(Author's note: **WARNING - the end of this chapter contains a scene involving attempted sexual assault that may be especially upsetting to some. Please take care.**)
Standing upon one of the Citadel's many docking platforms, I take in the sheer magnificence of this impossible place, finding myself awestruck and utterly lost for words. Seeing this station from afar was a wonder in itself but, now that I'm actually here, standing within this gargantuan construct, I can hardly believe my eyes. Even less so when I, at last, am able to look upon the mighty vessel that has served as our home since Fen and I first stumbled upon this strange reality. Goodness, she truly is a thing of beauty, and Joker seems the most satisfied when I see fit to express as much.. not that I'm entirely surprised by that.
Oh, my friends.. if only you could see me now, I reminisce, soaking up the view. Maker, you'd scarcely believe it.. I certainly can't.
Though, I don't understand.. how is it day here? Barely an hour ago, we were making our approach amongst the endless darkness of space. But.. there's sunlight now. I can see it. I can feel it. Feel its warmth and the soft gusts of a light breeze dancing across my skin. How are such things even possible? And the vehicles all flitting back and forth around us.. how do they fly, is it some kind of magic? Perhaps the same kind that bequeaths the Normandy its wings? Of all the wonders I've encountered, I've never seen anything quite like this. Even the fascinating nature of intricate, dwarven constructs couldn't quite compare.
"..well?" I hear Kaidan say. "Whaddaya think, Serena? Pretty neat, right?"
"I'll say," I gasp, gazing up at the wonders overhead. "This place is bloody huge! It's incredible!"
"Yeah, you never really get used to it," he chuckles.
"Speak for yourself, Lieutenant. When you see what really goes on here, it tends to lose its novelty after a while, just like anywhere else."
"Way to roll out the welcome wagon, Vakarian," Shepard snorts.
"Ask anyone who actually lives here and they'll tell you the same damn thing."
"Whatever you say, grumpy guts," she snickers.
I'm far too enamoured with the scenery to pay them much attention, startling when a hand settles itself upon my shoulder. My head snaps down upon feeling it, locking eyes with the glittering, green orbs watching me in amusement.
"Are you ready to make a move or do you wanna stay here a little longer?"
"N-no. I'm ready," I insist, shaking my head. "Forgive me, I was just.."
"Relax.. all of us were like this the first time we came here. Its like a rite of passage," she chuckles. "C-Sec is just beyond that elevator there so, Vakarian will get you registered and set up with an Omni-Tool, then we'll reconvene once your done, alright?"
"Still don't see why you need four of you just to go and pick up some clothes," he grumbles.
At that, Tali skips over to me, her eyes shining bright even beneath her mask.
"We're taking Serena for a makeover ready for our night out later," she beams. "New clothes.. new hair.. new makeup. Keelah, I'm so excited!"
She runs her gloved, three fingered hands through the lengths of my sandy tresses, and I'm surprised by how much I don't mind it. There's something about Tali's bubbly nature that I find to be quite charming. Infectious. Something that makes her excitable touch less intrusive. Makes the invitation to change my outward self seem more like an adventure than an insult. Considering I'm typically a creature of habit, I'm surprised by how much, I too, am excited to explore a new side of myself. Just as I'm curious to see how a 'night out' fares in a world like this. Somehow, I suspect it may differ quite significantly from the many nights I've spent holed up in taverns with my companions, quaffing mead while drunkenly singing along to the whimsical tunes of the local bards.
Nevertheless, eager though I may be, there are more important matters that I must see to first. And so, as we all make our slow, endless descent to the floor below, those not accompanying us for the time being see to uttering their farewells. Then once the doors open, they swiftly disperse before disappearing altogether, leaving Garrus, Fen and I as the only ones left standing within this grand hall.
"So.. welcome to C-Sec, duchess," he grins, spreading his arms wide. "I'll take you to see Chellick, he'll be able to install your Omni-Tool. With any luck, he'll be able to register you as well without having to get Executor Pallin involved."
"Whatever you believe is best. I shall be deferring to your better judgement here."
Glancing around at the many armed soldiers of varying species meandering about the hall, I take note of the way most seem to greet Garrus with familiarity.. while they're not gawping at the odd looking elf beside him, mind.
"This is where you work, is it not?"
"..it is," he sighs, nodding softly. "You're currently standing in the mother ship of all the red tape and regulations that make up this station's frustrating legal system."
I remember him speaking of such things prior to our arrival. How certain rules and laws seemed to protect the very criminals he's tasked to subdue, too encumbered with the tangled mess of rules to be able to do his job as he would like. In the end, it seems the perpetrators wind up with more to gain than the victims themselves. Still, the passion with which he speaks of it highlights the true depths of his nature. Shows what it is that matters most to him.
"You know.. you remind me an awful lot of a spirit I once knew."
"..you mean like a ghost?" he says, trying to hide just how spooked he is by the thought.
"Not as such, no," I explain. "In the Fade, there are spirits that embody the abstract concepts that you and I would follow as beliefs; valour, vengeance, peace. I once came to know one as a friend, and you remind me of him at times."
"Was he the spirit of being devilishly handsome, by any chance?"
"He was a spirit, Garrus," I tease. "He didn't even have a corporeal form. But.. he was the embodiment of justice. The very thing which served as his namesake."
"Spirit of justice, huh?" he muses, humming thoughtfully as he considers it. "Actually, I kinda like that."
"Yes, I thought it might resonate with you somehow," I chuckle, casting my gaze around the grand hall. "So.. tell me, do you also happen to own the same coats of arms these soldiers are wearing?"
"I have the uniform, yeah."
Judging by the way he says it, I imagine he can already see where my mind has headed. The blue shade of their armour is quite lovely. Very similar to the painted markings on his face. The idea of seeing him wearing it..
"I can bring it with me when we ship out, if you want?" he grins, having seemingly read my thoughts.
I fold my arms across my chest, quirking my brow at the way his eyes naturally flick down to admire the way it perks the swell of my breasts.
"You seem to be under the impression that I already intend to leave here with you all."
"I just have a feeling."
"I see.. is that your detective's intuition, Officer Vakarian?"
At that, he steps closer to me. Leans down until his mandible is but a hairs breadth from my cheek.
"Not necessarily," he purrs, lowering his voice so that only I might hear. "But it does tell me that it won't be long before we're heading back there if you call me that again."
A shiver runs through me. Both from his promise and the delectable gruffness to his metallic voice. I turn my gaze towards him, wondering whether I should dare to test his theory.
"Didn't you say we had urgent matters to tend to?" I tease.
"I'd say making you come undone for me falls within that category," he says quietly, a wicked smirk upon his face.
Maker, he really is insatiable, isn't he?
Then, impatient whimpers draw our attention to the increasingly restless hound at my side. Looking to one another, we ease apart while quietly laughing amongst ourselves, as if both waking from a spell we'd helplessly fallen under.
"Sorry, buddy," he grins. "Teasing your mom is just too much fun to pass up."
Fen barks his agreement, knowing full well he also enjoys his own means of toying with me. Though his mainly tend to revolve around luring me into an unknowing game of fetch or hide and seek.
"Deary me, don't encourage him, vhenan," I chuckle, scratching behind his ear. "He does just fine without your assistance."
Garrus reaches up to shield his mouth from my eye, bowing forward to whisper his colluding thoughts.
"Don't listen to her, Fen," he says, mischief glimmering in his gaze. "I need you to back me up with this one."
Fen barks and bounds happily, drawing the cautious attention of nearby onlookers. I imagine an unknown creature of his size must seem quite intimidating in their eyes. Sparing a glance around, Garrus seems to realise it too, and decides to bring an end to his taunting games so we might finally get underway.
Standing as my guide, he leads me out of the grand hall and up a flight of stairs, ushering me down a long stretch of corridor with separate rooms running along each side at regular intervals. He doesn't rush, however. He knows how new all of this is to me.. to us. And he kindly allows us to take the time we need. For myself to peruse, or for Fen to sniff at something he finds particularly intriguing. Very quickly, I learn that the species I've discovered so far aren't even the entirety that this realm has to offer. Volus. Elcor. Hanar. We encounter all of these along the way, and I find each to be just as fascinating as the last.
Finally, he brings me to a small office where another turian resides. The officer he spoke of previously; Officer Chellick. I suppose he's also quite handsome, in a way. The plating coating his body holds the same fair, sandy hue as my hair, complimented by the white markings painted upon his face and the vibrant, green shade of his eyes. Despite my otherworldly origins, he treats me with naught but respect and decency. Takes care to wield a gentle touch as he sees to installing my Omni-Tool; a procedure that's quick and far more painless than I'd anticipated.
"Maker, I can scarcely believe this," I marvel, admiring the vivid, orange glow emanating from my wrist. "I can't even feel it.. fascinating.."
I look up to lock eyes with him, a grateful smile upon my lips.
"This is amazing, and you made the process seem so effortless," I say sincerely, bowing my head. "Ma serannas, Officer Chellick."
He raises a sandy brow, peering over to where his ever watchful colleague stands waiting nearby.
"It means 'thank you'," he explains.
"..oh, of course," I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. "My apologies.. force of habit."
"Don't be," Chellick chirps, smiling brightly. "Just sorry I can't repeat it. Must be hard not having anyone to share your language with."
"I don't mind," I shrug. "Fen understands me just fine."
Beside me, he barks as if to confirm that very point, and neither Garrus or I can help but laugh at the way the officer jolts at the booming sound.
"Garas la atisha, vhenan," I chuckle, stroking his muzzle. "I fear you may have startled our new friend."
"Its fine.. just kinda caught me by surprise there," he says, letting out a nervous laugh. "Spirits, he really is somethin', isn't he?"
"That he is," I say proudly. "My apologies, Officer Chellick. I assure you he means you no harm."
"You'd know if he did," says Garrus.
"Yeah, I bet," he titters, eyeing Fen warily. "Anyway, you, uh.. you want me to show you how to use that, Serena?"
My eyes flick down as he nods to my newly installed gadget, knowing that I still haven't the faintest idea of how to utilise it beyond what Garrus taught me.
"It's okay," Garrus cuts in. "I'll show her later. Let's just see about getting her registered with an ID for now."
At that, the mandibles shielding the officer's jaw pull tight against his face, his light-hearted expression faltering into something considerably more timid.
"..let me guess," he sighs. "You can't."
Crestfallen, Chellick simply shakes his head 'no', and Garrus rubs at his temple as if to soothe a brewing ache there.
"Sorry, Garrus. Under different circumstances, I could. But.. well, we've never had an instance like this before. First contact is way above my pay grade as it is."
"Yeah.. I figured as much," he huffs.
"Then what must we do now?" I query, turning my gaze towards him.
He runs a weary hand down his face, and I quickly get the sense that he isn't too keen on the prospect of whatever awaits us.
"Well.. first of all, we'll have to speak to the Executor and gauge his thoughts," he explains. "But given the circumstances, this may fall under the Council's jurisdiction. I think we might be better off getting Shepard involved for this."
From what I understand, Shepard is also an agent within her own specialised order. One that serves this Council I've heard them speak of. If their involvement truly is necessary in my case, it would make sense that her assistance could aid our efforts.
"Do you think she'll mind?"
"What, Shepard? No.. knowing her, she'll probably jump at the chance to tell them what's what."
"Yes, she certainly is a firecracker," I chuckle. "Very well, then do you suppose we should seek her out first? Perhaps it would be best to garner her thoughts on the matter before setting plans in motion on her behalf."
"Might be a good idea," Chellick snickers.
"Mm, I agree," he nods. "Alright, we'll see where she's at and go from there."
With the plan decided, we take the time to thank the kind-natured officer for his invaluable assistance before bidding him adieu. Though, when he asks Garrus as to when he might return to his prior role, I can't help but take note of the hesitance in his reply. I'd venture that his time aboard the Normandy may have opened his eyes to certain truths about himself he couldn't see previously. That's purely speculation, of course.
Regardless, it isn't long before he's guiding me back through the grand hall, ushering me into another large elevator situated just across the way from the one that first brought us here. Whilst I may find learning about this place to be quite exhilarating, I am grateful to be granted a reprieve from the curious stares and whispers that seem to be following me wherever we go.
"Ir abelas, Garrus."
I utilise this moment of privacy to say it, but it isn't until he casts me a bemused look that I realise my tongue has once again gotten away from me.
"Oh.. yes," I say, laughing uncomfortably. "What I meant to say was; I'm sorry.. it appears as though my arrival here has proven more troublesome than we first thought."
"Hey, don't worry about it," he assures me, offering an easy-going smile. "Its not a problem. It's just gonna be a bit of a tedious process for you, that's all. Lots of waiting around and paperwork, no doubt."
True, that doesn't sound entirely appealing. But needs must.
"We won't worry about that for today though. Not sure the others will forgive me if I mess up their plans for you," he says, firing up his Omni-Tool. "Let's see where they're at. I'll drop you guys off and then see about getting something scheduled for tomorrow."
"I know I've already said as much, but.. I do appreciate you doing all of this, Garrus. Truly. I'm fairly certain we'd be utterly lost without your guidance."
"That's what I'm here for, duchess," he says, shooting me a wicked grin. "Taking care of your every need."
Maker, he's certainly been doing a fine job of it so far. I'm not sure I've ever felt so sexually gratified before. Turian vigour truly is a wondrous thing, I shall tell you that for nothing.
After receiving word from the illustrious Commander, Garrus makes good on his oath and guides me through the labyrinth of this station. Shows me the basics of navigating my new and curious gadget while he leads me through yet more seemingly deserted corridors. As we walk, he tells me about the place we all plan to gather for the eve; an establishment he refers to as a 'nightclub'. Flux, he calls it. And I must admit that the more I learn of this place, the more eager I am to see it for myself.
Finally, we make our way through another set of doors that lead us out onto a vast, open vista, and the sight before me takes my breath away. For a moment, Fen and I just stand there, our feet rooted and mouths agape as we take it all in. From here, I can see each arm of the Citadel extending out to the endless ocean of space beyond, while grand vessels and countless of those busy, flying vehicles whizz back and forth across my field of view. Bloody hell, this place is.. incredible.
