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Bestiaire d'Ashmole, 1201–1225.
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There were a lot of things that even the therapist couldn't help her with, and those would only come with time and coping with a whole lot of 'what could have happened' thoughts. Howard getting stabbed was wholly her fault as she put everyone in danger when she fled to LA. Especially Buck, as she knew that Doug and Buck never got along, even before she ever married him.
And while she was in no danger now, it didn't help her mind rest. It didn't help her get over the fact that she murdered her husband and now she was sitting with a large check in her purse she was still guilty as hell about having in the first place. She hadn't told Buck about the settlement because she wasn't sure if she was going to keep it or not and it wasn't something she could bring up to Howard, either.
Just so much had happened that she couldn't process that she found herself sleeping on Buck's couch since she had come over and let herself in sometime in the middle of the night as she couldn't sleep and couldn't think of anything else to do. Buck hadn't been home, he had been at the station and she just curled up on one end and had a blanket pulled up to her chin, tears still staining her cheeks. For being the older of the two, she felt hopeless to be any help to anyone right then, and she didn't even hear the door open some time after the sun came up.
@bestiare GETS A STARTER FROM MADDIE TO EVAN ❤
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🎭 for aslaug c:
Okay so mayyyybe this is my Game of Thrones cast bias because I really love them all but…
I reckon Lena Headey would kill it as Aslaug.
send me 🎭 and i’ll recast your muse with a new fc ! / ACCEPTING.
@bestiare // TALI !
“i heard of your exploits with the former crew of the normandy, though i suppose near all have by now,” she states simply , coolly, “i have found there is little that interests me outside of my own ventures, but i will admit, i am impressed.” what goes unsaid is that it’s the first thing that’s interested her in centuries. so many of the species around her are impossibly, insufferably short-sighted, caring for little beyond immediate pleasure or vainglorious grasps at power, and in turn samara made the decision long ago to remove herself from it all, save when required.
still, her interest has been piqued and for that, she isn’t yet bored.
“your’s is a resourceful people,” she glances over her shoulder, gloved fingers absently tracing the edge of the bay window, “i have always admired that in the quarians. i have heard you are resourceful, as well.”
@bestiare / TALI !
“do you miss the flotilla?” she wonders, sometimes, if she is the only one who does not miss their home. the other new recruits had kept pictures and vids of earth in their bunks, had looked at them fondly and laughed about missing the trees, the wide blue sky, but she’d never felt the same endearment. no, there had never been any family photos, any vids kept in kira shepard’s bunk. “i suspect there’s, well, a lot more,” an arm waves to punctuate her point, “room on the normandy than maybe what you’re accustomed to, given everything i’ve heard about the flotilla.”
“you’re free to look around, if you like,” shepard continues, absently leaning against the doorframe and shifting her weight to ease the soreness gathering in her limbs from the last firefight, “the alliance’s finest, right here.” a small, affectionate pat is placed against the ship’s hull. “we’re lucky to have her.”
@bestiare / sc. for tali!
SHE’S BEEN CAUGHT! it’s been her nightly ritual, for who knows how long, it isn’t like she’s been keeping track of her nightmares. the ones that chase her from her bedroom and to the kitchen & to hunch over the table. glued to her datapad, finally at peace with her reputation as a bona fide workaholic. tali walking in on this ritual is a first for her, though! not even joker’s caught her this early. late? galactic standard time still managed to elude her, after all these years in service. back straightens awkwardly, ironing out the natural curve of her shoulders, like tali was her commanding officer & had just called her to attention. “ you’re up... ” eyes glance at the corner of her datapad for quick confirmation of the time. “ early. ”