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@hexagonass
MIRANDA has been MOVED to my multi muse blog.
MIRANDA has been MOVED to my multi muse blog.
MIRANDA has been MOVED to my multi muse blog.
––– luca tries ( and fails ) his hand at manips: aiden shepard & miranda lawson. ( for @hexagonass / @afraidofchange )
“i’m a CATASTROPHE.”
independent | selective, revamped july 2017.
Miranda Lawson in Mass Effect Foundations #5
( publicly bounces @ -- the first miranda i ever met's back. ahhh. )
I’m always here, in some shape or form.
The butt summons me.
But Shepard… they’ll follow her. She’s a hero, a bloody icon. But she’s just one woman.
@hexagonass the butts are back in town ( °( ° ʖ( ° ʖ °)ʖ °) °)
look who’s back, back again, bubble butts, tell a friend B)
mindsmade:
Her arrival’s unexpected but not unbidden; the way his eyes ( figuratively ) light up when he sees her cross the threshold should prove as much. ❝ Yeah? ❞ His answer pours forth idly, followed by a grunt from the depths of his chest as he sits up straight from his previously reclined position. The datapad in hand he puts aside and while his mind’s still brimming with the reports that still need filing, he only has eye for her ––––– for Miranda Lawson as she descends the short staircase. He watches her fingers drag across the glass and a small throng of fish follow as she goes.
Before long, she stands opposite to him, almost tempting him to rise to his feet and meet her gaze head-on rather than from down here. He refrains, however, sensing there’s a certain purpose in her approach that would have him remain seated.
Head cants slightly, brow puckered in evident curiosity as he regards her one last moment prior to asking the inevitable: ❝ And that brought you to … what conclusion? ❞
The fish are left behind as her attention returns to the Commander (though, it never really left since their last conversation in her office, truth be told). They are drawing closer and closer to the Omega-4 relay, and too many thoughts have kept her from getting a sound night’s sleep as of late. It’s why she’s here now; she’s made up her mind.
“We might not make it through all of this, but...”
Miranda trails off again, but it’s on purpose, buying her time to stand there a moment, and let it all sink in. Denying it only made it feel worse, to go it entirely alone - save for Oriana, now, thanks to Shepard and his good deed.
“I want this. I want us.” Her words are remnant of a past conversation, one that had initiated such a thought of them, together. She almost wants to laugh a little. it’s crazy, with what they have ahead of them, but she can’t care less. Despite her confidence, the moment makes her feel almost vulnerable when openly declaring something so damn personal. She wants to let it sink in, let their weight hold her steady.
It’s only a matter of time before Miss Lawson lowers herself to meet Commander Shepard part way - or so she hopes.
@mindsmade
“Shepard?”
Miranda’s voice is oddly quiet, one so rarely heard when giving orders, and reporting back to the Illusive Man. Yet, there’s a particular tenderness in her tone. She holds her breath a moment, letting the door automatically close behind her. She’s ventured to his quarters on the first deck, taking in the sight of the extravagances Cerberus has allowed the Commander, from the personal work space and shower, to the aquarium taking up a majority of the starboard wall. Lithe fingers trail against the cool glass; the late hour is one where both have been awake, even when most retire to sleep by this time in the night cycle.
“I’ve... taken time to think about it all.”
The admission comes just as softly, though her confidence doesn’t waver; rather, she steps forward, heels clicking against the two step stairs. He’s sat on the edge of the bed, and her piercing eyes fixate upon him, all of him. The approach is slow, steady, calculated, and with purpose. it might be a stupid time for love, of all things, but she can’t deny herself - she can’t deny them any longer.