"Shivera," I gasp. "I feel so small here."
"You're not exactly huge on the Normandy, duchess."
I tear my eyes away from the picturesque scene ahead to look at him, shaking my head at the cheeky smile he makes no effort to try and hide.
"Of course someone of your stature would say such a thing. I'd wager everyone must seem small to you, to at least some degree," I jest. "Everyone aside from Wrex, that is.."
"True," he chuckles. "You're still more tiny than the others though."
"And what of it?" I say, a sly smile upon my lips. "Who needs brawn when you have magic?"
"Believe me, it wasn't a criticism," he smirks.
Yes, he's been quite vocal about his fondness as to the nature of my build and the magnitude of difference between us. Given the way he's eyeing me quite shamelessly right now, I'd wager he's pondering those very thoughts as we speak. I must say, I share his appreciation for it. Finding myself in the throws of passion with such an impressively formidable creature is rather thrilling, it has to be said.
Before I can muster any means of reply, however, Fen barks and draws my attention away. Naturally, I look over and follow his line of sight, my eyes landing on three familiar faces happily heading down the stairway towards us.
"So? How'd it go?" Shepard asks as they approach. "You all set?"
"Uh.. yes and no," says Garrus, huffing out a disgruntled breath. "The Omni-Tool side of things is taken care of, but.. getting Serena registered is gonna be more complicated than we thought. I'll have a word with Executor Pallin but, it looks like C-Sec don't have the jurisdiction to handle something like this. I think the Council may be the only ones that'll have clearance to sign off on it."
"Keelah.."
As the trio of uniquely diverse women come to stand amongst us, Liara and Tali exchange a knowing glance, while Shepard's easy-going air quickly seems to falter at the news.
"Great," she clips, frowning in distaste. "Because they've been nothing but helpful so far."
"We thought.." I say, sparing Garrus a confirming glance. "Well.. if you could possibly grant me a meeting with them.."
"I'm not certain you should face them alone, Serena," Liara says hesitantly. "From what I've seen, they can be very close-minded. That can be quite an intimidating situation to put yourself in."
"She's faced down dragons, Liara," Shepard snickers. "I'm sure she can handle a few holier than thou Councillors, even if they are a pain in the ass."
"Oh, I assure you I've dealt with plenty in my time that could easily be classed as such," I chuckle. "Though, I must say that I would prefer the alternative. At least you know where you stand with dragons. They either like you or they don't, and they tend to let you know quite quickly either way. People, on the other hand, are rarely so forthcoming."
"Ain't that the truth," Garrus grumbles.
"Wait, hang on," Shepard urges, both bemused and intrigued. "Are you saying you've met dragons that did like you?"
I laugh softly at her enthusiasm, recalling how she and Kaidan in particular had been utterly gobsmacked upon learning that dragons stood as more than mere fiction in my world. Supposedly, they're just as popular as my own kind within this realm's equivalent of human folklore.
"Of course," I titter. "Dragons are not inherently evil. They're as majestic as they are fearsome. One need only remember to treat them with the respect deserving of such a creature. Most often, it is only those that do not that are reminded as to why they should."
"Man," she all but swoons. "What I wouldn't give to see something like that.."
Yes.. you and I both. Maker, what I wouldn't give to be able to see such sights again..
"Yes, well, perhaps one might also stumble upon this realm someday," I jest, forcing those thoughts out. "So.. what do you think? Could you grant me an audience with this Council of yours?"
"If anyone can talk them round, it's you, Shepard," says Tali.
"Mm, well, I wouldn't be so sure about that," she says, laughing awkwardly. "Last time we spoke I kinda hung up on them."
"What is it you humans say?" Garrus grins. "..treat them mean, keep them keen?"
I look to him with a raised brow, amused to hear such words coming out of his mouth. It certainly isn't a philosophy he's embraced with me thus far. In fact, you could say quite the opposite would be a truer reflection.
"Eh, who cares," she says simply, waving it off. "They can shove it if they don't like it."
"That's the spirit."
Opening up her Omni-Tool, she regards the screen with a frown, resonating with a thoughtful little hum.
"I don't think we really have enough time to do it now," she muses, closing it once more. "I'll set up a meeting for tomorrow, alright? We'll meet with them together and try to get this resolved."
"That would be much appreciated, Shepard," I say, bowing my head. "Ma ser- I mean.. thank you."
"Don't mention it," she nods, smiling knowingly. "Consider it repayment for letting these two play dress up with you."
"Don't pretend it wasn't also your idea, Shepard," says Tali. "But seeing as you brought it up.. don't you think we ought to get moving?"
"Yes," Liara notes. "We don't have all that much time until we're due to meet the others."
"..I guess I should probably leave you girls to it then, huh?"
"Not unless you fancy joining us, Vakarian," Shepard teases, sinking into her hip. "You in the mood for a makeover, by any chance?"
"I think I'd rather pluck out my own eyeballs," he grimaces. "It's fine, you guys go ahead. I'll be perfectly happy relaxing at home until then."
Whatever plans they've made will undoubtedly be quite boring from his perspective. Still, he does seem somewhat disappointed. It isn't a look I particularly care to see on him.
"..Garrus," I say, drawing his attention. "I realise you've already gone above and beyond to assist me today, but.. I wonder if I might ask of you one final request?"
"Sure," he chirps, nary a moment's pause. "What do you need?"
I cast my gaze over to my beloved hound, smiling warmly when he already begins to move. After so many years together, our level of understanding has exceeded far beyond mere words. He comes to lovingly nuzzle me before he passes, walking over to plant himself at Garrus' feet.
"I fear our imminent duties will prove just as tiresome for him to contend with," I chuckle. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind him accompanying you in the interim?"
His eyes widen in surprise, flitting back and forth between Fen and I as though he can't quite fathom that I would ask this of him.
"Seriously?"
"It appears to be what he wants," I shrug. "I'd venture he'd enjoy himself more with you. So long as you don't mind, of course.."
"I, uh.. no, of course not," he says, a little blindsided. "You sure you don't wanna stay with your mom, Fen?"
He looks to me and whines, frustrated that he cannot yet commune with our turian friend as freely as we do.
"He doesn't particularly enjoy lots of waiting around," I say, serving as his voice. "It'll only make him restless and irritated."
"And what about you?" he asks. "You sure you don't mind?"
"He is his own being with his own mind, Garrus," I say simply. "But I do not believe my trust in you is misplaced, if that's what you're asking. I know you will keep him safe and away from any reckless dangers one might find in a place like this."
"Y-yeah, of course," he nods, smiling a little brighter now. "How about it then, buddy? You feel like hanging out for a while? I got a local takeout that does the best steak on the Citadel."
Lowering onto his haunches, Fen barks and wags his tail so mightily that his whole body seems to sway along with it.
"There we have it then," I chuckle. "Thank you, Garrus. I'd wager you've just saved him from hours worth of boredom on his part."
"You got it," he chirps, grinning at the happy hound before him. "You know.. maybe we oughta stop by Armax, hm? Gimme a chance to see you in action."
"..'Armax?'" I repeat, somewhat cautious. "What is that?"
"Its a simulated battle arena we have here on the Citadel," Shepard explains. "Its totally harmless. All the enemies and weapons are holographic simulations. Kinda like your fancy new Omni-Tool. It's a great way to train or just have some fun and shoot some stuff."
"I see," I muse, admittedly a little intrigued by the idea. "Actually, I imagine he'd rather enjoy that."
"I figured as much," he smirks. "Shame you can't join us.. I'm dying to see what else you can do."
The way he says it seems to subtly allude to more than my mere prowess in combat, and I do my utmost to quell my reaction to it in front of our present company.
"Who knows?" I say, holding his gaze. "Perhaps you shall. Nothing has been decided as of yet."
Standing a little taller now, he appears considerably more upbeat than he was before. I will admit, it is a most welcome sight. And so, I take a moment to say my goodbyes to my dearest hound, realising that this will have been the first time I've needed to do so for many, many moons. After saying his own farewells, Garrus excitably ushers Fen to only maker knows where, and all I can do is stand there for a moment as I watch them go. Quite a bittersweet feeling really.
"That was incredibly kind of you, Serena."
Somewhat lost in my own thoughts, I startle at the sound and turn to face the pretty asari who uttered it, running a hand through my long, fair hair.
"It was nothing," I dismiss. "I had no part in it. Fen merely wanted to go with him, is all."
"Uh huh," Shepard smirks, folding her arms across her chest. "I hate to break it to you but we're not as easily fooled as Vakarian."
"He looked so happy, didn't he?" Tali chuckles. "It was kind of adorable."
I smile fondly, having thought along similar lines myself.
"Anyway, we should get going, right?" she beams, linking her arm with my own. "We wouldn't want to be late for your big debut."
Maker, you'd think I was some prized, golden halla they're about to present to the world or something. Nevertheless, her excitement once again seems to invigorate my own, and I proceed to let her eagerly usher me to wherever she so chooses. As we make our way up the stairs, however, it appears we were already lurking on the doorstep of where we need to go. Ahead of me lies a huge, open space, lined with rows of shops stretching as far as the eye can see.
Scouring around in awe, I take in the wondrous and unfamiliar sights, admiring the fascinating inhabitants that meander about the space as they go about their business. They all turn to regard me with intrigue and caution as we pass them by, muttering to one another as to the unknown nature of my origins. I don't pay it much mind at first but, after a while, it begins to serve as a bitter reminder of how I do not truly belong in this realm. Instils an uncomfortable urge to reach up and smooth my hair down to cover my ears just to be granted some reprieve from it all.
Thankfully, the first stop in our journey comes quite quickly, drawing me away from the crowds of curious onlookers. We've come to see the tailor Shepard spoke with prior to our arrival, and the idea of seeing the attire she's organised for me has my interest piqued. It appears I'm not alone in that sense either. One by one, they insist that I try on each garment for their viewing pleasure, all save for the underwear at least, and I'm pleasantly surprised by the magnificent quality of the craftsmanship.
For the most part, the selection is mainly comprised of the same casual attire that they themselves are currently wearing. The materials feel soft to the touch. Breathable on the skin yet, durable too. Resilient. The girls sing their praises upon my every reveal, informing me of the proper terminology for each item. Maker, they certainly got a good laugh when I referred to the first pair of 'pants' as breeches.
Finally, we reach the last item on the agenda; the garment that will serve as my attire for the eve. But before I pull back the curtain for my final unveiling, I find my eyes glued to my reflection a while, a little blown away by it. I may have worn dresses before but, never anything quite like.. this.
Finishing just at the thigh, the cut accentuates my toned legs and makes them appear longer somehow, while the soft, black material clings to me so seamlessly that you can tell this ensemble was designed for my body alone. I admire the way the little cuffs at my upper arms leave my neck and shoulders bare. The way the ruched fabric across the chest highlights the ample swell of my curves. It's pretty and vivacious. Elegant and edgy. I must say, I'm taking to it rather quickly.
"Goodness," I muse, turning to examine it from every angle. "Would you look at that.."
"Come on," I hear Shepard call out. "Quit holding out on us already!"
Laughing softly, I pull back the curtain and step out into the changing parlour to join them. Immediately, I'm met with a harmony of 'oohs' and 'ahhs', and a trio of faces all alight with excitement.
"Admittedly, it's a lot shorter than what I'm accustomed to," I confess, looking down at myself. "But I think I rather like it."
"As well you should," Liara says, smiling brightly. "You look wonderful, Serena."
"Man, I knew this was gonna be the one for you," Shepard grins. "Just can't beat a little black dress."
"You definitely made the right choice, Shepard," Tali says, a devious lilt to her voice. "I can't wait to see Garrus' face when he sees it later."
I still at her off-handed remark, noting the knowing smiles and glances they exchange amongst themselves.
They couldn't possibly know about us, could they? I can't imagine he's told anyone of our arrangement so soon.
"..what makes you say that?"
"Surely you must know he has a huge crush on you," she chuckles.
"Tali," Liara scolds, bowing forward to shoot a glare past the redhead between them. "I hardly think that's your place to-"
"Forgive me," I cut in, shaking my head in bemusement. "But what is a crush, exactly?"
"It's just a saying for when a person is attracted to someone," Shepard explains, clearly sensing my unease. "Don't worry, Vakarian's very respectful. He'd never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Knowing him, I doubt he'd ever even act on it. But in the unlikely event that he does say or do something you don't like, just come to me and I'll have a word with him."
Never act on it? Do or say things I don't like? Maker's breath, they couldn't be more wrong if they tried, could they?
I quietly laugh to myself at the thought. Whatever their presumptions may be, it is plain to see that they're yet to learn the truth. Should Fen and I return to the Normandy, perhaps I ought to discuss the matter with Garrus. The key to making these kinds of arrangements work is open communication, respect and mutual understanding. I do not know as yet whether he feels comfortable with the others having knowledge of our situation, so I shan't be divulging anything until I have his expressed consent to do so. For now, they will simply have to speculate as they will.
"He has been very kind and gracious towards Fen and I since we arrived," I say sincerely. "Nothing he has said or done has made me feel uncomfortable in any way, but I will be sure to keep you notified if that changes at any point."
With our next appointment drawing near, they finally allow me to change back into my robes so that we may continue. When I return to my private booth to do so, however, my elven ears detect the hushed whispers being passed around.
"You had no right to disclose Garrus' feelings like that," I hear Liara whisper. "What in the Goddess' name were you thinking?"
"What? I think they'd be cute together," Tali replies just as quietly. "You said it yourself, we've never seen him like this with anyone before."
"Which is exactly why you shouldn't have said anything," she chides. "Serena has clearly found a friend in Garrus. Outing him like that could well jeopardise the relationship they've started to build."
"Or it could make it even better."
"Or you could just confuse the poor girl," Shepard chimes in. "Maybe let's avoid saying anything that might sway her decision. She's gotta make up her mind on her own."
"That is precisely my point," Liara huffs. "Thank you, Shepard."
