#Elektra Adrasteia

[berryshiara]

Daily Drabble

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Archive of our own format A New Dawn time frame in my Inescapable Honor Saga. - Mass Effect Fanfiction Samantha laid quietly in bed, getting little reading done. To her left and right the soft sounds of slumber…  and the desire to join them growing by the nanosecond. Giving up on her reading she closed her pad down and turned her full attention to the twins and just as quickly as it had been turned off, Sam opened her  pad to take pictures of the twins and their respective cuddle buddies.

In the family group chat she shared with her adoptive Asari mother Chará and Krogan father Lila she wrote. “I have questions…” And sent the pictures of her sisters.

One with Hala’s thumb caught between Elektra’s lips, the two of them brow to brow, nearly nose to nose, fast asleep, not even knowing how stinkin cute they were.

The other of Mik’hial ensconced tightly under Aella’s chin, only her nose and beautiful lips seen from the curve of the older Asari’s jaw. One tiny hand caught in the curl of the shirt Aella was sleeping in.

For a minute she watched the little line on the messenger as a reply was being made, but the length of time and the response she received were nowhere near matching. Instead one wise response, and probably what amounted to a lot of editing.

“Ask your father.” 

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Feminine Greek Names

Having been recently inspired by Patty Jenkins’ Wonder Woman (which I’m more than happy to gush over with anyone, just pm me, lmfao), I’ve decided to create a masterlist of feminine Greek names, alongside their meanings. There are sixty-two in total; please, enjoy!

Adonia → my lord, feminine form of “Adonis” Adrasteia → not running away, an epithet of Nemesis Aella → storm, amazon warrior killed by Herkales. Akantha → thorn, a nymph loved by Apollo Alexandra → defender of mankind, feminine form of “Alexandros” Alkestis → might of the home, princess who descended into Hades in the place of her husband Alkyone → kingfisher, a nymph loved by Poseidon Amaltheia → to soothe, goat foster-mother of Zeus Anastasia → resurrection, feminine form of “Anastasios” Andronika → victory of warrior, feminine form of “Andronikos” Astraia → starry one, goddess of justice Atalante → equal in weight, woman who refused to marry any man who couldn’t outrace her Callidora → gift of beauty Damalis → calf Daphne → laurel, nymph who escaped Apollo. Dianthe → god-flower Dionysia → follower of dionysios, feminine form of “Dionysios” Elektra → bright, sister of Orestes who aided him in killing their mother Eleni → torch Enyo → warlike, goddess of war said to be either the companion, sister or mother of Ares Eurynome → fair-ruling, goddess-queen of the world before Rhea and Kronos Gia → earth, variant spelling of “Gaia” Harmonia → concord, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite Hekate → worker from far off, goddess of witchcraft, among other things Hemera → day, goddess of the day Hermione → of the earth Kalliope → beautiful voice, Muse of epic poetry Kassandra → she who entangles men, given by Apollo the gift of foresight, yet cursed with no one believing her predictions Larisa → derived from an ancient city, possibly fortified town Leukothea → white goddess, name of a sea goddess who assisted sailors in distress Ligeia → clear-toned, name of a siren Lydia → of Lydia Magdalene → of Magdala Maia → nursing mother, mother of Hermes by Zeus Maria → rebelliousness Megaira → grudge, name of a Fury Melaine → black, name of a nymph of springs Melissa → honey-sap, nymph who cared for the infant Zeus Melpomene → choir, name of the Muse of tragedy Myrina → swiftly bounding, name of Amazonian warrior queen who defeated Atlantis’ army Natassa → resurrection Nephthys → lady of the enclosure, Egyptian goddess of death who was the mother of Anubis Nerine → sea sprite, genus of plants Nikephoros → victory bearer Olympia → of Olympus, feminine form of “Olympos” Ophelia → help, feminine form of “Ophelos” Pandora → all-gift, given curiosity by the gods which lead to her unleashing all evil into the world Penelopeia → weaver of cunning, wife of Odysseus who waited ten years for his return Sibylla → prophetess Thalassa → sea, feminine personification of Mediterranean sea Thaleia → blooming, Muse of comedy and pastoral poetry Thana → death, feminine form of “Thanatos” Thekla → glory of god Themis → law, Titan who mothered the three original Fates Thera → lustrous, name of one of Amphion’s seven daughters Thetis → one who places, name of a sea goddess Zenia → stranger Zenovia → life of Zeus Zephyra → west wind Zoe → life Zona → girdle Zosime → likely to survive, feminine form of “Zosimos”

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90+ FEMININE GREEK NAMES

Under the cut, are 93 feminine names, of Greek origin.

