dearly. For his life and hers.
"You ready?" Garrus asked.
"With you by my side?" She leaned into him. He nuzzled her neck and curled a lock of her auburn hair.
"Always."
"Yes."
He lost her once. He was lost without her. He wasn’t letting go this time.