A wave of uncertainty washes over me at what I've just overheard. They've never seen him like this before? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? And that word. Feelings. Are they merely referring to his feelings of attraction towards me, or something more?
'So.. just to reiterate; for as long as you're here, I will gladly help with whatever you may need. I can assure you it will have absolutely no bearing on our friendship.'
No, that has to be all it is. After all, it's clear that they do not yet fully know the depths of the turian soldier's character, evident in their assumptions regarding his reluctance to indulge in said feelings. In reality, he'd approached the topic with a cool and casual air that I found to be quite refreshing.. amongst other things.
Relax, I assure myself. They're merely misinformed, is all.
And so, I push down those thoughts, along with the uncomfortable sensation it stirs within my gut, and return to them once more in the comfort of my familiar robes. I choose not to disclose anything about what I heard. Simply follow on their heels as they lead me out of the changing parlour and towards the expectant tailor, peering beside me when I feel a soft nudge at my arm.
"This is for you," Shepard says.
I look down to the small, orange token resting within her open palm and reach for it curiously, turning it over in my hands as I try to make sense of what I'm looking at.
"What is it?" I frown.
"It's called a credit chit," she explains. "It's how you pay for things in this world."
"Wait, you're saying this is.. money?! But.. how? Where did you get it?"
"Sorted it just before we came to meet you and Vakarian," she shrugs. "We all chipped in so, you should have enough on there to last you a lifetime."
"..you did?"
"Mhmm," she nods. "We knew you didn't have any money of your own so, the crew wanted to make sure you guys were taken care of, wherever you decide to go from here. Honestly, I have more than I know what to do with these days so, if anything, you're doing me a favour by taking some off my hands."
I feel.. goodness, I'm not quite sure how I feel. I'm just.. speechless.
"Shepard, I.. I can't possibly accept this," I insist, offering it back to her.
She doesn't take it though. Instead, she places a hand over my own, enclosing my fingers until they're furled around the little token.
"You can, and you will," she says, smiling warmly. "Consider that an order, from one Commander to another."
I let out a soft laugh, my heart swelling from the gesture. No one has ever done something quite like this for me before. To think that the crew would extend such kindness to me after so little time; a peculiar stranger from another world.. it has touched me profoundly.
"I find myself at a loss for words, Shepard," I say sincerely, holding her emerald gaze. "I do not quite know how to thank you all.. you and your shipmates are amongst the kindest souls I've ever known. I'm so grateful. The Maker smiled on me indeed when he saw fit to send me to the Normandy."
"Anytime," she says fondly. "With any luck, he'll smile on us and see fit to bring you back."
"I hope so," I agree.
And I really do mean that. As time passes by, it's becoming increasingly difficult to convince myself that I should consider doing otherwise. All along, my priority has been to do right by the ones I care about. Do right by Fen. But the line is a lot more blurred than it was before, and the scope of souls I care about in this realm has extended now.
Maker, whatever should I do?
The question plagues me as we continue our journey. My mind is no longer present, my body moving seemingly of its own accord as per the whims of the three woman guiding me. I'm vaguely aware of the conversations they exchange. Of the absent replies I give. All the while, I think of the little token secured within my robes and what it symbolises, finding myself completely and utterly torn.
It's only when I hear Shepard resonate with a bold 'ta-daaa' that I finally come back to my senses. Shaking off my cluttered thoughts, I watch as she flamboyantly gestures to the open doorway ahead of us. The lit up placard above reads 'Be Younique', while a quick peek through the vast windows instantly tells me that this place is a beauty parlour.
This ought to be interesting..
Following them through the threshold, I glance around the busy space with keen interest, taking in its futuristic elegance and decor. Stylists tend to their patrons with a smile, either grooming their hair or applying a variety of their curious cosmetics. It feels warm and inviting here. Instils a sense of excitement as to what awaits me.
Noting our sudden presence, a pretty turian breaks away from her desk and approaches, looking to each of us with a broad, welcoming grin.
"Hi, ladies," she says with that same, metallic lilt. "How can I help you today?"
"We have an appointment for our friend here," Shepard says, planting a hand on my shoulder. "Booked in under the name Serena for hair and makeup."
Her bright blue eyes fall to me, studying me curiously. When her gaze lingers at my ears a moment, I can practically hear her thoughts about it. Though, for now, she elects not to call attention to it.
"Of course," she says instead. "Well, I'm Maevala. I'll be your stylist for today."
She extends a hand out towards me and I take it gladly, unable to stop myself from admiring the iridescent shine to her ebony plates as she does so.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Maevala," I say sincerely, shaking her hand. "I'd venture you have your work cut out for you."
"You're kidding, right?" she says, amused. "Girl, you're gorgeous. You could leave here right now and look the part. Just.. please don't 'cause otherwise I'm gonna be super bored for the next few hours."
"Ah, you needn't worry about that," I chuckle. "I dare say these ladies are more enthused than you are that I'm here. Rest assured, I shan't be leaving anytime soon."
Maker, if only I'd known in that moment just how accurate that statement was. Over the next few hours, I'm fawned and fussed over as if I were some kind of monarch. Maevala sees to my wayward tresses, practically swooning over its fair, sandy hue and endless length. Reluctant to take much, she merely trims the ends so they meet my behind instead of skirting my thighs, and adds some special touches she refers to as 'layers' and 'bangs'. As she proceeds to style it, a rather charming asari by the name of Nerina tends to my makeup, following the orders of the three women accompanying me when I find myself at a loss for what I should ask of her. They watch on from the sidelines with a keen eye, all growing increasingly excited as the final look gradually comes to fruition.
"Close your eyes for me, hon."
I do as Nerina says and flinch when a soft mist suddenly ghosts across my skin, catching me unawares.
"What is that?"
"Setting spray," she chuckles. "Keeps you looking glam all night long. Alright, you can open 'em now."
When I do, I have to blink rapidly as my eyes adjust, not yet used to the cumbersome weight of these faux lashes she'd insisted on applying. Tipping my chin up, she turns my head from side to side slightly, grinning from ear to ear as she admires her handiwork.
"Gorgeous," she beams. "Take a look."
At last, she steps aside and allows me to see myself in the mirror ahead, her smile growing upon seeing my utterly gobsmacked expression.
"Bloody hell.."
With my mouth somewhat agape, I lean closer to my reflection and bring an experimental hand up to touch my cheek, barely even recognising the woman staring back at me. As I do, the gaggle of five woman at my back gather round just the same, nudging one another while they all adorn matching, delighted grins.
"Is.. is that.. maker, that can't be me, surely.."
"Oh, it's you, gorgeous," Maevala smirks. "You look divine!"
"Doesn't she?" Tali beams. "You ladies did such a good job."
Honestly, I don't even know where to start. The hair.. the makeup.. the style is just so different from anything you'd come across in my world. It's bolder. More intense. My hair falls around me, curly and thick, while the newly shaped 'bangs' frame my face in such a way that seems to flatter my sharp, elven features.
"Truly you must be some kind of hair styling mage, Maevala," I swoon, running my fingers through my long, bouncy curls. "And you, Nerina, are an artist of the highest prestige. I don't even bloody look like me.. I love what you've done with my eyes."
I lean a little closer to admire them, somewhat surprised by how much I like such a drastic change. I scarcely wear anything by way of cosmetics, certainly not since I came here, so to see this glittering, black look is very intense. Though, it isn't harsh in the way you'd expect. It's impactful yet, soft. Compliments the nude, glossy shine that coats my lips.
"It's your first night out in a new world," the asari says, grinning at me in our reflection. "If that isn't an excuse to go all out, I don't know what it is."
"Damn straight," Shepard smirks.
Climbing to my feet, I smile and move to stand with the others, looking to both of the stylists in turn.
"Thank you both. Truly," I say sincerely. "Your skills in your respective fields are nothing short of exemplary, and I've had a wonderful time in your establishment."
"You got it, hon," Nerina beams. "We're happy to help. Glad we could welcome you to the Milky Way in style."
"Well, you've certainly done that. I've never looked so glamorous in my entire life," I chuckle, sparing one final glance at my reflection. "Goodness, if Leliana could see me right now she'd have a bloody fit."
"I doubt she's the only one," Tali snickers.
Giving Shepard's arm a nudge, her lilac eyes glitter in amusement beneath her mask, quietly laughing to herself when she's rewarded with a light-hearted swat in reply.
"Yes, yes. Very funny indeed," I reply, waving a dismissive hand. "Any who, I would like to have the opportunity to thank you ladies properly for your efforts. Should you happen to find yourselves at Flux this evening, perhaps you'll consider seeking me out so that I may buy you both a drink."
The two stylists exchange a knowing glance, turning back to me with bright, beaming smiles.
"Actually, a few of us girls were planning on heading that way after closing," Maevala chirps.
"How very fortuitous," I smirk. "Well, I suppose that settles it then."
After exchanging contact details and footing the bill, I express one last titbit of gratitude before following the others out of the parlour, feeling significantly more elegant than I had when we'd first walked in. When heads turn to observe me en route to the next phase of our journey, I get the sense that it isn't solely due to the shape of my ears this time around.
"So, where are we headed now?"
"To our hotel," Shepard says, guiding me through the busy Marketplace. "There's a transit hub just up ahead."
"I'm afraid I don't quite know what that means."
"You'll see," she chuckles. "Don't worry, I have a feeling you're gonna like this part."
Blimey, was she right. It isn't long before we're soaring through the air in one of the flying vehicles I've seen so much of since we arrived; a 'skycar' they call it, and I can barely contain my excitement as we do so. I'm practically glued to the window, watching on in wonder as the world whizzes past in a blur of colour.
B-beep. B-beep. B-beep.
The shrill sound is accompanied with a glimmer of orange flickering at my wrist, and I curiously open up the screen to investigate.
"Getting pinged already, huh?" I hear Shepard call out from the driver's seat.
"It would appear so," I muse, frowning at the display. "Although, I can't quite remember how I'm supposed to open it."
"Would you like me to help you, Serena?"
I look over to where Liara sits beside me, offering a grateful smile as she begins to scooch a little closer.
"Thank you," I say, laughing awkwardly. "I fear I'm rather inept with this bloody thing."
"As is everyone when trying new things for the first time," she replies in her soft, sweet voice. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Moving closer still, she proceeds to show me what I need to do to navigate this cryptic gadget. Upon opening the message, an image of a giant, slumberous hound spreads across the display, accompanied by a sweet little note attached by its sender.
'Someone's tuckered out. You weren't kidding about seeing him in combat.. now I definitely don't wanna get on his bad side. Ordered him a tomahawk steak though so, I think I'm good. Reckon we're definitely buds now. See you soon, G.'
I smile to myself as I read the message through. Except, I can feel Liara's eyes boring into me then, and I try to bite it down as quickly as I'm able. Cautiously, I dare to look up and meet her gaze, and I fear it may well have been too late. She quietly studies me a moment, searching my features as if the truth lay etched upon my skin.
"Everything okay back there?" Shepard queries, breaking the lingering silence.
Holding her gaze, I shake my head in a silent plea for her discretion, praying her kind-natured disposition will surpass her allegiance to her own secret lover.
"Everything's fine, Shepard," she says finally, casual as can be. "It's just a spam ad, nothing more."
"I hate those blasted things," Tali chides.
"Don't we all," Shepard grumbles. "Welcome to the world of technology, Serena."
Breathing a sigh of relief, I mouth the words 'thank you' while the other two natter away amongst themselves, smiling at the reassuring nod she offers in response.
Maker, I really ought to be more careful.. at least until I know what's what.
But by the time we've pulled up to the hotel the others are staying at for the duration of their leave; congregated in Shepard's suite so that we may utilise the grand space to get ready; I have already put it out of my mind. Though that could, in part, be down to the abundance of alcohol that has begun to flow around us.
Having only needed to switch out my ensemble, it should come as no surprise that I'm one of the first to finish. Aside from Tali, of course. Giving myself the once over in the floor length mirror, even I will admit that I rather like what I see. Pairing my newly styled look with the little black dress we acquired earlier, I'd venture I look better than I ever have before. I feel confident. Sexy. Can feel the way I stand a little taller.. though, I suspect that is largely due to these rather ridiculous strappy heels.
After a while, even this little feat begins to feel like a celebration in itself. While Shepard and Liara busily hustle about the luxurious accommodations in their haste to get ready, Tali and I merely drink ourselves into a pleasantly tipsy haze. Talk and laugh frivolously over everything and nothing all at once. All the while, she introduces me to the music of this realm. Shows me what I should come to expect once we reach the nightclub that will serve as our hovel for the eve. Not unlike the rest of this curious reality, suffice to say their upbeat, futuristic tunes are completely alien to me. Though entirely different from one another, each song holds the same rapid tempo and pounding, electric vibe. One that penetrates the soul. Makes my body want to move of its own volition, and I see no reason to resist it.
Before long, Shepard and Liara at last come to join us, and to say they look stunning is an understatement. The human Commander wears a simple, classy little number made of pure, black leather, the design accentuating her toned and athletic build. She's opted for a cosmetic look not too dissimilar from my own, though her lips boast a stunning, rouge tone that compliments her fiery, red hair. Liara, on the other hand, has gone for a look that bears a striking contrast to that of the woman beside her. Her make-up is soft and light, mirroring the flowing, white dress that delicately hangs off of her slender frame. Makes the beautiful blue hue of her skin appear all the more vibrant.
"Goodness, don't you both look sublime," I say, taking them in. "Just beautiful."
"Oh.. thank you," Liara says. "That's very kind of you to say so."
I watch the way her cheeks warm in response, idly wondering if it truly is in relation to what I said, or because Shepard can't seem to stop herself from soaking up the view. Practically undresses the angelic asari with her eyes as though there's no one else around. After a moment, however, she seems to catch herself and shakes off, what I presume to be, a collection of thoughts that aren't by any means innocent.
"She's right.. you look beautiful, Liara," she says warmly. "White's definitely your colour."
