Of a Greater Picture
B.R Grey.
Authors note: Scattered snippets of life aboard the Normandy. Mainly revolving around Liara and Shepard, but, maybe, my focus may stray... All ficlets (as of now) will be based upon quotes sourced from all over the World Wide Web. I will credit them as and when possible. If you, the readers, find any that you would particularly desire me to work with, drop me a PM and I will genuinely do my utmost.
Distress, Devastation, Despondency.
"I look at the pictures of you and I can't help but cry. You are so beautiful and I'm so in love with you. But I'm losing you and I can't do anything to stop it."– Somewhatsomelikepoetry.
It had kind of fallen by the wayside after a time; asking where the picture upon her desk had come from. All Shepard could feel as she looked at it now was defeat. Defeat born of rejection. Knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the desk more tightly.
She supposed that "rejection" was not even the right word to describe the way things had gone down. It had been far less than that. Or more, depending upon how you looked at it. She had not even been acknowledged. Just sent away with a flick of a wrist.
So much pain.
Liara had been cold. Or, so she had seemed. An utterly convincing performance if it were not the case. She had seemed unfeeling, uncaring… unfazed. Not that Shepard had explicitly dreamt about clinging, spinning hugs, and kisses so hard they were almost bruising. Just something that would allow her to see even just a glimpse of the asari she had grown so fond of way back when. The barest hint of that familiar giddy excitement would have sufficed. Anything would have done, really…
The Commander lifted her head, red hair seeming dull and limp under the cabin's subdued lighting. She let her tired, sunken eyes scan the photograph, corner to corner, centimetre by centimetre.
So much blue…
Tears pitter-pattered against the cold metallic desk. Much as she herself had felt, they too went unnoticed.
With everything that had happened over the past few weeks, with all of the events that had unfolded, Shepard had felt her edges begin to fray. Her only ray of hope in the thick of that darkness had been the possibility of reuniting with Liara. Seeing her reaction to her reappearance… As much as she was loathe to admit it, Shepard wanted to feel wanted by another. She wanted to feel needed.
Shepard's head drooped back down.
I want her to love me again the way that I never stopped loving her.