ACHIMA

ADONIA

ADRASTEIA

AELLA

AGATHE

AIKATERINA

AKANTHA

AKELDAMA

ALALA

ALEXANDRA

ALKMENE

ALKYONE

ALTHAIA

AMETHEA

AMPHITRITE

ANASTASIA

ANDRONIKA

ANTIOPE

ATHANASIA

BERENIKE

BETHANIA

BETHESDA

CALLIDORA

CHARIKLO

DAMALIS

DAPHNE

DESPOINA

DIDO

DIONYSIA

DORIS

DORKAS

EKHO

ELEKTRA

ELENI

ELEKTRA

ELYSIA

ENYO

EUDOKIA

EUNIKE

EVA

GIA

HALKYONE

HANNA

HEKATE

HEERA

HERODIAS

HIPPOLYTE

ILITHYIA

ISIDORA

IVA

KALLIOPE

KALYPSO

KARME

KASSANDRA

KERES

KIRKE

KORINNA

KYRA

LAMIA

LÁRISA

LEDA

LYDIA

LYSANDRA

MAIA

MARTHA

MELAINE

MYRINA

NATASSA

NERINE

NIKOLETA

OLYMPIAS

OPHELIA

PALLAS

PENELOPEIA

PHILLE

PHOIBE

POLYMNIA

PRISKA

RHEA

SARRA

SELENE

SIBYL

SOFIA

TALITHA

THALASSA

THEKLA

THEMIS

THEODORA

THETIS

TITAIA

ZENA

ZOE

ZOSIME

[berryshiara]

Was tagged by @illusivesoul to make some OCs in this piccrew maker. <3 Thank you for inviting me to play Top Amelie Adrasteia Bottom Her daughter Elektra Adrasteia Did my best with what i had :)

Tagging @joking611 & @skyllianhamster @raedmagdon & anyone who wants to join us in the fun! <3 They need some asari in there Am i right? XD

[berryshiara]

Character Spotlight

Inescapable Honor & Drabbles

First meeting of Elektra

Elektra Adrasteia - ( Bright & Shining ) Daughter of Amelie Adopted by Matriarch Tasoula

Born 2170 CE, November by Earth calendar Birthplace: Thessia, near Armali on T’soni land. Race: Human Skintone: #dfb597 Eye color: #006400 Hair color: #BC5014 Max Height: 5′4″

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Growing up human on an Asari world was not easy. She was often seen as an outsider. Thought of as less than by her peer group, never going to be good enough. A quaint little indulgence or a pet project by the older generations.

Having inherited synesthesia from both mother and progenitor, never once did she believe herself unloved, or unwanted. Early Years: A bright and boisterous child. Her laughter filled the courtyards of the estate... That light is dampened before the age of three when Elektra lost her mother Amelie to cancer. By the age of five she has endured the Blitz and began full time biotics & huntress training by her Dado. (Dado is a nickname given Dido and propagated by the elder Matriarchs 2 daughters. By Elektra’s age it is firmly established and used by all when referring to the reformed assassin in relation to little ones.)

Growing Years: Foreseeing that Elektra will be a daughter of war, Tasoula with the help of Matriarch Amaltheia and Dido and the insight of Elektra’s guardians;  builds Elektra’s huntress cadre “To Skotadi” (The Darkness) to help her eke out her safe place in uncertain times. After a rocky start, the Cadre is a complete success, and the women that build it strengthen and empower Elektra through the hardest of times. The Reaper War...

After the War: She is still quiet, and observant... preferring the shadows and dark places of secret to the light... a place her father knew she would walk... but thanks to Tasoula and Amelie’s foresight, it is not a place she walks alone.

Quote: “....”

Tattoos: Red bottom lip stripe down the middle only, none on her chin or upper lip, and black eyeliner on her face

A comet on the back of her neck circling around a planet. Later a star will sit behind both the planet and comet in the background as if both were rotating around the same star. Later she and her wives expand this theme with complimentary wrist tattoo’s that when held side by side will reveal their symbolic place to each other.