"..thank you, Shepard," she blushes. "You look remarkable as well. Though, I think it's fair to say that you always do."
I smile at the interaction. Clearly whatever is going on between them is in its early stages, and it's quite endearing to watch the way they coyly tiptoe around one another at times. When I feel a little nudge against my arm, I cast my gaze towards the tipsy, smiling quarian beside me, and know that I'm not alone in my thinking.
They really do make for a beautiful couple.
With everyone finally ready, the time has come at last for us to head out. As we make our way back through the hotel and out of the grand entrance, you can feel the excitement buzzing amongst us as a tangible thing. Tali has already begun to giggle and sway as she walks, while Shepard and Liara exchange little stolen glances whenever they think we aren't paying them any mind. We hail a skycar in much the same fashion we had previously, laughing and talking amongst ourselves as it escorts us to our looming destination.
Just as eager to learn about my world as I am theirs, they pass the time by asking me what a night out might entail where I'm from, and I happily regale them with tales of my inebriated exploits with my dearest companions. I tell them about the quieter nights sharing mead and stories at camp. About the grand, royal festival following Alistair's coronation, and the many taverns we visited throughout our adventures, drinking ourselves into a stupor to celebrate our latest victory. Even the rowdy nights we'd spend at The Pearl, engaging in games of Wicked Grace with drunken pirates until only the last man standing would be left adorned in any attire.
Initially, I'd presumed that the night life of my world would pale in comparison to this place. Upon noting their reactions, it seems the opposite may well be true. If anything, they seem shocked that I would even dabble in such things to begin with. Maker, they really have no idea, do they?
Except, the only issue with reminiscing like this is that there's no means to filter it. The more I speak of my friends, my world, my old life.. the more painful it becomes. Do they even know I'm gone? Are they worried about me? I truly hope not. If only there were a way for me to contact them somehow. To at least let them know that I'm safe, even if I may never return.
And what of you, Leliana, I wonder, turning to gaze out of the window. Are you safe.. are you well?
Maker, I hope so. For now, I suppose all I can do is count my blessings that Fen, at least, was able to accompany me here. Whilst I miss all of my companions dearly, coming here without him would've simply been too painful to bear. For both of us. I may well have chosen to rescue him the day I found him as just a sickly pup, lying broken and abandoned among the Alienage's borders. I who chose to tend to him and nurture him back to health. But it was he who ultimately chose to remain by my side. He who chose to stand by me through all the perils we've faced over the past few years. It is the mabari who choose their companion, after all.
Thinking about it, this may well be the longest I've ever been without his company. I didn't mind so much at first. Had plenty to keep me distracted. But as I quieten amidst the chatter and succumb to my thoughts, I realise just how much of a void I feel without his presence. We are like two sides of the same coin, tied to one another in a precious bond forged over shared hardships.
My brave boy, I think fondly, quietly gazing through the window. I miss you, vhenan.
Thankfully, it's barely minutes later that our vehicle makes its descent and steadily eases to a stop. Judging by the excitable whoops that emanate around me, I'd wager that we've at last reached our destination.
"Looks like it's showtime, ladies," Shepard smirks, peering round the edge of her seat. "Everyone ready?"
"Of course," Tali whoops. "Let's go already!"
"Atta girl," she chuckles.
Stepping out into the cool, evening air, I look around and am surprised to find we've arrived at the very same spot we'd visited earlier. Though no longer lit, I can see the 'Be Younique' sign just a little further down the way. Does that mean this nightclub is somewhere close by? I bloody hope so because I am by no means accustomed to wearing such outlandish footwear. I can but hope that my poor feet will survive long enough to see me through 'til the night's end.
"Come on," Tali beams, pointing to a stairway directly ahead. "It's this way."
Leading the party, she urges us forward with haste, and we quietly chuckle at the tipsy sway in her stride as she does so. Not that it seems to deter her, mind. Instead, she pushes on with purpose. Leads us up the stairs and weaves through the gathered groups of scantily clad citizens barring the way.
"She's rather good at this, isn't she?" I chuckle.
"Damn straight," Shepard says, grinning proudly. "Quarians are known for being nimble on their feet."
"Even when they're drunk, it would seem," I tease.
"Especially when they're drunk."
Following on Tali's heels, we approach a bend in the stairwell and I can tell we're growing close. I can hear the dulled pumping of music. Can smell the classic aromas one would associate with the more rowdy nightlife; alcohol.. sweat.. sex. But when we veer round the corner, I'm instantly met with a most welcome noise that stands out above the rest. A great, booming bark. Even though I cannot see him, it is a sound I'm all too familiar with, and it startles just about every party goer stood before me on this long stretch of walkway.
"..Fen?"
Suddenly, they all split apart like pulling back a set of curtains, clinging to the walls to make way for the mighty, black beast that comes barrelling down the middle towards us.
"Fen!"
My feet begin to carry me without a second thought, rushing for him as swiftly as these heels will allow. The instant he's within arm's reach, I fling my arms around his neck and hold him tight, running my fingers through his thick, ebony fur.
"Hey, boy," I beam. "Maker's breath, I missed you so much. It feels as though I haven't seen you for days."
His giant paws tip tap all over the show, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Looks like he missed you too," Shepard chuckles behind me.
"He's supposed to be a killing machine," Tali snickers. "You wouldn't think it looking at him, would you?"
"Oh, he's a killing machine, alright," I hear a familiar voice call out. "I've seen it for myself.. damn near took out a heavy mech before I could even get a hit in."
Upon hearing it, I peer past Fen until my eyes land on the sharply dressed turian heading right for us, unconsciously straightening my poise at the sight of him.
Bloody hell..
"Lookin' pretty fresh there, Vakarian," Shepard smirks. "Who'd have guessed you could scrub up so well, huh?"
Blimey, is she right. I may not know the term for the formal attire he's wearing but, whatever it may be is working absolute wonders for him. And as he approaches, he can't seem to take his eyes off of me either. They're practically glued to me. Drinking me in from head to toe in an intriguing mixture of disbelief and desire.
"..yeah," he murmurs, lost in his distraction. "Figured I oughta make an effort at least once in a while, ya know?"
"What do you think of Serena's Milky Way makeover?" Tali asks, mischief rife in her tone. "Doesn't she look great?"
Coming to stand amongst us, its like he can't quite bring himself to look away. His eyes wander over me a while, offering naught but nonsensical sounds as he struggles to bring voice to the thoughts whirling through his mind. As I look upon him, it is a feeling I can appreciate all too well.
"I, uh.. you look," he begins, clearing his throat. "You look beautiful. I mean.. not that you didn't before, obviously, but.."
"..thank you," I say, warmth flooding to my cheeks. "You look rather dashing yourself. I like your, erm.."
Tucking a curly lock behind my ear, I gesture to his ensemble, laughing a little as the terminology of this realm once again eludes me.
"Oh, uh.. thank you," he says, looking down at himself. "It's called a suit. Jacket.. shirt.. pants."
He points to each in turn as he speaks, no hint of teasing or judgement behind it. Call it whatever you bloody like but, he looks positively ravishing in it. The soft grey shade compliments the silver shine of his plates as they peek out beneath his crisp, white shirt, while the fit of its design accentuates his broad, muscular form.
"Well, it, erm.. it really suits you," I say, at a loss for words myself. "No pun intended, of course.."
With our eyes locked, a momentary quiet hangs in the air between us, charged and electrified. Almost makes it hard to breathe. Makes me forget that it isn't solely the two of us standing amongst this crowded space.. until a voice chimes in from nearby.
"So.." Shepard says, biting down her amusement. "Are the others here as well, or..?"
"Oh, uh.. yeah," he scrambles, shaking his head. "Sorry, they're, uh.. they're just inside. We grabbed a booth at the back by the bar."
"Great. Well, in that case, why don't we head on in?" she asks, looking to the women either side of her. "We can find where they're at and get some drinks in."
"But-"
"I think that's an excellent idea, Shepard," Liara cuts in, shooting Tali a not so discreet look. "Let us head in. We wouldn't want to keep the others waiting any longer than necessary."
"Oh.. yes, of course," Tali grins. "Let's do that. Garrus, I'm sure you can show Serena where to find us, right?"
He and I look to one another with a raised brow, exchanging amused, knowing smiles.
"You realise, of course, that we're well aware of what you're trying to achieve here?" I say.
"What?" Tali chirps, as though she's as innocent as the sunrise. "We aren't doing anything. We're just.. thirsty."
"No argument there," he quips.
"Oh quiet, you bosh'tet," she chides, pointing a swaying, accusatory finger his way.
"Alright," Shepard chuckles, ushering her away. "I'd say it's about time we got you a nice little drink of water, huh?"
"By the goddess," Liara sighs, following after them. "We've barely even started."
"You've got that right," Tali cheers.
Shaking her head tiresomely, Liara pauses when she comes to stand beside me, reaching out to set her dainty hand upon my arm.
"Will you be alright?"
"Of course," I chuckle. "Please, do as you will. They ought to have at least someone around that has their wits about them."
"Yes," she grumbles. "I believe you're right."
With that, she trots off down the walkway to catch up to the others, shaking her head when the nimble quarian trips up the stairs ever so gracefully.
"Something tells me she won't be faring too well tomorrow," I chuckle, watching them go.
"No kidding," he snickers. "Just how much have you guys had to drink?"
"We may have had one or two.. and possibly a few more."
"You had fun then, I take it?"
"We did," I say, smiling fondly. "It was nice to spend some time with them beyond the confines of the ship. Though, I'm not used to being fussed over in such a way. It was somewhat overwhelming at times."
"Well, it was sure as hell worth it," he says, letting his eyes rove over me unapologetically. "Spirits, duchess, you really do look fucking phenomenal."
"As do you," I smirk, eyeing him just the same. "I dare say you may well be the spirit of being devilishly handsome after all."
"I hate to say 'I told you so'.."
"Do you now? Somehow I suspect that couldn't be farther from the truth."
I turn my attention to Fen as he sits beside me with a surprising degree of patience, reaching out to stroke his soft, ebony muzzle.
"And what of you two, hm? It sounds as though you've had a fair bit of fun yourselves."
He resonates his sentiments with such conviction that it draws the attention of those passing us by, his big, brown eyes practically gleaming under the colourful club lights.
"Honestly, we had a great time," Garrus says, smiling warmly. "Thanks to him, you're now looking at Armax Arena's new number one competitor."
"I told you, didn't I?" I say proudly. "His prowess in battle is quite something to behold."
"No kidding. For a while I barely even did anything, he was so damn impressive that I just had to watch him in action," he grins. "I think he enjoyed himself.. I could tell he was starting to miss his mom though."
"I assure you, the feeling was very mutual," I say, pressing a kiss upon Fen's nose. "I'm not sure we've ever spent so much time apart before, have we, vhenan?"
"Well, I know you did it for my sake. I really would've been just fine on my own, but.. I appreciate it nonetheless. He's good company."
Of course he knew. Aside from what Shepard may believe, he's far too intuitive to be so easily fooled.
"That he is," I say simply. "Though, you should know that Fen doesn't usually warm to others so easily. Ulterior motives aside, I truly did believe that he would've preferred to have spent his time with you."
At that, Fen let's out a series of soft, high pitched whines, giving me a look that serves as a silent plea.
"I'm not sure he agrees with you," Garrus chuckles.
"..no," I say, shaking my head softly. "That's not what he's saying."
I want more than anything to explain. But if I'm to do so, we will need to be in the company of the rest of our comrades.
"Perhaps we ought to join the others, hm?" I say, casting my gaze towards him. "I can't imagine you came to spend your eve standing out here."
"With you looking like that? Hell, I'll happily stand out here all damn night."
Chuckling softly, I give his chest a teasing pat as I pass, sauntering off towards the stairway in the hopes that he will follow.
"Come along, Officer Vakarian," I tease, chancing a glimpse over my shoulder. "I suspect you'll want to hear this."
With his long, muscular legs, he catches up to me quick as a button, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"You're playing with fire right now, duchess," he warns. "Call me that again tonight and I'll be dragging you off to the first dark corner I see."
It may well have been intended as a warning but, that does nothing to quell the effect it has on me. Makes me want to provoke the flame if only to feel the thrill that comes with being burned.
"I'm a mage, Garrus," I say just as quietly, turning to meet his gaze. "Playing with fire is very much my repertoire."
He smirks at that, admiring my glossy lips as though he's half tempted to take them for his own.
"You're a little temptress, you know that?"
"Only when the situation calls for it," I tease.
He answers with a devilish chuckle, though he doesn't say anything more. Simply ushers me up the stairs and through a grand archway, leading me into a bustling scene that almost takes my darned breath away.
"Bloody hell," I gasp.
Rooted to the spot, I scour around every which way, taking in the sights of the most eccentric, futuristic tavern I've ever seen. Pounding music thrums in my ears, while bright, colourful lights splash across the room in time to the beat. There's a hum of perpetual, nonsensical chatter underlying it all; little pockets of conversations of those gathered in little cubbies.. elated whoops and hollers from the drunken patrons happily dancing away. This place.. it feels exhilarating. Alive.
"This isn't at all what I imagined," I confess, gazing around in awe. "It's amazing. Everyone just seems so.. free."
"Mm, well, I think that's probably more to do with the alcohol than anything," he snickers. "But this is one of the best places to go for a decent night on the town."
"One of? You mean there are more places like this here?"
"Oh yeah. You got Dark Star.. Purgatory.. Solar.."
"Hey, you two!"
The shout catches our attention, drawing our eye to the smirking redhead waving at us from a booth at the back of the room, surrounded by a group of familiar faces all watching us expectantly.
"Get your asses over here already!"
"Duty calls," I chuckle.
"Tell me about it," he snorts. "You go on ahead, I'm gonna get us a drink. What do you fancy?"
"Oh.. I, erm.. I don't rightfully know," I muse. "Surprise me."
"You sure?"
A cheeky smile spreads across my face, my eyes traversing over his delectable form.
"You certainly seem to know what I like," I say, meeting his gaze. "Why should this be any different?"
