A/N: This is a warning...don't read this if you have an expectation of rosy chipper happy Liara...I explore human nature (errr...Asari Nature) in all it's forms...light...dark and the shades of gray.
The darkness was accentuated by the sounds of exertion.
A sliver of light illuminated heavy lidded gray eyes.
Her hands searched fruitlessly for the familiar geography.
Passion and pleasure were unable to drown the disappointment.
Only finding sweat slicked softness…no scars or burns.
Her hips moved as if on their own volition willing the illusion to remain.
Her hands moved into the thicket of the human's hair…
Pulling mercilessly as the anger sprouted within her-accentuating every pulsating vibration of their intercourse.
She stared into those eyes…seeing the passion, desire, and pleasure.
She noted the absence of the familiar glint of confidence and determination.
She wanted to scream in frustration, cry in disappointment.
Hands too soft to have ever fired a weapon explored her curves.
She pushed them aside.
A single drop of sweat trickled from her nose falling into the darkness.
She envied that droplet…to fall into the darkness to follow him where she could not go.
Instead she drove forward.
She prayed for release, from this existence, from this illusion.
She'd created this deception, a refuge from the darkness of her life.
Instead she could feel the chaos within unfurl.
Her nails bit into the tender flesh…She would change the geography of his body.
She would sculpt the man she needed instead of the one lying beneath her.
Instead of pain she saw pleasure.
She wanted him to hurt, to feel the screams within her soul.
She wanted to unleash her mind and flood his with her essence.
She wondered if she could force the memories of their brief time together into this Adonis.
Transition him into the embodiment of human perfection. Re-create the pinnacle of his species.
His hands wandered to her bared breasts…
They were foreign and alien to her flesh. She rejected them and tossed his hands aside once more.
She rode him despite her fatigue-she would have what she demanded. She dug unflinchingly into his flesh trying to redefine and rebuild him.
Her control unraveling even as the memories began to fade. She couldn't let them go…
She could see nothing but the abyss.
Her life had become emptiness without her protector – her avenger – her savior.
Her mind slowly began to unfurl the delusion she'd carefully crafted.
This would no longer suffice to fill the hole left within her heart.
It was all wrong.
Their passion had been a slow burning fire…smoldering at first.
Playful and gentle teasing…
It built ever so slowly - roaring to life with need and aching consumption, until nothing was left but one unified flame.
Instead she was pumping her hips rapidly trying to create a flame from fire retardant material.
She wept.
Tears mingled with the sweat as exhausted limbs trembled…threatening to give way.
Blue eyes slowly faded to the color of the darkness that draped the room. She would force this man to bend to her will.
She stilled above the human.
The unfamiliar mind was overwhelmed with images of their shy courtship, their quiet talks, and stolen kisses.
She relinquished control and the soft glow of biotic light seeped into the darkness.
Memories of passion and undeniable pleasure surged forth crushing the human's mind under their weight.
The red tidal wave washed over them once more claiming her life and love.
The images of the Prothean extinction drove them both deeper into the depths of madness.
She wanted to destroy this human.
She wanted to eradicate his very being – his only crime was failing to be someone else.
She barely registered the tremors and contortions of the human form.
She instead tried in vain to find him…that little piece of himself locked within her.
She'd come so close to finding that small bright vibrant beacon…
She could almost touch it…but it was lost to her.
Her head dropped and her body vibrated with her sobs.
A single agonizing scream pierced the quiet.
She collapsed on top of the still figure.
Once gray eyes seared a clear milky white by the now dying biotic energy remained unseen.
It seemed an eternity before she disentangled herself from her failed experiment.
She picked up her robe and left the room.
The light in the corridor stung her red rimmed eyes.
She motioned to a servant. The remains would be destroyed.
Her shuddering movements revealed her utter despair.
Life had lost meaning…only death would bring him back to her…
She remained imprisoned in this empty life by a promise…
A promise that she would live…She'd been a fool to make such a promise.
"Love makes fools of us all."
A servant approached the Matriarch overseeing the removal of the body.
"She has been bathed and put to bed."
Only a nod in response and the servant disappeared down the hall.
A voice from the shadows spoke quietly.
"She's mad you know. She followed him into the darkness."