Foible: She is sensitive to being called anything but Thessian. She may not be an Asari but she damn well earned her place as a daughter of Thessia.

Strengths: Because of her synesthesia it is difficult to catch her off guard or provoke her unnecessarily. She can see what motivates and moves people, giving her a step up in the compassionate & empathetic department. Lending to her patience & kindness.

She works exceptionally well in a group dynamic and much less so in a individual situation.

Faults: Often critical of herself having been held to a higher standard because of her synesthesia, her biotics & status as Xenia.

She retreats when wounded emotionally, pulling back from people to try and get a better grasp of the situation and strategize how best to proceed.

She hates to be alone.

Biotics & Loadout: Stealth grid/Pull/throwLanceShe snipes from the shadows, her biotics much like her preferred fighting style from a distance. She covers her partner from the back, lending support and protection more often using Aella’s own biotics as a compliment to her own and detonating off Aella. Favored Guns: Assault Rifle - Cerberus Harrier & Heavy Pistol - Scorpion. With either gun Elektra works much the same way. Using suppression fire and or overwhelming force ; both are equipped with extra ammunition and damage enhancements. She uses the stealth grid heavily and her suit is designed to carry as many charges as possible to enable this heavy load.

Caution: Because of her synesthesia she knows exactly how to crush you...  to her credit, never has Elektra taken this power and used it for bad.

[berryshiara]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @1esk19 thanks for inviting me to play! Part of my Asari Centric Mass Effect Fic called, Inescapable Honor

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Cast: Tasoula - Charis Tasoula Adrasteia - her family is minor nobility - Asari Matriarch - she is bound to House T’Soni Amelie - Amelie Du Pont - Human - her family was called nobility from earths 19th century. Markets change when her financial portfolio shifts... when she married Tasoula a whole storm was created in large part due to the speculation of her family riches being stolen by Thessia. Elektra - Daughter of Amelie, adopted by Matriarch Tasoula, it is the Matriarchs name on her birth certificate under Father.

Setting: Amelie is dying from cancer. It has been eating at her for years. She has sacrificed pieces of her body to slow its forward progress.  When they met it was in remission. When it returned it was very aggressive, she and Tasoula have forgone treatment in hopes of getting pregnant. She is currently at her limit of life, and they are worried they will not succeed, and all they have suffered will be for nothing. We pick up with Tasoula mourning the loss of her wife, the terrible process of unweaving her person from Amelie just enough that she will not go mad with her death... and Amelie soothing her Asari wife’s battered soul. --------------------

For a long time she held her strong wife feeling a sense of love and peace she had not known was left. Though Tasoula cried such wracking sobs Amelie was convinced she would make it through now. She had worried that her mate would never allow the poison of such grief out… it would consume her until both Elektra and by the grace of the Goddess, the child they still had not managed to conceive would grow up without either parent. Though it would hurt as healing often did… Tasoula would recover, more so she would grow with their girls into the powerful protector and provider all of them needed in the years ahead. 

“I love you so much…” Amelie admitted in a husky whisper, her throat squeezed tight by the emotions pouring between them. Using the new found strength she gently pushed Tasoula back into the bed and leaned into her. Pressing kisses against her brow, down the bridge of her lover's nose until her trailing kisses soothed her enough to capture a soft kiss upon Tasoula’s lips. Fingers slipped under her wife’s crest massaging sensitive folds drawing a groan from her partner. She smiled and kissed her again, deeper with increased hunger. It had been several months since she had felt this good… this empowered, and she wanted to use all of it to ease Tasoula’s agony and fill her once more with joy. 

It was not the frenzied lovemaking of a dying woman desperate to make one last happy memory. It was powerful, every touch with purpose, every kiss with meaning. Pouring their love into the bond that just before Tasoula’s release sunk deeper than either of them had ever gone before. It may have been Tasoula who initiated the bond, but it was Amelie who kept them suspended in it until both of them fell asleep at peace at last. Tired, sated and renewed for the final test that still lay ahead. Tagging @bunabi @raedmagdon @skyllianhamster ,share a wip you are working on?