He steps closer to me, the passing flash of light accentuating his sharp, handsome features. I can see the amusement in his eyes as he gazes down at me.. though that isn't all I can see.
"Last warning, duchess."
"Are you trying to intimidate me, Garrus?" I say, raising my brow.
"Not at all," he smirks. "Just looking for an excuse."
"To do what, I wonder?"
Leaning closer, he bows forward until we're eye to eye, so close I can make out every intricate line of his painted markings.
"To take you somewhere and do all of those things I know you like," he purrs.
Then, he straightens himself up as if nothing had happened. Swiftly turns on his heels and struts off without another word passing between us. Maker, he certainly gives as good as he gets, doesn't he?
Shaking off the sudden influx of rather lewd thoughts, I set off to join the rest of the crew. With Fen glued to my side, I weave through busy tables and past gaggles of gossiping patrons, ignoring the gawping stares and hushed murmurs that follow us as we go. Until finally, we push through the bulk of the drunken rabble, crossing the rest of the space towards the smiling faces awaiting us.
"Here she is," Shepard grins. "The elf has officially joined the party, ladies and gentleman."
"Uh.. I think you're forgetting someone, Commander," Joker smirks. "Not sure how you can miss him."
The pilot's eyes practically light up at the sight of the great hound by my side, beckoning him over to bestow plenty of fuss and affection. Aside from Garrus, Joker is one of the select few Fen has begun to warm to. Personally, I believe his condition naturally invokes the protective instincts in him. Either way, it would be fair to say the brewing fondness is incredibly mutual, and I can't help but smile as I watch them.
"Serena," Kaidan says, rising to his feet. "God, you look.."
"..different?" I tease.
"Hot."
"Joker," Shepard chides, shaking her head amusingly.
"What?" he shrugs. "I'm just saying what we're all thinking."
"I'm not," says Wrex.
"Me neither," Ashley adds, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm thinking that punk ass bartender is taking too damn long," he grumbles, slamming his monstrous fist on the table. "That's what I'm thinking."
"Well, hello to you too, Wrex," I chuckle.
"Hey, kid," he nods. "You didn't happen to see a bartender around, did you? Human.. male.. scrawny little bastard.."
"Doesn't ring a bell, I'm afraid."
"Damn it."
Laughing softly, I find my attention drawn to the blushing Lieutenant stood before me. Much like Garrus, he too, has gone to great efforts with his appearance this evening. Dressed in a pressed, navy shirt and cream coloured pants, he looks as sharp as a dawnstone sword.
"You look rather handsome this evening, Kaidan," I say sincerely. "You.. how did you put it, Shepard? 'Scrub up well'?"
"That's the one," she chirps.
"Oh, I, uh.. thank you," he says, bashfully rubbing at his neck. "You, uh.. well, you look.."
"Relax," I chuckle. "You needn't return the favour. I merely wished to extend the compliment, is all."
"No, I want to," he insists, laughing a little. "I just, uh.. man, I'm not very good at this, am I?"
You know, the more I come to know the Lieutenant, the more I feel he bears a striking resemblance to Alistair. Not in his looks, so much. It's his character. They both have this sweet awkwardness to them. A noble sense of virtue that's honourable and reserved. Almost gentle, in a way. Funny.. I wonder whether I shall soon discover that he is also some kind of secret prince.
"You're doing just fine," I assure him. "Don't worry so much."
"I'll try.. easier said than done sometimes, ya know?" he titters. "Anyway.. here.. take a seat."
As he speaks, he pulls out the chair situated next to his and gestures for me to sit, the chivalrous act only further solidifying my theory.
"Oh.. thank you, I shall, but.. not just yet. I have something I'd like to say to you all, though I should like to wait for Garrus to return first."
"..you talking about me again, duchess?"
I turn at the sound, startled to find him suddenly standing right behind me with drinks in hand. Maker, how in the blazes does he do that? A person of his size should not be able to move around so bloody stealthily.
"Heh. In your dreams, turian."
"Charming as ever, Wrex," he smirks. Turning his attention to me, he holds out a glass almost as flamboyant as the concoction it contains, his features spread into a curiously mischievous grin. "Your drink, m'lady."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I say, eyeing him with an air of suspicion. "What is it?"
"Just try it," he says, urging it closer still. "I have a feeling it's something you'll enjoy."
Reservedly, I take it from him and study it a moment. To his credit, it certainly looks very appealing. Like someone bottled a rainbow and managed to retain its spectral form. Vibrant yellow shifts to vivid orange, finishing off with a band of bright, ruby red. Quite lovely, to be sure.
"Is that a Sex on the Beach?"
"Why, yes it is, Lieutenant. Supposed to be one of the best levo cocktails around, so I'm told."
"They are. Man, I haven't had one of those in years. Try it, Serena. It's really good."
"There, see?" he says, trying to stifle his smirking grin. "What did I tell you, hm?"
My mouth quirks into an involuntary smile, realising then why he looks so bloody proud of himself. And so, I bring the chilled, metallic straw to my lips, undeniably intrigued by both the drink itself and the alluring implications behind it.
"You know.. I dare say you're right," I say, holding his teasing gaze. "This does sound like something I would enjoy. Thank you, Garrus."
Taking an experimental sip, my eyes widen as a burst of flavours invigorate my senses. It's sweet and fruity, with a punchy kick that zings my taste buds to life.
"Oh my.. this is bloody delicious."
"Damn it, now you're making me want one," Kaidan chuckles.
"Mm, me too," Garrus grins. "Satisfied?"
"Very much so, thank you. You've outdone yourself once again."
"Did you really expect anything less," he smirks, taking a swig of his beer. "Now, I believe I heard you say you had something to tell us?"
"Oh! Yes, of course," I startle, turning back towards the group. "Forgive me, everyone, but if I might ask for but a moment of your time.."
The quiet chatter around me swiftly dies at my request, until several sets of eyes are suddenly trained on me with acute, singular focus.
"Don't you just love the way she talks," Tali giggles, nudging Liara's side. "She's always so polite."
"Yes, and you know what isn't considered polite? Talking about someone as though they aren't in the room."
"Relax, Liara," Shepard titters, laying a placating hand upon her arm. "She doesn't mean anything by it."
"Exactly! I'm drunk, not rude."
"It is possible to be both, you know."
"You needn't worry," I say, chuckling at the interaction. "Garrus came up with an entire nickname for me because of it. In the scheme of things, a mere off-handed remark doesn't mean all that much."
"Wait," Joker says, intrigued. "What do you call her, exactly?"
"Duchess," Garrus shrugs. "Only because she talks like one."
"No way," he cackles. "Oh man, you totally do that as well."
"Oh, don't you bloody start."
"Sorry, duchess," he grins.
At that, I turn just enough to see the turian standing behind me, narrowing my eyes into a glare more chilling than the ice magic I wield.
"This is your doing."
"Apologies, m'lady," he smirks.
"Shivera," I huff. "Cheeky bastard."
I shake my head tiresomely when I'm met with that deep, rumbling laugh, turning my attention back to the less taunting folk amongst my new comrades.
"Any who," I say, glancing around at the tipsy faces staring back at me. "I just wanted to take this moment to extend my gratitude to you all on behalf of Fen and I.."
His ears prick upon hearing his name, and I beckon him with a crook of my finger, stroking his soft, ebony muzzle as he comes to sit by my side.
"When we first ventured through the eluvian, never once did I envision it leading us to a different world, let alone an entirely separate reality," I say, still coming to terms with that very notion. "I know we may have had a rather rocky introduction, but in the short time we've been here, you've welcomed us with open arms and treated us as though we were one of your own.."
"That's because you are," says Tali. "The Normandy is still new for a lot of us too. It was only a couple of months ago that we joined the crew but, somehow it feels like we've always been there. Since leaving the Flotilla.. it's the first place I haven't been made to feel like I'm just 'the quarian'. Like that's all I am."
"Whoever made you feel like that is foolish," Liara says. "Your skills an engineer are quite frankly unprecedented. But.. you're right. Living aboard the Normandy.. working under Shepard.. it's the first time I've felt truly at home since mother and I left Thessia."
"I feel the same way," says Garrus. "Spirits, you have no idea how much being stuck in C-Sec was grating on me. My every attempt to investigate Saren was shut down, every avenue closed off. And now here I am, chasing him down and bringing justice with a more hands on approach. It's opened my eyes. Made me see how flawed the whole system is. At least now I'm actually doing some good. Making real change."
So.. it isn't just us. Something about that ship and its crew.. it's different. More like an incredibly diverse family than mere colleagues. Allows them to be true to who they really are. To discover the inner depths of their potential.
Honestly.. it reminds me of them. My companions. These people.. they remind me of them.
"We could never replace the friends we've lost," I say. "But as I look upon you all now, I'm sure Fen will agree when I say that it feels as though we're back in Thedas with them again. We were a group of vastly different individuals; race.. creed.. class.. beliefs.. but we were aligned in our goal, and our dedication to protect one another as we strived to achieve it. We raised armies together. Saved cities. Battled demons and tainted gods.."
"That's frickin' bad ass."
"Oh, Joker, you don't even know the half of it," I grin. "My point is.. the way we felt then is much the same way we feel now.. here, with all of you.."
Pausing a moment, I turn to lock eyes with my beloved hound, sparing one last, confirming glance to ensure he is steadfast in his decision before I extend my final words.
..he is, and the joy it brings forth somewhat takes me by surprise.
"..we would like to stay with you, if you'll have us," I say, squaring my shoulders. "We wish to stand with you.. to fight with you.. and to aid you in your quest however we're able."
Now.. I'd expected a happy reaction. Their reluctance for us to leave hasn't exactly been lost on us. But when the majority of them practically bound to their feet; whooping and cheering and clapping heartily; I can feel myself smiling so broadly that my cheeks are sure to ache come the morrow.
"Hell yeah," Shepard hollers. "Of course you can stay, is that even a question?"
"Holy shit, this is awesome," Joker grins. "We get the magic elf and the war hound? We're gonna be like a bonafide dream team now!"
"By the goddess, you scared me, Serena," Liara chuckles, breathing out a sigh of relief. "For a moment there I thought you were about to give a farewell speech."
"Spirits, so did I," Garrus says, laughing from the worry of it. He sets a hand upon my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you're sticking with us, duchess. I told you I had a feeling, didn't I?"
"Talking of feelings," Shepard smirks, raising her glass in the air. "Right now I'm having one of my own, and it's telling me that we need to celebrate!"
When everyone.. or, mostly everyone follows suit, it seems we're very much in agreement with the esteemed Commander. And so, that's precisely what we do. We spend the next few hours drinking, and talking, and dancing like there's no one else around. Spirits are sky high while the alcohol flows in abundance. We party as though its our last night alive. But it isn't.. this is a celebration of a new beginning. A new journey. A new fight that I have chosen to take up alongside my new crew. Their enemy is my enemy. And together, we will bring an end to his tyranny. The feeling emboldens me. Makes me lose my inhibitions and let go in a way I'm not sure I ever have before.
I've no idea how many hours have passed by the time I finally require a little breather. We've been dancing so much that my feet have extended beyond the point of pain. My hair has all but fallen loose, my skin flushed and dewy. Tali and Ashley are long gone by now, and will no doubt feel the events of the night when they awake tomorrow. Wrex is passed out in the booth while Fen sleeps at his heels, both somehow blissfully unaware of the thumping music that seeps into every corner of the club. I, on the other hand, sit patiently at the bar, gazing out at my new shipmates all partying on the dancefloor as I wait to be served. Its a rather contented feeling, and I simply take a moment to just bask in it.
That is, at least, until I feel the soft graze of claws against my arm.
"What are you doing sitting here all on your own, duchess?"
Turning in my seat, I smile up at him as he pushes through the impatient queue of party goers all waiting here just as I am, the warmth of his body soaking into my skin as he brushes past.
"I just needed a moment to catch my breath," I confess. "I figured I may as well utilise the opportunity to get myself another drink. Would you like one?"
"Spirits, yes," he chuckles, pointing to the empty stool beside me. "Mind if I join you?"
"Please do."
He takes to his seat with a weary groan, one so heavy it must bear a cumbersome weight behind it.
"..tired?"
"You could say that," he titters, running a hand down his face. "It's been a long time since I last had a night out like this. Spirits, that makes me sound old.."
From what I've learned of the krogan and asari, it would seem such things are relative in this realm. Wrex is over 1000 years old, Liara just over 100, and still she's considered to be in her early stages of life.
"I realise I've yet to learn of your age," I muse. "Would it be rude to ask?"
"Not at all," he insists. "I'm 26.. 27 in a couple of months.."
Same as Leliana.. interesting. It would appear I have a penchant for older lovers.
"I, uh.. I've been told you're never supposed to ask a lady her age.."
"Then I shall spare you from doing so," I chuckle. "I'm 20. As of just recently, as a matter of fact."
Mandibles hanging slack, he searches my features with a furrowed brow.
"You're 20..? As in.. two zero?"
"I am indeed," I nod. "I was 17 when I first left the Alienage to join the Grey Wardens."
"..that's insane."
"Not really," I shrug. "Didn't you say turians join the military at 15?"
"Well.. yeah, but.. still," he says, eyeing me in disbelief. "Spirits, everything you've told me.. what you've been through, your rank, the way you hold yourself.. I just assumed you were somewhere around my age."
"You appear somewhat disturbed by this," I chuckle. "Is my age going to be an issue for you?"
"What?" he frowns. "No, of course not. Just took me by surprise, that's all. I don't care about that, do you?"
"Not at all," I say, curling my lips into an enticing smile. "If anything, I rather like it. I've found that those my age tend to be somewhat.. ill experienced, shall we say."
Resting his arm upon the bar top, he leans a little closer, gazing at me with the most sinful grin.
"Funny.." he purrs. "I've found quite the opposite to be true."
"Had many lovers my age, have you?"
"Just one," he says, letting his rove over my body. "'ill experienced' sure as hell isn't how I'd describe her."
"I see," I smirk, easing closer to match him. "And how would you describe her, I wonder?"
