#nic shepard

[amexa]

Nic Shepard

“My respect level for you has lowered dramatically, congrats.”

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WIP Wednesday

Little as-of-yet untitled snippet of me throwing my own feelings at Shepard and having her deal with them for me:

It’s somewhere between Tuchanka and the attack on the Citadel that Shepard starts forgetting to eat.

“Caloric intake is down 12%, Commander!” Chakwas takes to yelling whenever she sees Nic passing by the medbay, and she feels bad, not for the transgression itself, but for the worry that seems to course underneath the good doctor’s nonchalant shout.

It doesn’t matter, she thinks, the kitchen always right behind her as she rounds the corner into the main battery, a brief talk with Garrus the only self-indulgence she makes time for all day, a sharp, short exhale into the heavy air.

Then it’s reports on echoes of the Reapers from the far reaches of the galaxy before scrolling and scrolling through news of Earth on her omnitool, until her unwilling eyelids finally zip together, already in the little hours.

She dreams of the dead, and of the child she couldn’t save. She dreams of artillery blasts and windows shattering in the apartments she used to squat in. She dreams of running through cratered streets with burnt cars, the sky coming down above her.