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DD-AND Prejudice

This is part of my Inescapable Honor Saga in the A New Dawn time frame. AO3 Format “Is that your tall drink of water?” 

Samantha blinked when the woman beside her asked that question of Daphne who stood patiently nearby. Her Asari guardian was watching the front door chatting quietly with Bernie who kept checking her omni tool for updates from the rest of their party.

“She is my friend… we are waiting for my wife.”

“Oh.” the woman nodded and smiled. Is she one of those being honored today?”

Samantha shook her head. “No. She is part of the program.” Sam said smiling. Elektra had come a long way in the last few months. 

“Oh. A speaker?”

Sam laughed. “Goddess no.” In a self conscious motion she drew a hand to her mouth. The idea of her shy firebird speaking before an audience today was… well it would have been a feat that rivaled winning a war. Months of training, and difficult days all culminated to this presentation, and try as they might, they could not sway Elektra into taking the stand. Not even under the guise of “Civic Duty” or national pride.

“Is your partner going to be honored today?” Samantha asked.

The woman’s curiosity burned away under a proud smile. 

“She is. A new generation of Léaina… a blessing beyond measure.”

“It is.” Samantha agreed.“ Being married to Léaina she knew what it was like, the long nights and endless days. The shared emotion, and Goddess bless, the release of built passion…

“I know that the workload has been very great on what few remained, and that new Léaina like your wife, will help lessen the load for everyone.”

The human beside her practically glowed. “My Sauda was top of the class.”

“Oh, wait… um… Ariti?” Sam asked, getting a surprised look from the woman beside her.

“You know about her?”

“It was one of my Ladies that she helped. I look forward to meeting her tonight.”

“You are Léaina Elektra’s mate?”

Sam smiled. “I…”

“Excuse me.” The smooth husk of Aella’s voice as she walked in. Behind her stood a line of others. People who were family and friends. “Are we late?”

“No my love.” Sam said standing. She slipped a hand into Aella’s arm.

“This is Mrs. Ariti.” Sam said motioning Aella to the human at her side.

“Mistress Ariti.” Aella said, recognition in her voice. “We simply can not thank you or your partner enough for her intervention.”

The human woman stood when Aella came in, in her gown. Excitement shining in her eyes.

She grasped Aella’s hand like she were a movie star back on earth.

“I can’t tell you how much your teachings have meant to me and my Sauda. Thank you so, so much for everything you have done, for us and for the rest of Asari kind. You should be-”

There was a soft clearing of a throat that had all of them shifting to the two newcomers.

Aella still in Ariti’s grip gave an expression of “Help” to her wife while the woman was distracted.

“My love.” An older Asari stood with Elektra, the two of them swath in Léaina robes. Elektra’s adorned with a brilliant firegem phoenix whos bedazzling colors sparkled even in the low light of the rear hall.

Samantha gripped Aella’s arm or was it Aella who gripped Samantha’s? 

“Emma, this is Léaina Elektra.” 

Elektra stood several inches shorter than Emma, her skin warm but light. Eyes glittering and bright, a smile of happiness touching her lips. 

Samantha thought her heart was going to stop. They had not told her about the official robes that Elektra would be wearing. Or that someone was going to tame that glorious mane of fire and capture its essence with a crest of her school…

Emma felt shocked. Pulling her hand from the tall Asari dressed in emerald green with violet eyes. 

“This…” she said looking from the tiny instructor to the tall huntress that stood beside Samantha.

“This is your wife?” She asked looking to Sam for clarification.

“Léaina Elektra is my wife.” Samantha said looking across Aella to their glorious firebird.

“Then… who?” 

“Ms. Emma, please allow me to present to you my wives. Aella and Elektra Adrasteia.”

Samantha formally introduced her ladies to the woman with whom she had been talking.

Emma looked again from Samantha to the two women who now stood beside each other.

Aella bobbed her head, Elektra too bowed her head.

“You are…” Emma started but words failed her.

“Shorter than you imagined.” Elektra said, offering a smile. She reached for Emma’s hand. 

Aella and Samantha watched as Emma made to pull away but forgot when Elektra touched her so personally. No doubt she fell into that special place where their lover resided… and found though while human, Elektra deserved both the title and honor of her school of Léaina.