"Tell you what.. you come home with me later and I'll think about telling you."
A thrill rushes through me at his offer, knowing too well what awaits me should I see fit to accept. And yet.. the eagerness with which I'm prepared to do so gives me pause, and I'm grateful then when the sudden, charged atmosphere is broken by the sound of someone clearing their throat with purpose. In unison, we both look towards the expectant server standing behind the bar, his displeased expression suggesting he may well have been there for some time.
"Goodness, my apologies," I startle. "We didn't see you there."
"Clearly," he grumbles. "Are you waiting to be served?"
"Yes please," I say, electing to overlook his sour mood. "I will have two Sex on the Beach, and for my friend here.."
"Two Lone Soldiers," Garrus finishes. "No ice."
The bartender merely offers a grunt in acknowledgement as he powers up his Omni-Tool, only speaking when he's tallied up the fee. Delving into my pocket, I pull out the orange token I so graciously received earlier, reaching across the bar to offer it to the grumpy human. Before I can pay him, however, a giant, three fingered hand stops me halfway.
"It's okay, I got it," he insists.
"After everything you've done, you could at least let me buy you a drink."
But he's already handed over his own before I can do anything, leaving me watching after the bartender as he trundles off and reluctantly sets to work.
"You can get the next round, how's that?"
"I'm holding you to that," I insist, pointing a finger his way. "Still.. thank you. You didn't have to do that."
"I know, but I wanted to. Consider it a 'welcome to the crew' drink," he grins, nodding to the chit within my grasp. "She gave it to you then?"
Lowering my gaze, I turn it over in my hands and smile fondly, feeling that same warmth flood through me as I had when I'd first received it.
"She did," I nod. "I can still scarcely believe you would all go to such efforts on our behalf."
"Is that what changed your mind?"
"Partly," I admit. "Though, in truth, it was Fen who ultimately swayed our decision. I would imagine I have you to thank for that."
His brow quirks, almost as surprised to hear it as I am upon realising I've even admitted as much.
"Why do you say that?"
Peering over my shoulder, I look towards our booth, smiling at the slumberous krogan and war hound still resting peacefully amidst the rowdy atmosphere. I think of the way Fen had looked at me when we first arrived. The way he'd pleaded with me that we stay and assist our new comrades.. assist Garrus.
"Mabari are fiercely loyal creatures," I explain, turning my gaze back to him. "It appears the time you've spent together has opened his eyes to what he truly wants. If you're to face untold dangers in your quest to pursue Saren, then it seems he will not have you do so without our aid."
Out of nowhere, the disgruntled bartender appears once more with a collection of drinks in hand, sliding them across the counter towards us. Though he's at least smiling now, it's about as convincing as the weakest illusions manifested in the Fade, and it quickly slips away the moment he takes his leave. Though what he lacks by way of social niceties he seems to more than make up for in alchemic skill, and I reach for one of the pretty, colourful cocktails eagerly.
"You must keep this knowledge between us, of course," I add. "Whilst he may be protective of those he cares for, he's also a very proud creature. He can be quite the diva at times."
"Sounds a bit like Wrex," he chuckles.
"Yes, I suppose it does really," I say, laughing along with him.
Claiming one of the tall, glistening bottles beside him, he takes a long, savouring sip and sighs contently, the tension in his shoulders all but falling away.
"I've gotta admit, I'm surprised that I even had any kind of influence over his decision," he says. "But.. I'm glad that I did. That you'll be staying with us. And I won't breathe a word of it, duchess. It'll be our little secret."
"One of many, it would seem," I tease.
Bringing the straw to my lips, I glug down this delicious cocktail like its the only thing in this universe that could quench my thirst. Like the nectar of the gods, it tastes divine, and the icy chill instantly cools me from within. Pulls a blissful hum from the very depths of my soul.
"Speaking of which," he purrs. "You never answered me before.."
"That's right.. I didn't, did I?"
"No you did not," he says, sporting an amused, knowing grin. "Can't help but wonder if that was intentional.."
Deary me, if he could see through me any clearer I might start to think I'm becoming invisible. And yet, as I shift in my seat a little and slowly cross one leg over the other, I can practically feel the way his eyes follow the movement. I'm definitely all here, and he holds no shame in seizing his chance to appreciate that.
"How about this.." I say, playfully tilting my head. "Should neither of us meet someone we wish to lay with tonight, then we shall do so together instead."
"Why?" he smirks. "Have you met someone here or something?"
"Not yet," I shrug. "But the night is still young, and you may yet meet someone you wish to take home with you in my stead."
He laughs as though my point was intended as a joke, dropping his gaze to openly admire my flushed, dewy form.
"Somehow, I highly doubt that."
"Garrus, you are a very attractive man in every sense of the word," I say sincerely. "I've seen many admiring you while we've been here."
"And I've seen men and women eyeballing you every time I turn around.. what of it?"
"It wasn't intended as a criticism, lethallin," I assure him. "I'm merely saying that you never know what the night may bring. You may find one of your admirers catches your eye just the same, there are a lot of beautiful people here tonight."
"..what did you call me just now?"
"That's what you took from all of that?"
"You've never called me it before."
It's true, I haven't. Honestly, it just sort of slipped out. I didn't really think about it.
"..I called you 'lethallin'," I reluctantly explain. "It's a term of endearment for a favoured or treasured friend."
"Well damn, duchess," he smirks. "You're gonna make me blush."
"Wouldn't be the first time," I tease.
His eyes narrow into a persecuting glare, one that makes me chuckle around my straw as I triumphantly slurp up the last of my drink.
"Hey! Hey, Serena!"
Recognising the feminine, metallic voice instantly, my head whips round in the direction of the dancefloor, smiling as I spot a familiar, pretty turian pushing through the mass of bodies to make her way towards us.
"Is that.."
"Maevala," I call out, waving her over. "Took you bloody long enough!"
"Wait," he errs, furrowing his brow. "You two know each other?"
"We do indeed, we met at her beauty parlour this afternoon," I say, studying his reaction curiously. "You know her as well?"
"I, uh.." he fumbles, clearing his throat. "Well.."
"..Garrus? Is that you?"
A smile spreads across my face upon hearing it. Right before my eyes, I watch his demeanour change. From cool and roguish to looking as though he's about ready to run for the hills. I know that look, I've worn it many a time myself. Yes, I'd venture these two know each other rather well indeed. And when Maevala comes to stand between us, the way she looks at him all but confirms my suspicions. Its hopeful and expectant, with a dash of heat that typically stems between those who've come to know each other intimately at some point or other.
"Hey, Maev," he says, clearing his throat. "It's, uh.. it's good to see you."
"You too! Where the hell have you been," she says excitably. "Spirits, I haven't seen you around in months. Figured you'd skipped town."
As she speaks, she lays a dainty, three fingered hand upon his bicep as if on instinct, idly caressing him with an unabashed sense of familiarity. He eyes me cautiously as though he's expecting me to bear some kind of reaction, but all I can do is smile at his sudden awkwardness. If the two are acquainted, I'm not entirely surprised that they would have connected at some point. Maevala is a beautiful woman, both outwardly and from within. The bright blue of her markings makes her eyes pop; accentuates the iridescent tones in her ebony plates. Adorned in a long, flowing, rose red ensemble that appears to be of turian design, she looks almost regal. Elegant and refined.
"That, uh.. that's because I did," he says. "I'm working on a case with the Alliance. Got a temporary gig aboard the SSV Normandy."
Temporary.. somehow, I don't believe that.
"No way," she exclaims, turning her attention to me. "That's the ship you're on, right? With Shepard?"
"It is indeed," I nod. "Garrus has gone to great efforts to help Fen and I adjust to this curious realm of yours."
"Damn," she chuckles. "Talk about a small world, right? So.. how long are you here for?"
"Not long," he shrugs. "We ship out in a couple of days. Just gotta get duchess here registered with an ID then we're good to go."
She quirks her brow at the pet name, and I merely shake my head in reply.
"Don't ask," I say, peering past her to scan the dancefloor. "Is Nerina also here?"
"Yeah, she's over there somewhere with Shepard and Liara," she says, vaguely waving over her shoulder. "Why don't you come and join us?"
"I will shortly, I'd just like to stay here a while longer," I say. "Though, I'm sure Garrus would be more than willing to accompany you.."
I'm sure you're no doubt wondering why I would even offer such a thing. Perhaps its the way she looks at him. The way he hasn't reacted to her lingering touch. It tells me that it isn't Maevala that's instilling this sense of unease.. it's me.
Realistically, I know the hushed conversation I was unknowingly made privy to this afternoon has cast a sense of trepidation in me; left a shadow of doubt that his previous words may have fallen flat. Either that or, it is, in fact, my own promise that's giving him cause for concern. As if seeing them together will stir some manner of ill feeling within me. To that end, I suppose I'm doing this so he will understand that simply isn't the case. In doing so, perhaps I can also prove that the claims made today ring equally as false.
"What about you?" he asks, concerned.
"I'll be just fine," I assure him. "Truly. I merely wish to catch my breath a while longer, is all. Perhaps order us another round without you muscling in to foot the bill."
"You're welcome," he snorts.
"Oh, come now. You know what I mean," I say, waving if off. "Now, go. Both of you. Go have fun, and I'll be with you presently."
I can see that part of him wants to stay. But as he looks into the bright, hopeful eyes of the pretty turian standing by his side, he just can't quite bring himself to deny her.
And so, as I watch them mosey off towards the dancefloor, her arm linked through his own, I find myself once again alone. Alone and relieved that I was, indeed, correct in my judgement after all. Claiming my other cocktail, I absently sip it down and bop along to the music as I gaze across the space, happily taking some time to soak up the wildness and frivolity breaking out all around.
My friends.. how I wish you could see this.
They would've loved it here. Maker, especially Oghren. And Zev. I'd venture a place like this would serve as their perfect watering hole. The upbeat, racing music, the beautiful patrons, the vivacious vibe. Looking out into the crowd, I half expect to see them somewhere amongst it all, and I have to temper the sadness that stirs within me upon remembering that such a thing would never be possible.
"..you're not from around here, are you?"
I snap out of my melancholic thoughts upon hearing the velvety voice, turning in my seat to look upon what might well be the most striking human I've ever seen. Standing well over 6 feet, he gazes down at me with dazzling green eyes that shine out against his tanned skin, his debonair smile revealing two rows of perfect, gleaming white teeth. He watches me with an expectant look in his eye, one that answers the question as to whether his remark was intended for me to hear.
"Did the ears give me away?" I tease.
"Might have done," he grins, speaking with an accent somewhat similar to my own. "If I said it's because your beauty is out of this world, would you still let me sit with you?"
"..'still'?" I query, raising my brow. "I don't recall you ever asking."
"Sorry, love. Guess you just got me too distracted. I'm not thinking clearly," he teases. "But seeing as we're on the topic.."
He smirks as though he's just played his hand and revealed himself to be some grand mastermind. Despite myself, there's something about his blatant, outspoken interest that piques my own. Though, I imagine the cocktails may have something to do with it.
"Yes, very clever indeed," I say, smiling knowingly. "Very well. You may join me, if you wish."
"Thought you'd never ask."
"I didn't," I smirk.
Taking to his seat, he laughs and grins at me like its a well earned victory. He rolls up the cuffs of his sleeves as he makes himself at home, and the movement accentuates every flex of his muscles beneath his form fitting shirt. He may be a little cocky but, goodness, it certainly isn't misplaced.
Finally, he extends a large hand out towards me, resting his other arm upon the bar top.
"I'm Michael, by the way," he says by way of introduction. "And who might you be?"
"Serena," I say, accepting the gesture with an air of reserve. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Michael."
"Pleasure's all mine, believe me," he grins. "Serena.. that's a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as the woman herself."
I roll my eyes at his flattery, relinquishing his grip to rest my hand within my lap.
"And is there something I can help you with, Michael? Or did you simply stop by to offer your opinions as to my appearance?"
Much to my surprise, his smile turns endearingly boyish upon having been called out. Laughing a little, he runs a hand through his glossy, brown hair, looking to me with a subtle hint of embarrassment.
"Sorry, love. Guess I did jump the gun a bit there. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything," he says ruefully. "To be honest, I've been waiting for a chance to come and talk to you. I saw you earlier with that turian and I thought maybe he was your boyfriend, but then I saw him leave with that other one.."
In almost perfect unison, we turn to where my comrades are all cutting loose on the dancefloor, both fixating on the two turians writhing together in a way you wouldn't consider to be platonic by any means.
"..they seem pretty friendly. I doubt you'd just be sat here if he really was your boyfriend."
"Oh, no," I titter. "Garrus is just a friend."
"Does that mean I can buy you a drink?"
"..how about you let me buy you a drink? You'd be the first to do me the honour so far this evening."
"Make me an offer I can't refuse, why don't you," he smirks.
Thankfully, it takes a considerably shorter amount of time to be seen to this time around. Ordering another two drinks for myself, I order a couple for Garrus and two for my new acquaintance. He orders himself an 'old fashioned' which he explains is some kind of whiskey cocktail, and when I catch a glimpse of it, I dare say I'd like to try one for myself.
"Thanks, love," he says.
He raises his drink out towards me and I follow suit, clinking them together in cheers. Sampling a deft sip, he hisses at the fiery afterburn, eyeing the amber liquid as it swirls within his glass.
"So.. you wanna tell me how it is that I'm lookin' at an elf right now?"
"You must be the first human that hasn't automatically assumed its some form of costume," I muse. "Why is that?"
"My mum used to read me stories about elves when I was a kid," he says, smiling fondly at the memory. "You look a damn sight more than a woman in costume to me. There's something different about you. Not just your looks but.. I dunno. Your aura, I guess you could say. That's why I had to come and talk to you, I knew I'd be pissed at myself if I didn't."
How curious. It appears this human is more complex than I gave him credit for. Perhaps I've judged him too harshly.
"What were the stories your mother would read to you?"
