Josie Shepard: Aftermath Chp 4Chapter 4Josie Shepard: Aftermath Chp 4 by A-D-Aether
Shepard sat in the sand, staring out at the ocean. Light glittered on the shifting waves, and the water seemed to go on forever and a day. One of her legs had fully healed, but the other was still healing and was still wrapped in its glowing blue light-cast. Her crutch lay in the sand beside her as she leaned back on her hands to regard the sunset.
The sun was setting upon the sun, a watery mirror reflecting beneath in a pool of orange and pink. The breeze was cool and gentle and lifted to push back Shepard’s hair. She sat in her black N7 jacket, the sleeves of which were rolled up. Her black N7 pants were also rolled up past the knee and her cast-free foot was bare.
After Kaidan’s proposal, she was finding that time away from the crew gave her a peace she couldn’t know when with them. Everyone was walking on egg shells, so careful to keep from mentioning Kaidan (who Garrus now referred to as “the K word”) or the proposal or anything to do with i
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“So it turns out Shepard was the Catalyst all along. I’ll be damned,” said Admiral Hackett, who stood at the wide window in the Alliance military rest and recovery home, watching as Shepard pushed herself through her exercises.
Shepard came to the home everyday for physical therapy, but Kaidan knew she was as determined to get well as she was to avoid him. At the moment, she was swinging from bar to bar down a line of monkey bars, her legs dangling beneath her, the bars shaking slightly from the strength of her hands. A blue mat was under her in case she dropped, but Kaidan knew she would never drop. Her arms were stronger than ever. Her broken arm had healed and flexed with subtle muscles as she swung, but her legs were still in the blue light-casts and would take more time to fully regenerate. They had been more than merely broken: they had been crushed. The bones had to be regrown entirely in some places, healed in others.
Shepard was clad in black
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Shepard could hear the machines beeping long before she opened her eyes. Her eyes rolled behind her eyelids, and she swallowed and frowned against the sudden swirl of dizziness and fatigue.
“She’s coming awake. Good. In another hour, I was going to suggest playing a recording of Harbinger.” Garrus. Shepard held back a smile.
“Keelah! Now is not the time for jokes!” Tali.
“Really? I thought now was the perfect time for jokes.” Dr. Chakwas. “I, for one, miss the sight of a smile on the Commander’s face. Try not to crowd her, though – not that you can help it, Wrex. I imagine you crowd any room on your own.”
Shepard heard Wrex’s deep chuckling and opened her eyes. She recognized the med bay of the Normandy. She was lying in one of the many beds and a curtain had been pulled around it to form a room in the corner. Dr. Chakwas stood over the machines and cast Shepard a smile as she scanned the clipboard in her
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“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin, siha,” Thane whispered, the rasp of his voice rising against the soft and steady bubble of Shepard’s aquarium.
They were in Shepard’s cabin on the Normandy SR2. Shepard lay in Thane’s arm, her cheek against his smooth green chest, relishing in the lazy stroke of his careful fingers down the deep line of her naked back. They were lying in the aftermath of their love. Since the destruction of the Collector base, Thane’s once-gentle lovemaking had become vigorous and fervent, as if his kisses and caresses were an expression of deepest gratitude that they had survived the ordeal. Every kiss was a silent prayer thanking Amonkira that she had not taken them into her arms. Every stroke and squeeze and sigh was a gesture of gratitude. And afterward, he held her so tightly, words could not express how happy and safe she felt in the strength of his arms. Her life was constant danger, but when she was wi
"If sarcasm is the last arrow in the quiver, then name calling is when you throw your quiver. . ." srayesmanll/loverslab.com, on desperation.
"Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle, " Plato, on cruelty.
"Love is a battle, love is a war, love is a growing up," James Baldwin, on love.
"Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all," Vincent van Gogh, on life.
"Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive," Morrigan, on men.
"Well for the first couple of days I just stood in the driveway. But after a while that stopped being fulfilling," Earl Sinclair on work.
"Loo loo loo, I've got some apples. Loo loo loo, you've got some too," Butters . . . on . . . something.
"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation." Melville, creativity.
"ALL poor people in countries all over the WORLD are of "inferior intelligence" because they have no access to proper education and brain nourishing nutritional foods. You should not be asking why black people are "intellectually inferior." You should be asking what kind of society you live in that would lead you to attribute everything to RACE and not SOCIAL STATUS." Me, on racism and ignorance.