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gorthol-mormegil · 6 years

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All Quiet

Liara T'Soni has the occasional bad habit surface from time to time. Shepard can't believe how much has changed.

Her right arm itched.

Nothing bad for now, but it was the sort of thing which wouldve made her tear it down to basic circuts and replace it just thirty years ago. Cass sighed, scratching the prosthetic's skin with her hand she felt out the empty spot on the opposite side of the bed.

>Dammit.

Yawning, she sat up and stretched her back. Liara had probably fallen asleep on either a couch somewhere or the chair in her office instead of taking the time to get back to their bedroom. Of course, she had fallen asleep in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich at 1:50 before. Damn her ability to sleep almost anywhere. Smiling at the occansional absurdity of her wife's bad habits, Cass rose out of bed and waited for the brief adjustment of her eyes to the near pitch blackness of the room.

Padding out of the bedroom towards the main cluster of front rooms the itch continues. It's exactly six centimeters down from the elbow, indicating one of the three muscular attactment points there had, somehow, drifted slightly out of true to the others. The fault's impact was negligble to the overall strength of the assembly, but it happening could either mean a gradual failure of all three anchors or that she had strained it while doing housework today. Which was annoyingly common.

Stopping at a juncture she cracked her knuckles, reorrientating herself in the dark. The former guest house was, in Cass' opinion, excessive in the labrinthian turnings it took to mold to the hill it was built on; especially if you had to track down a single asari in the middle of the night. Taking the lefthand route, she yawns and shakes her head at the lateness of the hour. Liara had always been a workaholic, although Cass counts it as a minor victory that she is probably asleep somewhere instead of working for the nineteenth hour straight.

Stopping by a door, Cass blends into the dark with the ease of old habit. No breathing, no movement; just listening. After a minute she hears a small cough and a rustling of sheets as an unseen sleeper turns over. Nodding once as her head slouches, Cass touches the door before continuing on.

Safe.

Counting steps to try and decompress the knot in her shoulders, Cass lets out the breath that she had been holding. There would be no rest for someone who violated that simple state again. Not while she had a breath in her body. Lalaitha was safe, Liara was... misplaced.

Coming up to another fork she looks out on the night-shaded grounds, gazing at the sway of the peach trees and realizes she can't readily recall the last time she did a complete teardown of her arm. Seventeen years, she decides, and maybe in a couple of months or years it would be finally time for a total upgrade to rid it of touchy components like this anchor. That had been on the back of her mind for a while but had been pushed back by how unneccecary it felt nowadays. Yes there are noteable improvements each iteration, but how the hell would an extra .25 millisecond reaction time help her at all? It's suprisingly freeing to Cass that her first instinct is now to not start drafting inprovements immediately.

Passing into the rear common room her ears perk for any sound that is out of the ordinary for a house this size. A full thirty seconds of that attentiveness pass before she begins circling the couches, alert for any odd lumps of blankets or pillows that had materialized simce the evening.

Nothing. She's probably in her office.

Stopping her scratching to run a thumb along the thin join scar at her elbow, Cass yawns again. Of course, she could focus on longevity and comfort this time around. Make one with a hundred and fifty year lifecycle and cut down on her pain medication requirements in a single stroke. True, it would mean an overall loss in function or undue stress on it as she probably would try to unconsiously sustain the previous level of activity, but those weren't insurmountable issues. In fact it seems like the sort of thing Liara would be over the moon about.

Forging toward the pair of offices nestled together, Cass felt a weight lift from her shoulders with each step. She had missed planning upgrades like this. Removal of muscle groups 3a and 7c could result in ghe desired outcome themselves but....

It's too late at noght to think about a teardown.

The thought stops Cass in her tracks. It really was too late, during the war she had abused her elevated phiosiology to sleep for as little as three hours a night while she pushed herself beyond what was safe. That type of work ethic was needed then but now her only task should be making sure Liara didn't wake up with a pen stuck in her crest and a crick in the neck. Not how she can improve the very slight itch the join had. That is the only thing on her mind as she walks up to the closed door of her bomdmate's study.

That and the combination.

Laith's bithday reversed. My favorite drink. Our first kiss according to the Prothean imperial calender. Exact minute of...