As we drink, he tells me of the fairytales his mother would read to him as a child. Stories of elves and dwarves and magic. Of dragons and sorcerers and brave knights. And I, in turn, begin to tell him of how I came to be here. Of the world I come from. How, for the longest time, those mystical tales from his childhood served as my reality. All the while, he gazes at me in wonder and awe. Quietly sits and listens with a keen ear and an open mind.
"That is bloody mental," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "How long have you been here then? In our world, I mean?"
"About a week now," I tell him. "Though, I've spent most of that time aboard the Normandy.. until we arrived here, that is."
"Fuckin' hell. So, this is your first time coming to the Citadel then?"
"Indeed it is," I nod. "We arrived just this morning."
"What do you think of it so far?"
Bringing his drink to his lips, he tips his chin back just enough for the movement to emphasise the strong definition to his stubbled jaw; draw my eye to the notable bob in his throat as he takes a hearty swig.
Maker's breath, he really does look as though he's been perfectly chiselled into being. Nary an imperfection on him, so far as I can see. And the perfume he's wearing is bloody divine. Zesty with a pleasant muskiness. A scent befitting of such a man.
Deary me, snap out it already, will you?
Shaking off my steamy thoughts, I clear my throat and reach for my own drink, hoping it will aid in tempering this wanton heat coursing through me.
"I've found it to be rather exhilarating," I admit, looking out amongst the crowd. "Never in my dreams would I have imagined such a place could exist, and the same could be said of the fascinating citizens who inhabit it. You are most fortunate to live here."
"Yeah, I love it," he grins, scanning around the space. "That's why I love my job. I get to meet new people all the time, and they've always got interesting stories to tell."
"Forgive me, I realise I've yet to ask that of you.. what is it you do?"
"I own a little skycar rental business down by Edroki Plaza," he explains, though he pauses as if lost in deep thought. "..you know what a skycar is, right?"
"I certainly do, as of today," I chuckle, setting my glass down on the bar. "It was rather thrilling, I should like to try one out for myself sometime."
"Well, you can always pop by the garage while you're here," he offers. "I just got in the latest X3M-K700 model. She's a smooth flyer and purrs like a little kitten. Perfect for a newbie."
"Oh," I reply, pondering the thought. "Actually, that does soun-"
My words warp into a winded 'ooph' when a turian suddenly staggers in out of nowhere and all but crashes into my lap. Mumbling incoherently, he trips and fumbles as he struggles to right himself, ultimately stumbling over his feet before toppling to the ground.
"Shit," I curse. Concerned, I leap off my stool and get to my knees, taking hold of his arm to help him regain his footing. "Are you alright? Are you harmed in any way?"
"I'm fffine," he groans. "Just leave me *hic* be."
"I'm not leaving you here on the floor, you daft bugger," I say through gritted teeth, straining to pull him upright.
"Here," Michael urges, climbing off his seat. "Lemme give you a hand."
The inebriated turian is pretty much a dead weight in his current condition, so I am more than happy to welcome his aid. As Michael ducks down to take his other arm, together we lift the swaying, mumbling man as he offers some very nonsensical, confused apologies.
"Fuckin' hell, mate," Michael chuckles. "Just how much have you had tonight? Look at the state of you, ya bloody pillock."
"I'm.. I'm ssssorry, man," he mumbles, swaying to and fro. "I mean *hic* ma'am."
"Don't be," I assure him. "I'm more worried about you. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'll be fffine," he grumbles, shrugging us off. "Just *hic* let me alone, will ya? This is all her ffffault. Stupid *hic* bitch. Who.. who does she think she is cheating on me?"
We watch after him as he staggers off muttering his disgruntled woes, bumbling through the busy crowd until he disappears amongst a sea of writhing bodies. Once he's gone, a warm hand settles itself upon my arm, and I turn to look up into the concerned eyes of the man beside me.
"Are you alright, love?"
"Of course," I say, offering a reassuring smile. "You needn't worry. I've endured far worse, I can assure you. Though, I appreciate your assistance."
"Heavy bastard, wasn't he?"
"Bloody right he was," I chuckle. "I'm still partially convinced turians must be at least part golem."
"I dunno what that means but I'll take your word for it," he snickers. "Come on, let's sit down."
Taking to our seats once more, we both laugh a little at the rather strange encounter, merely gazing at one another as we ponder where in the world we ought to go from here.
"Must be hard for ya though," he says finally. "Coming here.. leaving all your family and friends behind.. can't imagine what that must feel like."
As quick as it had appeared, my smile just falls away. While I appreciate him even thinking to recognise it, the point remains that the loss is still too raw, too green, for my liking. Upon seeing my reaction, he reaches across the counter for me. Lets his fingers graze against my forearm softly, soothingly.
"Sorry, love," he says regretfully. "Didn't mean to upset you. Terrible for putting my foot in my mouth, I am."
I shake my head softly, comforted by both his touch and his consoling words.
"Think nothing of it," I assure him. "I shan't pretend that I've come to terms with it just yet, I fear it may take some time before I reach that point. But in the scheme of things, I believe I have been incredibly lucky. I have been given a rare gift most will seldom receive in their entire lifetime; the chance to start again and begin my life anew. I'd be a fool to squander it."
His handsome features spread into a broad, dazzling smile, and he claims his drink to hold it in the air between us.
"Cheers to that, love."
Following suit, I raise my own with a mirroring expression, clinking our glasses together in the most worthy of celebrations.
"Cheers," I say. "To new friends and new beginnings."
Grinning broader now, he throws his head back and glugs down his cocktail in one swift hit, shuddering from the overwhelming wave that washes through him. Fuelled by it, I see to mine just as boldly, only stopping when I reach the band of bright red at the end of this delicious rainbow.
"Nicely done," he grins, setting the tumbler down. "So.. if you haven't been here before, I'm guessing you haven't had a chance to see the Skyport from the balcony outside?"
"I haven't, I'm afraid," I say, shaking my head. "I did spend a little time in the Marketplace this afternoon but, we didn't get the chance to do much sightseeing."
"You wanna go take a look?" he asks, his smile warm and inviting. "It's not far, and it's got the most beautiful view on the Citadel. A must see for every first timer. We can be there and back in 5 minutes."
With a musing hum, I cast my gaze towards the dancefloor. It's a lot busier than the last time I'd looked, and I can scarcely pick out anyone that I recognise as being familiar. Peering over my shoulder, at least Wrex and Fen are still in their same spot. I'd venture neither the patrons nor the servers would dare to try and rouse a sleeping krogan. I wouldn't want them to wake and worry not to find me here.. but I would like to see this view. And I have my Omni-Tool now, so they have the perfect means to easily reach me should the need arise.
"Very well," I say finally, turning back to look at him. "But just for 5 minutes. Not a minute more."
"Best get a move on then, hadn't we?"
Rising to his feet, he extends the crook of his arm in invitation and I accept the offer gladly, hopping down from my stool so that he might lead me away. With his tall, broad physique, he pushes past the packed crowd with ease, guiding me through the sea of people that stands between us and the exit. And with each step I take, I feel a pleasant haze wash over me. Its light and carefree, as though I'm walking on a cloud. I'm not certain whether it's his presence or the many, many cocktails I've guzzled down throughout the eve. Regardless, it is a feeling I rather enjoy.
Heading back through the colourful walkway and down the winding stairway, a contented silence hangs between us as we walk. We step out onto the Marketplace, and aside from the odd person here or there, there's hardly anyone else around. It's still and quiet, the night air cooling my sweat-soaked skin. Guiding me forward, he leads me towards the balcony that stretches across the edge of this vast space, coming to a stop when we reach the parapets lining this impressive structure. He points out towards the picturesque vista ahead. Then slowly, subtly, he sidles in close. Snakes an arm around my waist and holds me to him, his chest heaving with a soft, contented sigh.
"What did I tell you, eh?" he says. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Taking in the view before me, I feel like there are no words I can express to convey the magnificence of it. Its the same scene I partially caught sight of upon leaving C-Sec, only now there's nothing to obscure its beauty. Each arm of the Citadel glitters under the cover of night, while lit up skycars and extravagant looking ships fly back and forth across the sky.
"Isn't it just," I breathe, my eyes practically sparkling as I take it all in. "Maker, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this.."
"That isn't a bad thing," he tells me. "It's good to be able to appreciate moments like this. Life can be fuckin' mental when it wants to be. It's good to stop and smell the roses now and again."
It's a surprisingly poetic statement, and I find myself so taken aback by it that I can't help but laugh a little.
"..what?" he chuckles.
"Forgive me," I say, laughing softly. "You just aren't at all how I expected you'd be."
"Why?" he says, amused. "What'd you expect me to be like?"
Overcome with a heightened sense of this elated feeling, I giggle and sigh as I rest my head against his shoulder, as though I'm completely and utterly free of all the woes and tribulations of life.
"Just.. different," I say. "When you first came over, it seemed as though you wanted nothing more than to lure me into bed with you."
"I won't lie.. the thought did cross my mind," he snickers. "I mean, come on. You're fuckin' stunning, love. But it's been nice getting to know you. I just wanted to show a pretty elf a pretty sight.. and maybe sneak a kiss by the end of the night."
"Mm, well.. I appreciate your honesty," I titter.
"Its the best policy, so I hear."
Quietly laughing amongst ourselves, we stay here a while without a word passing between us, because there's nothing in this moment that needs to be said. And so, we just stand together and quietly bask in the beautiful view. It definitely exceeds beyond 5 minutes, but I don't mind. In this single speck of time, everything feels just.. perfect.
At least.. it does for a while. But after so many drinks, standing out here amongst the wind and fresh air seems to have taken its toll, and it hits me out of nowhere. That elated, larger than life feeling suddenly shifts into something much, much worse. My vision begins to blur around the edges, until the skycars and passing ships morph into indecipherable blobs flitting back and forth across my periphery. I have to cling to the railings just to hold myself steady, fearing my knees may give out beneath me any moment now.
"..Serena? What's wrong, you alright?"
"N-no," I mumble, my brows drawn into a muddied frown. "I don't feel so good all of a sudden. Forgive me, but I think.. I think I ought to go back."
"Of course," he says, tightening his grip on me. "Don't worry, love. I've got you. Let's get you taken care of, eh?"
I'm grateful for the strong arm that holds me upright. Right now, I feel about as nimble on my feet as a newborn halla stranded on an icy river. He leads me back towards the club, serving as my eyes as the world around me warps into a muddled blur of colour.
Maker, why did I have to drink so bloody much? Why did I insist on coming out here? Fen and I don't even have a place to stay just yet, what in the world are we supposed to do?
"I need.. I need.. Garrus.. he'll know what to do."
"We'll find him, love," he assures me. "I'll take you to him now, alright?"
I don't know if its my unsteady footsteps or merely my disoriented mind playing tricks on me but, after a while, I feel as though the journey has taken a far greater amount of time than it should. We haven't even reached the colourful walkway yet.. am I really moving that slow?
"M-michael.. where are we?" I ask, squinting around with bleary eyes. "Have we.. have we gone the wrong way?"
"It's all good, love," he says comfortingly. "I'm taking you to your friend. I saw him head down this way with that other turian he was with. Reckon they're headed for Chora's Den.."
His words begin to lose all sense of meaning. This cloudy haze is getting worse, and I'm struggling to cling to any single, coherent thought. I can scarcely make out the route we're taking, though I'm not even familiar enough with this place to be able to recognise what it is I'm looking at. I'm vaguely aware of the stairs he helps me descend, and what looks to be market stalls dotted around. Then we veer around a corner until all I can see is red. Nothing but red all around. The walls seem narrower now, and there's a dank muskiness clinging to the air. Turns my stomach in its increasingly delicate state.
"Almost there, love."
He shakes me a little as if to snap me back to my senses. Disoriented, I try to raise my head but it feels heavy. Feels like thick, iron chains sit anchored at my neck. Peering ahead with narrowed eyes, I can just about make out the outlines of bodies growing closer. Vague shapes that appear to be turian.
"G-Garrus?" I say weakly, unable to muster a shout. "..Maevala?"
"Heh.. 'fraid not, sweetcheeks," the deep, metallic voice replies.
"Wha-"
Out of nowhere, a rough hand closes around my mouth while an arm clamps around my waist, yanking me backwards into the solid wall of a plated body. It knocks the wind out of me, but my gasp is muffled against calloused fingers.
"Well, hello again, gorgeous," they say, quietly purring into my ear. "We gotta stop meeting like this."
That voice.. its familiar somehow. But, I can't.. I can't think. Can't place it.
"Took you fuckin' long enough, Mike," I hear another voice say.. a human this time. "She was worth the wait though. Jesus christ."
Amidst the ominous, crimson hue, I'm suddenly shrouded in darkness as Michael's tall, broad form moves in and looms over me. I can tell it's him by the smell of his perfume, so overpowering now that it heightens my nausea. And then more blurred forms come to gather either side of him. Three.. four.. I have no way of knowing for sure. I'm confused. Dazed and incapacitated. Even still, I know that I have made a grave mistake.
"What did I tell you, lads? We got ourselves a special one tonight. A pretty little elf from another world.. fancy that, eh," he says, gazing down at me with an eerie grin. He reaches for me, brushing away the locks of hair that cling to the sweat upon my brow. "Now, you're gonna be a good girl for us, aren't you, sweetheart? You shout, you scream, and Gideon here will blow that pretty head of yours right off. Understood?"
I've spent enough time aboard the Normandy to recognise the clacking noises that follow. It's the sound of a gun being cocked.
Though I muster no reply, the hand at my mouth slips away then, and my head swiftly falls along with it. Claws scrape across my scalp and grab a handful of hair, yanking my head back up with a pained hiss. I try to will myself to focus. To muster the strength to summon my magic.. but I can't. I'm just.. numb.
"What.. what have you done to me.."
My eyes struggle to pry themselves open and I can barely speak, as though my tongue is suddenly 3 times its usual size. But he seems to understand me regardless, and he merely answers with a sinister chuckle that creeps down my spine like an icy chill.