✦ PLAYING GOD ✦
❝ how exactly were you able to save Shepard’s body? ❞ curiosity gnaws at her mind, questions itching to be answered. brilliance gifted, she has a unending thirst for learning, a restless mind of a scientist trying to slow death, relieve the sting and grief of dark sorrow. ❝ nanotechnology, perhaps? ❞
“I oversaw and organized the project,” Miranda begins, though her response carries an air of scrutiny towards Dr. Ziegler’s inquiry. “Retrieving the Commander’s body was a matter of having the right contacts and an average amount of gunfire.” She turns, a hand on her hip, breaking away from the data pad in her hand for just a moment. “We rebuilt Shepard’s body from scratch, essentially. A clone was created for organs and tissues. I’m sure if I had had access to nanotechnology, the process would not have taken two years.”
I inherited my father’s sin.
When Love Was King (via justanotherrpmusing)
Pencil sketch of Miranda and Oriana with some tone thrown on.
I am horrified at the lack of art of these two. They’re, like, one of the only happy little families in the entire series. Do you hate happiness, fandom? Do you?
[blows a kiss to space] for miranda lawson
individualitylost:
He’s GLAD to know his realism and hopes for … something more with her weren’t mutually exclusive. Hard to imagine it being that way, too, given the usually logic approach Miranda takes toward just about everything. But then, these are unadulterated emotions and subsequent feelings one can barely keep in check. Affection is what it is because of that: it can’t be contained, it’s just there ––––– and Shepard’s slowly starting to figure that out. ❝ Just as long as you’re sure. ❞
One more addition to the closing tune of their discussion. His stubbornness remains but the noise it makes is rendered a dying note in the wake of her concession. The deal is sealed in the literal sense of it, at least, but from the looks of it she intends to pair it with a gesture ( which is when Aiden realises he really wants her to ). Uncertainty as to what it’ll entail furrows his brow just slightly as her hand vacates its spot beneath his yet it proves itself to be a short-lived contortion when her intent becomes clear. He lets her do as she pleases for that reason, leaning into whatever she’s willing to give with harnessed eagerness. Truly, he’ll take whatever she gives him now that he’s opened up to the possibility that is ‘them’.
When she swathes an arm around his ( unharmed ) shoulder, he actually surrenders to the notion of it; to her. He reciprocates in kind, bringing both arms around her middle ––– injured arm’s grasp obviously looser but he refuses to make a half-done effort only. He’ll take the sting that comes with the movement and pressure applied instead, all in favour of stressing the sincerity of his care. Seeing as neither of them are necessarily loving or loveable at heart, it doesn’t take a genius for him to figure out that this means A LOT.
Head tilts just so his nose leans against the side of her head. Even after a firefight, she smells like shower products. ❝ Thanks … for your patience, I mean. ❞
“I’m sure.”
The reaffirmation follows with her voice only partly muffled against Shepard’s shoulder, pieces of lower leg armour knocking against one another, serving as a reminder of their current state of undress from their latest mission. Yet, neither of them makes a move to continue the task from before their verbal disagreement that’s led to this - she has no complaints as his arms wrap around her back.
Even the gesture in of itself is something calming in the unruly sea of uncertainty, of the unknown future. It’s for them, a moment of stability for their beginning together - and a moment of person to person contact that so many of them have been deprived of for so long. An embrace like this holds an immense weight of its own accord, given from a woman who has so very often preferred her solitude. Her arm tightens slightly, closing her eyes for just a moment. She knows his strength and capability, but the way he returns the gesture is firm yet gentle.
Yet, Miranda begins to pull away (almost reluctantly, in a way), but stays standing before him, close enough that her voice needn’t be any louder than a whisper for him to hear her clearly.
“I understand why you were... hesitant, Shepard, I do.”
Being under the lights of the docking bay makes Miranda quite self-aware of their current state, recovering from a highly engaged fight, one party still evidently wounded. Her arms fold over the material of her under armour body suit, a shiver resonating over her shoulders.
“Just... give me some time too, okay? And please, get your arm looked at.”
Only again, after enough self-convincing, Miranda returns to facing the work bench, a sigh barely escaping parted lips. Even under the harsh light with deep shadows cast over them, the corners of her mouth are upturned.