Disclaimer: I don't own the game. Bioware does.
Note: I know, my English and writing skill are horrible. I just want to share my story so badly. Still, hope you guys enjoy it. :)
Any suggestions which LIs should I choose for the twins would be more than fine. I support LGBT and same-sex romance so I may even agree to do a Garrus/mShep or Tali/femShep fic. But we'll see.
.Prologue: Still red.
Once there were twin roses. One was thriving. One was withering. Two were facing backwards.
April 11, 2154 - Mindoir
"We might lose one of them."
And the doctor said.
Like a bullet that penetrated the tiresome heart. Mommy turned. She saw. Her children. Newborn. Still red.
Beautiful.
"No, we don't. Tell me they will be fine…"
Broken voice. She pleaded to the man and woman holding her children. Too weak to sit up from the bed.
Red blood painted their bodies. Rosy red hair covered their heads. Perfectly stood out in the middle of the operation room.
Beautiful.
"The girl will live, but the boy… he's weakening."
A rosy red head moved a little. Mommy's little girl.
She cried. Still red.
The other red head stayed still. Mommy's little boy.
He didn't cry. Still red.
"You must save him! Do something!"
Her hand moved toward the doctor. Grabbed his hand. Held tight.
Mommy's little girl kept crying. Louder and louder. Almost seemed like she was crying for her silent brother.
"Ma'am, I understand you want to save him. But there're… records of children who were exposed to element zero in utero. Most of them… suffer some health problems. Cancer. Or worse. Your daughter was lucky… but your son…"
The doctor said. Dared not to look her in the eyes.
He knew what would become the little boy's fate: another child was lost because of Eezo exposure.
Some survived. Some did not. Those weren't his rules.
Some were still red.
"I… please… do something… can you at least… try to save him?"
Icy blue eyes filled with tears. Every four walls of the room resounded with mommy's broken voice.
Rosy red haired twins lied there. The beautiful girl was filled with life, while the son awaiting his death.
He was still red.
"We'll do what we can. But we can't promise you anything."
And when the machine raised its voice. The damnedest news no one would want to hear.
Mommy had lost him.
And he was still red.
Once there were twin roses. One was thriving. One was withering. Two were facing backwards.
Soon there would be none.
Thank you so much for reading. :3