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I’VE MOVED LIARA HERE. so, if you’re still around, catch me there.
I’VE MOVED LIARA HERE. so, if you’re still around, catch me there.
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“Thanks, Liara.” “My pleasure.”
i’m here. like this for a smut or romantic related starter.
Okay. Guess who’s here.
Alright, as much as I love Liara T’Soni, I probably won’t keep this account. So, this is a hiatus. A permanent one until further notice. I can’t seem to click with anyone writing wise & I have to pull teeth to get a decent storyline/I don’t feel comfortable approaching anyone. If you care to interact with me or if you want to interact with a new character, I’m always over at Ellen Ripley.
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“Whatever happens, I’d like to spend my life with you."
"Then you’re extremely lucky that I feel that way too.”
Do you ever think about the aliens listening to modern Earth music? Like currently I’m listening to Ghostbusters. Liara voice: interesting? Interesting.
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All crew romantic goodbyes for the last time they see Shepard feat. James Vega goodbye aka ifuckinhatebiowaresomuchformyfeelseverythingisbadandthisendingsucksbye
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“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” - E.E. Cummings.
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» redshiifted.
LIARA IS TRANSPARENT IN ALL OF HER SENTIMENTS. The asari’s initial nonchalance? Histrionics, all for the ALLURE. She knows it & Shepard knows it. Few measures of effort it takes to thoroughly read her; despite her recent galvanizing METAMORPHOSIS into the most powerful information broker in the galaxy.
The moment she pulls the chair in with her body closer to the round table, she places her under the microscope.
Noveria —— the beginning of it all ; reality & fatalism placed its bony TALONS on her shoulders cold, her eyes opened for the first time ; her naivety died. Vivid memories. Painful memories that has become her ARMOR.
That armor comes with a photographic MEMORY for facts, people, events, numbers, military units, & maps. Her systemic algorithms devour statistical information & reports, memorize blueprints, & she’s grown to have perfect recall of a fantastic stock of information. Shadow Broker is an idea that has a smell to it ; oppressive & LOAMY. & strangely enough, it fits Liara like a pair of kid gloves.
She cocks the GLASS back & steals a sip. Swills it in the gums between her teeth & the roof of her mouth. Cheaper than prescription pills.
❝ —— I’m here, aren’t I?❞
Notices that her companion has not yet touched her own vermouth. Her fingertips overtly pushes the drink in her corner. Drink it or I will force it down your throat.
❝So, what will we be having? I heard the calamari here is good.❞
There’s still a datapad in her hands when Liara’s blue eyes jump to the glass pushed in her direction. Eyes filled with a quizzical inclination. She’s not opposed to drinking ------ no. What she’s opposed to is relaxing. The woman has been & will continue to be a profound workaholic. None of her important conversations or anything that may be even slightly confidential is done in public areas. She’ll always shut herself away on the Normandy for that. The current work is just looking over old Prothean ruins for something she may have missed. For about the tenth time. But, the datapad is slid between her thighs, kept for safety there. Nobody is going to get past biotics to get that.
Shepard is, after all, here & that’s about as good as it’s going to get. She wouldn’t dare push the invitation. Wouldn’t actually want to lose it. Shadowbroker fits Liara in the simplest of ways. Knowledge is the substance that devours Liara. Being the shadowbroker has control over SO MUCH knowledge. Simplicity.
“I have three actual sources that say it’s absolutely delectable. Shall I order you some, Shepard?” Voice a smooth, delicate tone. Gloved fingers finally wrap around the glass, bring it to her lips, far from innocent in the way she drinks like she’s an expert.