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paradisalogs2014-02-14 10:14 pm
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renagades are red
Who: Anne Boleyn
ensorceler and Commander Shepard
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What: Waking up in a romantic space room! It's out of this world!
When: Valentine's Day.
Where: Room 504. In the bed.
Rating: G for guns involved. Oh shoot!
Sleep was hard. Sleep had always been hard. Back home, there was always that fear that voices would be calling out to her-- everyone she's lost.
She was surprised there was little of that here. Sure, there was a form she vaguely remembered, a vision in blue, but surely that was a fleeting thought from her subconscious allowing random images to fill her mind, right?
Shepard felt herself shifting in her sleep. The sleep here was deceptively pleasant. There was warmth, a fleeting memory from days long past. It was such a pity it had been ages since she'd had company with her.
Such was the life of a military hero. She would suck in a breath, something willing her to wake up. Fine. A sigh would be heard, moving slowly from her lips, and eyes would slowly open...
to look down the barrel of a gun.
Well, at least that wasn't new.
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What: Waking up in a romantic space room! It's out of this world!
When: Valentine's Day.
Where: Room 504. In the bed.
Rating: G for guns involved. Oh shoot!
Sleep was hard. Sleep had always been hard. Back home, there was always that fear that voices would be calling out to her-- everyone she's lost.
She was surprised there was little of that here. Sure, there was a form she vaguely remembered, a vision in blue, but surely that was a fleeting thought from her subconscious allowing random images to fill her mind, right?
Shepard felt herself shifting in her sleep. The sleep here was deceptively pleasant. There was warmth, a fleeting memory from days long past. It was such a pity it had been ages since she'd had company with her.
Such was the life of a military hero. She would suck in a breath, something willing her to wake up. Fine. A sigh would be heard, moving slowly from her lips, and eyes would slowly open...
to look down the barrel of a gun.
Well, at least that wasn't new.
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Like being polite.
"I've found myself in worse situations," Shepard admitted, trying to sound as casual as possible. She didn't want to sound like she held it against her or anything! "With people who wanted to kill me far more than you probably would like to. So, yeah. No offense taken."