Shepard stepped out of the elevator, the sound of her heels clicking on the warship's sturdy metal floors. For the first time in a long time, she felt like an actual woman. With each step, her movements felt less robotic and more organic.
She was a beautiful, sexual creature; she hadn't felt this way since Kaidan.
At first, Shepard had resisted the dress and the fussy heels that came with it. There were better, more utilitarian pieces of clothing in her closet that were more suited to her station.
She remembered the day that she made the switch to the dress. She'd finished a shower, her heart burdened with the troubling knowledge that this time, she wouldn't have some of the most important people in her life by her side. Shepard opened the door to her closet to select her outfit and paused. The glaring Cerberus logo on each outfit stared her down, accused her and reminded her of her consistent failures to communicate with people she should have been open and honest with.
The Cerberus outfits flew across the room to smack against the wall. Sighing, the Commander looked into her closet once more and considered her options: a burlap sack and a leather dress.
From then on, Shepard and the dress became friends. It was silly how a dress could make her feel good, but damn it, she needed any scrap of happiness she could take.
She felt a rare smile work its way onto her face as she approached Garrus' station. The door opened automatically for her to reveal Garrus, Jacob, Ken, and other assorted male crew members.
"Shepard!" Jacob smiled, "It's good to see you. We were just all hanging out in this small room."
"I noticed," Shepard murmured, "Any reason why you're all in here right now?"
"None, Commander," Garrus replied. He couldn't look her in the eye.
"How about you sit down?" Ken asked. "Those shoes don't look that comfortable."
Shepard nodded. Ken was right; the shoes were awful on the balls of her feet, but she wouldn't give them up for the world.
And so, Shepard sat on the crate like she always had.
The room fell silent, the Commander oblivious to the way she sat.
Modifié par fortunesque, 04 juillet 2010 - 08:02 .