"I'm glad you asked. Fuckin' brilliant plan, if I do say so myself," he boasts. "Don't suppose you remember my buddy Octavius, do you?"
"And after all we've been through," my captor sighs, his mandible scraping against my cheek. "I thought we really had something."
"Don't take it personally, mate. It's a credit to your skills as an actor."
Confused, my face scrunches up, feeling as though I've slipped into some lucid nightmare I have no means to control nor fathom.
"Act.. actor?" I murmur. "I don't.."
Laughter breaks out all around me, and my body begins to rock to and fro as the turian at my back stumbles in place.
"I'm sssorry, man," he drunkenly drawls. "I mean *hic* ma'am."
'I'll be fffine. Just *hic* let me alone, will ya?'
That.. that's where I know that voice.
"You pl.. planned all of this?"
"Had plenty of time on my hands, love. For a while there I thought that fuckin' turian was never gonna leave."
Garrus..
"..what did you do to me?"
"The better question is what are we gonna do to you," a voice sneers.
Panic surges through me, and I try to struggle against my captor to no avail. Maker, he's too strong. Whatever they've done to me has left me weak, my senses dulled.
"Come on, love," Michael purrs, tracing the curve of my cheek. "I just gave you a little something to help you behave, that's all."
"..my drink," I realise, mumbling faintly. "You poi.. poisoned me.."
"Oh, Serena, you think so little of me," he chuckles. "Poison is a woman's game.. I just gave you a nice little sedative. Help you relax while you have some fun with me and my buddies here."
"Bastard."
I can't fight, not like this. But my anger spikes in that moment, and I weakly spit in his face as though it were the same venom I feel coursing through my veins.
Big mistake.
The hand in my hair tightens. A searing pain rips through me as claws embed in my scalp; shear the fabric of my dress to tear through my side. I hiss and recoil, though I do not cry out. I wish I could say that it purely stemmed from my determination not to give them the satisfaction but, the truth is, I barely even have the strength to do so.
"You filthy bitch," my captor hisses in my ear. "I oughta-"
"That's enough, Vius," Michael urges, cold and commanding.
On his order, the claws begrudgingly recede, and I wince as they angrily pry themselves from my flesh. I can feel the rivulets of blood that have begun to seep from the wounds. Can smell it in the air around us.
Wiping the spittle from his face, Michael doesn't seem nearly as disgusted by the act. Instead, his expression seems almost.. pleased. Satisfied.
"Thereeee we go, ya see?"
His hand shoots out for me. Clamps around my cheeks in a bruising, vice-like grip.
"I knew you had some fight in you," he leers, bowing down to my eye level. "And here I was beginning to think you were gonna be a let down. Glad you didn't disappoint."
"If you truly.. wanted.. a fight, you.. wouldn't have.. drugged me.. you coward.."
His eyes visibly darken, and I watch as his taunting demeanour shifts to something far more sinister. Dangerous.
"..did you hear what she just called you, Mike?" the human beside him sneers, nudging his side.
"I did, Lucas.. she called me a coward," he says, calmly tightening his unyielding grip. "Trust me, love. That was for your sake, not ours. What the fuck is a little thing like you gonna do against the 6 of us?"
No.. I cannot.. I will not allow this to happen. I need.. I need to get away. I need to get far enough away to heal. To get help. I can hardly think.. hardly move.. but I'd sooner die than give them what they want.
"I didn't.. didn't tell you.."
"Didn't tell me what, love?" he asks, a menacing smirk upon his face. "Come on. Spit it out. You love a bit of that, don't ya?"
Closing my eyes, I fight to catch my breath. To steady it. Steady my dazed, incoherent mind. But everything feels so foggy, as though my thoughts are shrouded in a blizzard. So I pray. I pray to the Maker.. to Andraste.. Mythal.. even the Dread Wolf himself. I pray to any deity that'll listen. Begging for them to lend me their strength. To help me dig deep. To summon something.. anything..
And then slowly, I feel it. Warmth. Just a little. Cinders. A whisper of embers crackling to life through my being. It isn't much, but it's enough. I know because I can hear the confused, cautious murmurs that break out around me. And when I open my eyes, I can just about see the blurry, dulled traces of a glow woven across my skin.
"..I didn't.. tell you.. what I am."
Suddenly, a pulse of magic bursts from my being; a wave of raw, telekinetic energy that hurtles them away from me in a cacophony of wails and startled cries. Utterly spent, my legs buckle and I fall to my knees, gasping for air while a series of crashes and thuds echo all around.
You have to.. have to move.. have to get away..
Clenching my fists tight, I grit my teeth and muster every last ounce of my willpower, slowly heaving my trembling body back up to my feet. I look around, spotting several blurred shapes all scattered across the space, their pained groans and murmurs serving as my only reassurance right now.
Maker, I have no idea which way to go. How to get away from here. All I can do is head away from their littered bodies. If I can just get far enough, find somewhere to hide until my vision clears..
My legs quake as they begin to move. Every step feels like a chore. A quest in itself. Like I'm moving through quicksand or wearing greaves of solid gold. And every time I move, the tears in my side stretch and contort in the most painful ways imaginable. I haphazardly clutch the wounds through the blood-soaked fabric of my dress, hissing and cursing with every staggering step I take.
"Fen..?" I weakly call out, wincing from a jolt of pain. "..Garrus? Somebody.. anybody, just.."
"Shit, Gideon's fucking dead," I hear a voice shout behind me. "How.. how the fuck did she do that?!"
"Who cares how, you fucking prat? She's getting away," Michael snarls. "Vius, Overload! Now!"
Hearing them come to behind me kicks my adrenaline into high gear, my shaky footsteps growing quicker as I head for the patch of light shining out amidst this crimson hellscape. Slowly but surely, it grows closer and closer..
And then a piercing scream fills the air. Filled with agonised, seething pain. It's only when the burning, electrified sensation eases that I finally realise that it was mine. Sparks crackle across my body as I plummet to the ground, twitching and jerking with each residual shock that tremors through me. I feel as though I've been struck by lightning. Trapped within the eye of a raging tempest.
With a pained groan, I roll onto my front, determined not to let myself succumb to this fate. But everything hurts; my body.. my mind.. I'm void of any power I had left. It feels like I'm moving across broken glass. But still, I bite it down. Lay my palms out upon the cold, hard ground and try with all my might to push myself up.
"Well, fuck me, if I didn't just underestimate you, eh," a voice sneers from behind me. "You failed to mention you could use magic, you sneaky minx."
"She killed Gideon, Mike," an angry voice yells.
"Yeah, she did," he replies.
Suddenly, a great 'thwack' of a booted foot thuds against my back and slams me back onto my stomach. I hiss and curse as a jolt of pain wracks through me, the speckles of grit upon the ground scraping through my tender wounds.
"Honestly, finding good workmen is a bloody nightmare," he says, squatting down beside me. "I'd be pretty pissed off if I wasn't so fucking impressed."
Reaching for me, he brushes my tousled locks away from my face, running his knuckle across my cheek.
"What else can you do, love, eh?"
"W-wait for.. the drugs to.. wear off and I'll.. sh-show you," I stammer through gritted teeth. "B-bastard."
"Oh, I bet you would as well, wouldn't you?" he grins. "Shame you won't get to live that long really. But first.."
His eyes flee my own, following the path his hand traverses down the winding planes of my body. I writhe and struggle to shift away but, I can't. I've nothing.. nothing left.
"Don't.. don't you even.. think about.. t-touching me," I warn.
"I admire your tenacity, love. Really, I do," he says, drinking in my powerless state. "But I really would hate for Gideon's death to be in vain.. you understand, right?"
"Fuck you."
"Ooh, feisty," he chuckles. But his amusement is gone just as quickly as it came, replaced with something cruel. Empty. "But I'm afraid that's not how this works, love. Fellas.."
"What are you-"
My words die on my tongue as I'm suddenly clambered upon. They storm me. Shove my face into the ground. Pin my shoulders. Clamp around my ankles and pry them apart. I struggle. I fight. I scramble and curse.
And I pray. As he laughs and climbs between my spread legs; as I hear the tear of fabric; feel it fall away from the entirety of my back; I pray to the namesake of my dearest, most precious protector. I pray that the Dread Wolf will swoop in and take these men.. before they take me.
..I wish I could tell you that I feel no fear. But I never have, and never will be a liar. Maker, I'm terrified. But I cannot.. I will not let them see it.
"Well, bugger me, lads," Michael sneers, running his hands along my spine. "Looks like Christmas came early this year."
"Think I fucking might as well," a voice leers. "Man, I bet she's gonna be tight as fucking anything, mate."
"She might be now," he says menacingly. "But I don't think she will be by the time we're through."
Grabbing a handful of my bloodied hair, he yanks my head up with a searing hiss. I try to fight against him, until a glowing, orange blade digs into the soft skin of my throat.
"Now, love," he says quietly, bowing forward to speak into my ear. "You stay nice and still and this'll be over before you know it. The more you fight, the worse you'll be making things for yourself, alright? And remember; you scream, you shout, and I'll cut this pretty head of yours off and keep it as a trophy.. we clear?"
He digs it in deeper as he makes his threat. Deep enough for the sharp, serrated pinpricks to embed in my skin. I nod. If nothing else, I will endure this knowing that I will seek them out one by one and slaughter them like the wretched animals they are.
"Good girl," he purrs. "See, was that so difficult?"
As the blade retreats, I hear the fumbling sounds of belt buckles. Bile rises in my throat as I lay here, questioning how in the world it all came to this. How I could've been so naive as to think I could trust a stranger in this unknown world. And all because I had to prove a point to myself.
You stupid bloody fool.
When I feel rough fingers yanking my underwear aside, I close my eyes and resign myself to my fate. Try to block it out and think of happier, simpler times. At this point.. it's really all I can do.
For a moment, it truly seems as though my mind has drifted elsewhere. Because I hear it then. In a daze, I can make out the muddled cacophony of bestial, blood curdling roars. The sort of sound I've only ever heard conjured from a dragon. And one by one, the feel of my captors just.. slips away. I feel light again.. free. I'm back in Thedas.. back in the mountains.. and I can hear my majestic saviours feasting upon them. Hear the pops and shrieks, the squelches and cries, the ripping and tearing of flesh. And blood. Blood everywhere. I can smell it just as vividly as the metallic taste that sits on my own tongue. In my thoughts, at least, I'm saved. Saved from the very thing my mind is so desperately escaping.
Until finally.. it goes quiet. Still. All save for the sound of soft, concerned whimpers in my ear. Funny.. such a strange sound to come from such a mighty, fearsome creature.
But then.. I feel a cold, wet nose gently brush against my cheek. Cautiously, my eyes slowly peel open, only to find the blurred form of the Dread Wolf himself standing over me.. my Dread Wolf.
"..F-Fen?"
Sniffing at the wounds littered across my scalp, his whimpers shift to worried, keening cries. He lowers himself to lay beside me, resting his muzzle upon my arm. He reeks of blood, and I can see the thick layers of it coating his mouth.. his huge, black paws. It was no dream. No dissociative means of escape. It was him. Somehow, he found me here. And though I cannot quite find the strength to move, the relief that washes over me is unlike anything I've ever felt.
"Are they.." I pant. "..are they dead?"
Whining softly, he nuzzles against me. They are, but he's scarcely concerned with that right now. Beside me, his whole body shakes. From the worry.. from the rage.. from the fight. But he knows I cannot move, and so he simply lays here with me. Tucks himself right into my side as if its the only way he can be close enough to protect me. My eyes begin to glaze over with a soft mist, welled with tears that will no doubt soon fall.
But just as the relief sinks in, a shadow looms over me and I feel a huge, three fingered hand come to sit upon my back.
"No," I cry, flying into an instant state of panic. "No, don't you touch-"
"Hey, hey, hey," a familiar voice soothes. "Easy, duchess. It's just me."
That name. A name that had initially had me rolling my eyes whenever I heard it. And now, it serves the biggest sense of comfort I could wish for.
"..Gar.. Garrus?"
With a sharp hiss, I try to peer over my shoulder, just about catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. Those familiar markings.. that vibrant, blue glow of his visor.. and blood. Lots of it.
"Yeah, it's me," he says softly. "Can you.. can you move?"
Raising his head, Fen looks to him and lets out little soft, micro cries.
"Yeah, I thought not," he says, swallowing past the lump in his throat. "I'm, uh.. I'm gonna touch you now, okay? We need to get you out of here."
I nod, trying to ignore the sense of shame and embarrassment that overtakes me.
Stepping round the giant beast laying at my side, he pulls off his jacket and lays it over my exposed back, then squats down beside me as he assesses the damage. I hear him mutter something under his breath, though I'm too far gone by this point to try and make it out. Being mindful of my injuries, he carefully manoeuvres me until I'm laid upon my back, wincing at the shriek of pain that escapes me.
"I know, duchess. I know," he grieves. "I'm sorry. Just a little more, okay?"
"I'm.. I'm fine," I faintly mumble. "Just do it."
Sliding an arm beneath my shoulders, he hooks the other beneath my knees and climbs to his feet, lifting me along with him. I hiss through my teeth as my body bends and twists with the movement, and all I can hear are the concerned cries of my beloved hound as he rises along with me.
"I'm.. I'm alright, Fen," I promise. "It's just.. just the drugs."
Garrus' grip tightens, his body trembling around me in a mixture of anger and adrenaline. Pressed against him, I can feel the way his heart is pounding beneath his chest. Racing almost as frantically as my own. And I can feel the slick, viscous liquid coating his shirt; thick patches of crimson splashed across the bright white.
"Come on," he says. "Let's get you somewhere safe."
I feel myself rock with the thud, thud, thud of his gentle footsteps. And as he carries me away, I catch glimpses of the gruesome scene behind us. Pools of blood. Broken bodies and torn limbs scattered across the space. Wide, green eyes watching us as we depart, rife with the same horror he undoubtedly felt the moment his pretty head was ripped from the rest of his body. Maker, it really does look like a hell scape.. but not mine. Not anymore.
..that's when the darkness hits me.