“Léaina Ariti?” Samantha asked the elder Asari who was dressed in a robe of creme with her badge of honor being a brilliant silver.

“Yes.” Ariti said unabashedly, reaching for Samantha and Aella who offered their hands to her.

When her head came to theirs she requested forgiveness of her Emma.

Samantha smiled and squeezed the Matron's hand. It was not the first time they had experienced prejudice… sadly it would not be the last. Sometimes though she was shocked at the reasons for their prejudice… if anyone ever asked her what might they fight against never a human judging Elektra for her humanity. Aliens often did but it was their first time experiencing it from another human.

“After the ceremony will you be free?” Emma asked, still holding Elektra’s hand.

Samantha watched as their wife gently passed the star struck woman off to an Asari who felt the shame her wife should have.

“I apologize that afterward I will be busy.” Elektra gestured to the retinue of gathered family and friends. “There is more for us to celebrate tonight.” She said. Sam felt her cheeks burn when emerald eyes fell on her, and a secret smile touched Elektra’s generous lips.

“Please excuse me.” 

Samantha  held her breath as Elektra approached her. Her presence is both soothing and electrifying. When her shorter wife reached for her hand she took it, not at all expecting being pulled against her, or so completely rolled under.

‘Kiss me my goddess. Kiss me like I know you want to…’

Delight filled Samantha as she was brought into the intimate embrace of her wife. There before family, friends and acquaintances Samantha slipped her arms over Elektra’s shoulders, pushing fingers up into perfect curls as she dipped her lips to kiss her breathless.

Strong hands slipped around her, pulling her body flush against the vision that was her fiery wife. Their passionate kiss was every bit a display, but damn it was an amazing one...

“Can I get one of those?” Berenike asked, popping around Aella, who stood with her hand on the small of their backs.

“No, it’s my turn.” This from Aella who gently pushed Bernie. “You got second kisses first last time.” 

“I did?” Bernie asked. “Oh… right, I did.”

Samantha laughed. By the end of the event she was sure that Léaina Elektra would be vaulted into Léaina lore, not because of the amazing way she broke down the barriers between Asari and their loved ones. Or the tireless work she did teaching others this revolutionary new technique, but that she was human, and gay and possibly had a harem to fulfill her every need...

Smantha tightened her arms around her breathlessly beautiful wife and kissed her again. “Wait your turn... “Sam replied, pulling her lips noisily from Elektras before capturing them again. Kissing her hard like she wanted to...

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N7 Month 2020 Day 2 Science

The jubilant sounds that floated from the far side of the garage made Tasoula pause. Somewhere within the garage was her daughter, Elektra. To hear her laugh was a blessing, the road to recovery for her little girl was long and slow… the beautiful sound was a break in the long night, since Amelie’s death. It had been really hard for their daughter after her mothers death. They had gotten her to eat again only a few weeks later, but all of her communication has been non verbal ever since.

“Wait now, just wait, we have to turn it on first.” Constantia’s voice. 

The desire to see the light once more in their little girls eyes had Matriarch Tasoula moving again, but then she forced her feet to stop. With Ame’s gifts Elektra would know she was coming long before she got there… and if somehow her presence ruined the moment… well she couldn't do that. Not to Tia who no doubt worked hard to get a peep out of their little firebird. Despite Tasoula’s longing to see the brilliance of Elektra’s face as she broke that dark shell in person, she would have to settle to see it later on the vid feeds.

On the far side of the room Her friend’s voice drifted “Safety first.” Tia chimed in a sing song voice. “There we go. Looking smart, and safe. Bonk for luck?” There was a pause once more. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” Constantia laughed. “Okay, you get to flip the switch. Wait, wait! We need a countdown first! Shall we ask our lovely assistant?” There was a pause long enough that Tasoula imagined her daughter's eyes shifting from Tia to the second body in the room, staring at them until they fulfilled the prerequisite requested. “Lovely assistant, would you please do the honors?”

“Of course.” Ismene’s soft voice, gentle and light as she chuckled. 

Tasoula shifted impatiently, the desire growing the nearer they got to it. Her long wait was interrupted by an urgent ping on her omnitool. Rolling her arm up she punched receive, opening the holo vid that suddenly showed her Tia’s shoulder, Ismene standing near by holding up three fingers, and her daughter sitting patiently. 