Thirty seconds later the door light turns green, permitting entry into what is most likely one of the more sensitive areas on Thessia; perhaps even the galaxy. Stepping through the door, Liara's sleeping form iluminated by the holos, Cass can't help but smile. This quiet form was what the universe turned around. Here was someone so awesome, so strong and so beautiful that all jewels, supernovae and garden worlds in the Milky Way could not hope to hold a reflection of her.

And she had a stylus wedged in her crest.

Gliding to Liara's side Cass' breath hitches as Liara slightly readjusts her head.

"Hey Blue Sky," Cass says as she gently shakes Liara's shoulder, "you fell asleep at your desk."

Liara moans and leans into the hand, not willing to give up sleep. Jane's smile grows wider as her free hand gently plucks the wayward stylus out of her crest amd puts it back on the table. Bending down to eye level she shakes Liara's shoulder once more.

"Your neck will thank you for sleeping on a pillow Blue. And you don't have to walk if you don't want to."

Liara's stirs at the continued nudging amd sleepily stetches her back in repsonse. Opening her eyes slowly she smiles at the face lit by her screensaver, "Cassidy?"

"Hi honey," Cass breathes as her heart melts, "How are you feeling?"

"Better if I'm carried."

Liara yawns after those words, obvisously still entrenched in her dreams. Cass nods and after a well practiced pull of the chair and scoop straitens up with her heart in her arms. Liara folds an arm around her neck automatically, purring softly at the steady rise amd fall of Cass breath. All is right as she heads towards the bedroom.

"Is your leg bothering you?"

Liara's only response is a grunt into her shoulder and a squeeze on the neck. Cass sighs in sympathy at that, Liara's nervous system has taken years to heal and recently...

"You should sleep in more love. I'll make fried pinthya for you and tell Glyph about urgent business you had to take care of."

"Cass..."

The small protest dies unspoken, the bribe too tempting in the wee hours of the night. The purring grows as she walks, a constant hum that pleases Jane to the bone. This is what all those long hours were for. A near silent thrum. A heartbeat that unconisouslly syncs to her own everytime they touch.

Liara stops her with a murmured word outside their daughter's room, unhooking herself slightly she cocks her head to listen. A moment, then Liara's head drops back to Cass' shoulder. She asks for a meld woth a gentle squeeze and a small mental nudge.

You made sure?

She's safe.

Waves of peace permeate the clouds of drowiness, all is safe. Carrying on Cass kisses Liara's forehead as a small snore breaks through the purring. Liara has, admittidly, gotten better than Cass about long hours spent in office, but the past few nights she has started slipping into old patterns. Humming slightly she stops midstride; Noveria.

Liara's reaction to the day always varied, some years it would creep up nearly forgotten with a small twinge and other years it would consume everything in a dark cloud. Work was a balm in those times, something that she could throw herself into to drown out the world roaring at them. It was all too easy to fall into that trap.

Nudging open the door to their room Cass hums louder as her feet whisper across the carpet. Somethimg old, quiet to fit the all-encompassing quiet this time of night has no matter what planet and no matter who was there. Unconsiously picking up the words in the back of her throat Cass reaches Liara's side of the bed with seven long, easy, steps.

"...There waits my love, a-sleeping..."

Liara stirs slightly as she's covered, stretching to the space given. That look of dozy contentment makes Cass run a knuckle down the side of Liara's face as the rest of the tune peters out into long breaths. Tommorow she'll order the bottle of wine that became a mourning ritual before either of them ever entertained anything more than being simple colleagues hunting down haunting visions, rogue agents and estranged family. But for now the order of the night is catching Liara up on her medication so her off-day doesn't start with a splitting headache.

"Blue?"

"Mmp, yes?"

"You'll need something to tide you over until breakfast."

"Ynph."

Retrieving the hypo from the nightstand drawer Cass turns towards the bed to see two blue eyes and a smile beaming back at her. Voice caught she returns the smile. She was still lost in them. All is right in the universe.

"I love you."

It is felt more than heard, long years eating away the need for pure vocal communication to points where silence is loud between them. Settling in alongside Liara Cass yawns, content.

Notes: The song Shepard's singing is a legit song from a tv show. Props to anyone who knows what song it is.

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