Re: Fill: ghost, ghost, i know you live within me (Part 1b/7)
anonymous
May 23 2013, 04:17:14 UTC
Interesting fill so far! I like it but I'm kind of dreading how things end up going, because Lantar is my darling squishybaby and these stories never go well for him....
This is a very weird read, but I kind of like that. Garrus is half out of his mind on Omega anyway. Onward!
Fill: ghost, ghost, i know you live within me (Part 1c/7)
anonymous
May 24 2013, 20:27:34 UTC
It took most of a day, but they made the building habitable. Shepard got rid of the horrible thing moldering in the corner while Garrus cleared out the old clothes and rotted food from the rooms upstairs. The furniture that had been left behind was mostly broken or missing pieces, so he piled them into the garbage compactor, which, for a miracle, was still working.
When he was done, everything was very quiet.
“Shepard?” he called, unsure if he wanted her to answer. Something shifted below him, metal on metal, and then there was nothing but silence.
He found Shepard at the foot of the bridge, staring back the way they had come.
“It’s a good position,” she said. “Snipers on the balcony, proximity charges there and there. We can move those old crates so they block entry from either side, so the only way enemies can come at us is from the bridge. It’ll funnel them into scope.” When he didn’t reply, she started to turn around but stopped herself. “What do you think?” she asked.
We. She said we, like nothing had changed and they
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Fill: ghost, ghost, i know you live within me (Part 1d/7)
anonymous
May 27 2013, 00:38:26 UTC
Shepard let go of his face and walked back to the end of the bridge. Garrus touched his chin. The phantom sensation of her cool hand lingered.
A minute later, she said, “Did they give me a nice funeral?”
“Shepard, I don’t want to talk about that,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“Then our conversation options are pretty slim. You won’t talk about fortifications, you won’t talk about why you’re here, you won’t talk about me being dead.”
“Stop it,” Garrus growled. Shepard laughed. The sound spiraled out of her mouth, all jagged lines.
“No, really. What else is there to talk about? One minute I was getting Joker into the escape pod, the next I couldn’t breathe.”
“Stop it!” he shouted. “Whatever you are, whatever happened to you, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Well tough shit, Vakarian. I’ve got no one else to talk to.” She scrubbed a hand over her face. “Like it or not, you’re stuck with me
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I didn't know I needed this fill in my life until now, but I really really need it.
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This is a very weird read, but I kind of like that. Garrus is half out of his mind on Omega anyway. Onward!
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When he was done, everything was very quiet.
“Shepard?” he called, unsure if he wanted her to answer. Something shifted below him, metal on metal, and then there was nothing but silence.
He found Shepard at the foot of the bridge, staring back the way they had come.
“It’s a good position,” she said. “Snipers on the balcony, proximity charges there and there. We can move those old crates so they block entry from either side, so the only way enemies can come at us is from the bridge. It’ll funnel them into scope.” When he didn’t reply, she started to turn around but stopped herself. “What do you think?” she asked.
We. She said we, like nothing had changed and they ( ... )
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Thanks for being a great A!A
so... this Femshep romance anyone in ME1 then or not...?
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A minute later, she said, “Did they give me a nice funeral?”
“Shepard, I don’t want to talk about that,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“Then our conversation options are pretty slim. You won’t talk about fortifications, you won’t talk about why you’re here, you won’t talk about me being dead.”
“Stop it,” Garrus growled. Shepard laughed. The sound spiraled out of her mouth, all jagged lines.
“No, really. What else is there to talk about? One minute I was getting Joker into the escape pod, the next I couldn’t breathe.”
“Stop it!” he shouted. “Whatever you are, whatever happened to you, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Well tough shit, Vakarian. I’ve got no one else to talk to.” She scrubbed a hand over her face. “Like it or not, you’re stuck with me ( ... )
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