“Tría…” Isme dropped a finger.

Elektra was dressed up to the aurals in safety gear, everything she wore sized for an adult, gloves that covered tiny hands went all the way up to little biceps, copper locks held back by a crest cover.

“... dýo...,” Another finger went down.

Clear glasses protecting bright wondrous eyes, her tiny frame hidden under the wrappings of an apron too large and too many times wrapped around her. She looked ridiculous, and yet… perfect.

“..  éna!” Isme threw up her hands bouncing with the excitement only love and children could imbue within you.

Elektra threw her tiny arms up and laughed, a glorious bubbling laugh that filled the whole garage. Echoing past the shelves to Tasoula who held her breath and felt tears spring to her eyes as she glimpsed the little girl she fear they would never see again, and in her childlike jubilation, her mother who saw every day with those same eyes.

“Wait!” Tia laughed. “You didn’t flip it.” The camera panned from Elektra’s face to the project sitting on the table. A hand molded peak sat waiting, Tasoula guessed for the explosion of what could only be “lava” waiting for ignition by Elektra who sat on the table with the switch. So caught up in the excitement generated by the women who were watching her, her precious little girl didn’t even flip the switch that would have set the device off.

Tasoula laughed. . . and that was enough. She saw Elektra look around on the screen, her eyes brightening every more.

“Goddess.” She breathed as Elektra looked her direction, not at the camera that watched but through the one who held it.

“Who was that?” Rhea, asked. Green eyes jumped up to the camera then again towards Tasoula’s location. The camera turned and her Huntress’s picture filled the com screen. “You might as well join us now Charis. Nothing else will be done until you arrive.”

“Thank the Goddess, I hate being left out.”

“Don't we all?” Tasoula asked Olethros who had by now crowded against her back to see the com screen where all the fun was being had. @n7month

[berryshiara]

Natsoar - What ails you 👀👀 the name is very curious and I'm intrigued about it!!

Healer and assassin, I LOVE the contrast of characters, so tell me what's this about, please? 🥺🥺

That was a typo lol. I fixed it now. But it is a story challenge that Natsora gave me. With these prompts Im sorry, I’m so sorry. Passing out A makes a mistake and B pays the price. Shiara :P Im sure by now Natsora doesnt think it will ever be done. I am so sorry about that! Healer & Assassin are about two of my OC's Older Matriarchs who are and have been so deeply in love with one another for a very, very long time. It actually started with the idea I asked my BFF if she thought Asari every were unable to have children due to age. She said no. So i decided we needed a Matriach love story that ended with a love child of their old age. XD Our Healer: Amaltheia (To soothe) Giatrós (doctor) - Born 999 CE Doctor of the Lupa & House Adrasteia. Mother to Gia; warm blue eyes. Hates flying in space, she is restless and fearful of dying forgotten and alone in space or otherwise. Our Assassin: Dido (Wanderer) - Born 891 AD, Matriarch Head of House Adrasteia Security and general to the reaper war. Three tattoo lines under her right eye and a strip on her bottom lip. Smoky blue color skin, eyes so dark they are called black. Her voice is smoky and smooth. One of the first women to meet Amelie. Assassin, Loves plants and has her own sun room full of succulents from a hundred worlds. Theia and Dido were watching a human child named Elektra one day when their "secret" daughter Gia comes home with her best friend Scheido Me whom they adopted long ago. And she comments about what she wants for her her 105th birthday. (which at the time she is only 103) (Amelie, the mother of Elektra is dying from cancer, and asked what she wanted for her 103 birthday.) Her family is surprised by this profession because they dont even celebrate birthdays. But they ask what she wants anyway. And Gia proclaims she wants a baby sister. Her mother gets really quiet and helps put groceries away, mystifying Dido who notices she does not protest. And it all goes down hill from there. XD

thank you so much for asking~

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N7 Month Day3 Cooperation

From my Asari-centric Saga Inescapable Honor. Amaltheia stood there shocked as they brought in the battered young Turian who was courting Mnemosyne. “What went on here?”

Slung between Dido’s shoulder and that of Olethros who was grinning aurel to aurel hung the ashen faced bloody beau of their Charis’ first born. 

“Yes, Phaedrus, please tell us how you got this way?” Dido asked as they turned and thumped his armored hide down on the examination table.

