FinalityKaidan x FemShepFinality by Symphonic-Silence
Her eyes had always been able to speak the truth. No matter what shape her mouth was forming, no matter the words that rolled off her tongue, he had always been able to decipher the facts from all the lies that spilled out from her. All by looking at those bright, clear eyes.
It wasn't that she was a bad liar – hell, she could win a bluffing match against a turian if she wanted to. It was simply that she didn't care if Kaidan saw through all the political bull her rank demanded she say. Above all else, she was a commander - his commander – and that was a rank where words and appearances meant everything.
She knew that.
That's why she was wearing a charming smile while her eyes narrowed into slits that demanded him to explain himself, his logic, why in the world he ever thought she would consider him again after everything that had happened.
He knew what she wanted him to explain, had known it would be the biggest hurdle to get over. Their conversat
Revelations - Chapter 7Title: HeatwaveRevelations - Chapter 7 by Symphonic-Silence
Summary: Snow and Lightning each have their own revelations about their slowly budding relationship.
This would be their second night in Mah'habara. Granted, their surroundings had improved since their first nightat least now they were in a flower filled fissure, but all the other conditions remained the same. The fissure was still pretty narrow, only now instead of having stone walls on either side of them the group remained exposed to a rather splatter-inspiring fall on their right side. Compared to the roughly-hewn stone they had grown accustomed to during their first day, the grass and small flowers were a welcome sight. Still, they were unable to escape each other, nor were they able to outrun the heat.
Though Lightning blamed her decision to stop and rest for an hour on Vanille's battle with her Eidolon, the suffocating temperature
Revelations, Chapter SixSeveral days had passed since Hope had been lost and subsequently found. Though they had every intention of traveling directly to Oerba, the group of them, as tended to be normal, got distracted. At least it was for a decent cause: they were attempting to placate the Cie'th stones and complete the stones' focus in their stead. They didn't realize at the time that each mission would be a horribly time-consuming task, but now they had invested so much of their energy into assisting the unmoving stones they didn't have the heart to back out.Revelations, Chapter Six by Symphonic-Silence
Of course, it hadn't been this way to start, Snow recalled.
After having discovered the first stone and heard the woman describe how she needed to kill some sort of pudding so she could finally gain her well-earned rest, the majority of the party had been moved by pity. Most had wanted to act on this poor soul's behalf. Lightning, however, had just nodded, saying that if they found time they would. Then, despite the pond being only a few hundred feet
Revelations -- Chapter FiveThey were all gathered in a misshapen circle around Hope who, besides from his stirring about thirty minutes prior, had yet to move.Revelations -- Chapter Five by Symphonic-Silence
Snow was rubbing his face in exasperation. His body still ached from their mad hunt for Hope and their earlier retreat from the motley band of fiends. His jaw throbbed where Lightning had struck him (though he had no one to blame but himself for that). Exhaustion even consumed his mind after having been through a barrage of draining experiences and emotions within the course of a single day. Snow struggled to maintain some semblance of a calm exterior and keep everything together.
But how could he when their future appeared so bleak?
They were lost. Not physically lost, oh nothey knew right where they were on this damnable worldbut rather they didn't know where to turn next for their focus. Even if they did know, the group of them would be unable to travel there, not without Hope. Lightning would likely murder the first person to even so much
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First off: I'm not an artist. Not by any means. I mean, I even have to label stick figures to get my point across. My art is pathetic.
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