Oh, hi new page! Have a top Ash:

AND, bonus-in-good-faith, dialogue I wrote that I feel comfortable sharing with y'all! Hope you enjoy! :happy:
The Normandy. Shepard’s personal quarters. Commander John Shepard is sitting at his desk. His report in his left hand, his right hand types away at his PC’s holographic keyboard interface. He has a troubled air about his demeanor.
Behind him, Lieutenant Commander Ashley Williams enters, stopping slightly behind the preoccupied Commander.Ashley: Hey, Skipper.
John:
(Nodding slightly in her direction, but still focused on his work.) Ashley.
(Ash, unhindered by John’s inattention, strolls forward and leans on the front of his desk, facing him.)Ashley: Pretty crazy stuff on Rannoch, wouldn’t you say?
John:
(Still focused on his work.) I guess you could say that. Yeah.
Ashley:
(Annoyed; leaning forward.) I’m over here, John!
John:
(Surprised; looking up at Ash) Sorry, Ash. I’m writing my report.
Ashley:
(Gently grabbing the report from Shepard’s hand.) You just ended a centuries-long war.
(Placing the report flat on the desk.) I think you earned yourself a little R&R.
John: I’ll rest when the Reapers are reduced to floating space debris.
Ashley: At this rate, you’re gonna kick it from exhaustion before then.
John: You’re assuming we’ll live to even see it. Now who’s the optimist?
Ashley:
(Perturbed.) Well, somebody has to be! Look at you! I’m surprised you haven’t gone gray with the way you stress yourself out! When was the last time you even slept?
John:
(Obstinate.) Ash, I’m fine!
Ashley:
(Noticeably upset.) No you aren’t, John!
(Leaning closer.) I can see it in your eyes. You look terrible! You looked better on Ilos… Earth, even!
(Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.) Please. Talk to me.
John:
(Burying his face in his hands; sighing.) I’m sorry, Ash… all of this; the Reapers, the Crucible, Earth, uniting the galaxy… it’s too much.
Ashley:
(Her voice softening; stroking his shoulder.) I know, Skipper.
(Pause.) I’m here for you, anytime you need me.
John:
(Looking up at Ash, placing his hand on hers.) I appreciate that, Ashley. I really do. I couldn’t do this without you.
(Looking down.) I doubt I ever could…
(Using her free hand, Ashley gently places her finger under the Commander’s chin; lifting his eyes to meet hers. No words needed, Ashley leans slowly towards Shepard; John cranes his neck and leans forward in response. Suddenly, their incoming kiss is interrupted by a ping on Shepard’s console.)Traynor:
(On intercom.) Commander Shepard?
John:
(Pressing a button on the console, his tone slightly annoyed.) What is it, Traynor?
Traynor: Incoming message from the Asari Councilor. She’s available on vid-comm.
John:
(Sighing.) I’m on my way…
(Slowly shaking his head, Shepard rises from his seat. He turns toward Ash.)John:
(Shrugging.) Duty calls.
(He leans forward, giving Ash a gentle peck on the side of the mouth.) Hold that thought, Chief. Be back in a few.
(He turns around to leave.)Ashley:
(Playfully.) Don’t make me wait too long, Skipper.
John: Copy that.
(Shepard exits through the elevator.)
Modifié par Omega Torsk, 03 mai 2012 - 07:15 .