The Memory
As the drell assassin remain laid out in the bed, quietly contemplating his thoughts. Nothing but a look of peace rested upon his features, something rather unusual. All things considered, he should not have found such ease during these times. There was no reason to, but since he'd come aboard the Normandy, his mind seemed slightly less chaotic. But here he lay, eyes loosely focused upon her who freed him from his blind path of redemption. Standing before him, as if the essence of freedom or perhaps compassion given shape? In truth, that thought held Thane's mind for a moment. How the pair first met, the factors that brought them together...closer despite the fact he felt sure his end was sooner than later. With his eyes exploring the room's ceiling in brief, Thane's eyes traveled until they found the one who'd charmed his heart. 'Lucy...' the thought drifting along quietly in his mind, bringing forth the memory he'd come to cherish. The first day that she convinced him to leave his room, simply to cease his contemplating and preparation, he'd never realized that such a simple act could be so defining. His mind roiled over the thought and though no words passed through his lips, with him smiling as the perfect replay clouded his vision. 'Midday aboard the Normandy, I am asked to join the others whilst contemplating and preparing myself for the next mission ahead. I ask if it is an order and am reminded that it is my choice what I do with my time. This leads me to consider momentarily the request and while not sure what drives me, I decide to accept. I find myself in question over why I chose to join the crew on a whim, whilst we head down for a meal. When offered food, I accept and find myself looking to the Commander of this collective of individuals in some curiosity. It is here that my intrigue is piqued and this sensation of feelings begins. An unusual feeling, something old that returned, it stirred then as my eyes came to rest upon her. The Commander in her element, not on mission, not leading, but simply being. It was her, the reason I'd somehow agreed to come here, it was not her words that swayed me. But what was promised: purpose that I'd come to find I was believing in. Even though now this was not why I was looking upon her, I find that reason in fact to be something alluring. A strength unseen since my last love, something that was sacred to me and yet lost. As if the age could not have matched what I've found with her now. 'Lucy' the name once more rang out in my mind and I found a smile coming to my face. As I looked upon her, it brought a movement to my heart that I had not found moved in so long. It was like a movement, a motion that I find myself in need of seeking, and a fire was lit from within. I wanted to know again, wanted to know much about her that was not necessary. Only that which I'd found once before, in the bond...the only bond to bring me joy and love. I quietly interacted with the other crew, but it was where my mind lingered that I found my heart beating once more with purpose.' It was her and finally the word was not merely uttered once more in mind, but vocally, for the as of now, former Drell Assassin spoke it with a smile. “...Lucy.” Lucy Shepard, who brought intrigue back into his life. -- A gift story (Secret Santa) to someone who’s rad, herein I have the context, as I let the story explain itself.










