#hcretics

               Words that play at the back of her mind, insist on being repeated; yet Liara is at a standstill—little reaction permitted from her body. Her throat is dry, her mind ailed by the memory of blurs and blood—how Benezia had been granted death at the hands of her, and Commander Shepard. It cannot be. It is a wave of denial that insists on existence—the doubt of her mother surviving the impact of a bullet; Benezia’s words continue to send shivers up her spin—but the hopeful youth recollects one thing: I will see you again, with the dawn.

                  It was—is a cruel fate—Liara's mind firing an attempt at a warning, and the Asari is prompted to push away—coming face-to-face with the woman that boldly proclaims herself as Benezia. Despite the child of her heart, Liara faces her counterpart with screaming—no matter how much she yearns to accept it. I watched her die. It is repeated, vocally, brazen in such declaration—bold to acknowledge that Benezia, was dead. “I saw you die.” That memory, holds much more, than the passing of her mother—how she held the lifeless corpse against her small form, eyes brimmed with tears; the ugly sobbing, armour coated with sanguine fluid, her blood, and Benezia’s blood. How Shepard had to ease the oncoming of grief, just for the sake of escaping—how Liara felt the construction of a cage, to protect her feelings, her own heart from the pain that soon followed.

               “They would not let us, take you,” Liara refers to Benezia’s body—left to extinguish on Noveria. She does not know the truth of it, only assertive words that offered condolences and promises of proper rites—but not this, not this. Part of Liara bears shame; knowing how she should have taken Benezia back to Thessia, to host a proper vigil—but how? She turned away from the planet, from its people, and above all her mother. With her own choices made, Liara decided to see this mission through—to seek the retribution of Saren, not only for her mother, but for the entire Galaxy.

❝ Wow, stuff like that really makes me regret I didn’t take more archeology classes at university. But I guess that would have just been another reason for being called weird. Still, this is amazing have you ever seen something so awesome? ❞    She’s doing it again, completely ignoring the fact that she doesn’t even know the people around her and just assuming they would be interested in a conversation. Hard to believe that anyone would ever take her serious and reply. While some of the people begin to leave, Barbara’s smile already losing some of its brightness, the blonde lowers her gaze a little, quietly apologizing already. As if anyone would care anyway. 

@hcretics​ said: ‘ who did this? ’ - demeter for persephone for some angst

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, threatening to reach it’s claws down her throat and wrap it’s awful digits about her heart ― crumbling, aching... even beneath the tender touch of a friend. merrill attempts to swallow down the lump lodged within her throat, a bundle of anxiety and tears threatening to rise and break free.    ❛  ― i -- i will.  ❜    a lie, apparent in merrill’s shifting gaze, unable to settle on anything ― especially her... could not dare to risk another loss ― especially at yet another fault of her own...

✎ @hcretics​ messaged for a starter.

Lana frowns into her drink, back pressed against the hideous floral wallpaper far from the center of attention. She hadn’t expected something quite so formal, so unsettlingly reminiscent of the soirées of her youth, and it puts her entirely on edge, awakens old insecurities as though her mother could walk through the door at any moment with a sharp and scathing reprimand. It hasn’t escaped her notice that she had been intended as the evening’s entertainment, that they had hoped to hear all of the ghastly anecdotes that hadn’t made it into her novel, to be shocked and awed by horrors delivered in the crude, fast-talking manner of an American reporter. The hostess’ request for a reading, the voyeuristic and expectant faces of those nearby, had put a bitter taste in her mouth early in the night. Any notion of pleasant small talk had all but withered on the spot. 

rick   couldn't   remember   the   last   time   he   felt   this   --   the   morning   sun   glowing   exceptionally   bright,   its   warm   radiating   what   would   have   felt   like   comfort,   if   it   wasn't   for   the   dead   that   were   roaming   the   shores   of   the   beach,   some   half-stuck   in   the   wet   sand.   it   felt   like   nostalgia,   remembering   life   of   what   was   with   a   vulnerable   fondness.   regardless   of   the   past   weeks   they've   all   experienced   together,   a   soft   smile   was   brought   to   his   features,   his   eyes   looking   to   ilene.   

"i   miss   moments   like   this   more   than   anything."

Bowing her head, the warrior paused a few steps into the room, braids sighing as they slid across her gold plated armor. “ You asked for ME, my lady ? ”