His colors deepened as he cleared his throat. “I uh, I had help down the stairs.”

Amaltheia’s brow ridges rose in shock and turned to the two Asari that had carried him in. “Someone pushed him down the stairs?! Who?”

Olethros snickered. “Is that all Captain?” She asked trying in vain to straighten her face. 

“Yes, return to your post.”

“Ma’am.” Olethros jogged off the way they had come in a laugh her departing gift to the flummoxed Turian who now was given into Theia’s care.

“Lay back please sir.” Amaltheia put a hand to his shoulder and guided him back while Dido moved to swing his legs up onto the exam table. Stepping back, the scanner lit up, a holo grid forming over his barreled chest.

“There seems to be a spiral fracture in your right arm, and a crack in the carapace of your right leg, no doubt where it met one of the many stairs you fell down. Honestly, what happened?” Amaltheia asked looking to Dido, who remained behind.

“Our service man got handsy in front of Elektra… she found the need to defend her sister from sexual assault. Using both the lay of the land and objects on hand to best a superior enemy.” Dido fairly glowed with pride as she explained the true fate of the young Turian.

“Elektra?”

“Mmm.” Dido nodded, trying admirably to hide the pleased expression, and subsequent bounce she did under such circumstances.

“Is it… normal... to train a child so young in deproelior?” Phaedrus asked, shifting on the table to better see his physician.

“I think we can all agree this is not a normal family.” Theia said putting a hand to his shoulder, to be sure he stayed down long enough for the scanner to finish. She winced when she met his eyes again. Though Turians had tough skin, his tumble down the stairs had banged up his head, snapped a bit of his frill, broke his nose, which blacked his eyes. 

He grunted, pushing against her hand, trying to sit up. Surprised a naked brow raised. “Cooperation is in your best interest.” 

He sighed and allowed himself to lay back, relaxing under her hand. “If we had more Turians with gifts like hers… the humans would not have routed us at Relay 314.”

Dido snickered. Phaedrus chuckled and then groaned. “Please Captain Dido... “

“I’m sorry, I am, truly. But I can't help it. All that training we did to teach her what was appropriate touching…” She snickered again before covering her mouth. “Okay, Im going! There is hell to pay still. Good luck Phaedrus!”

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Cast: Amaltheia Theia - Healer for house Adrasteia - Asari Matriarch Dido - Captain of security - Asari Matriarch Phaedrus - Soldier - Boyfriend of Tasoulas eldest daughter Mnemosyne - Turian Olethros - Weapons Specialist for the Lupa - and guardian of Tasoula - Asari Maiden Elektra - Daughter of Tasoula and Amelie Adrasteia, sister to Mnemosyne - Human female

@n7month

[berryshiara]

DD-TS - Spell

Daily Drabble from my Asari Centric Mass Effect Saga, Inescapable Honor. To Skotadi time frame. AO3 Format

Dido stuck the umbrella into the sand and adjusted it so that it sheltered Theia. Her partner laying out the beach mat and blanket. A slender form raced past, skating just above the sands in a flash of blue, a laughter of such freedom making Dido turn.

Elektra was being pursued by Aella, as they lunged across the green sands. Flicking glittering shards of sea glass in every direction that caused Callidora to raise a brief Aegis to protect their elder healer.

“You aren’t going to play with them?” Amaltheia asked, grateful for the asist.

The bejeweled Asari snorted and shook her head. “Wouldn’t that be akin to chasing after the wind?”

Dido raised a brow ridge. “Would it?”

The young woman shrugged mostly nude shoulders. “We can’t all be bespelled… can we?”

Dido’s expression softened into a smile as she turned dark eyes to see Elektra expertly dodging her determined guardian.

“I don’t know.” Dido said feeling more than a little nostalgic all of a sudden. “I am pretty smitten. You my love?”

“Totally under her spell.” Theia answered as she put a hand up to her brow and watched the tireless duo now on the far side of the beach. Aella was picking up lume sized balls of sand and flinging them at their fleet footed god-daughter.

Little Philea had joined them, her tiny body hoisted up by her human sister and tossed over a shoulder as she dodged another lunge by Aella.

“Goddess bless.” Thea murmured. Her attention shifted from the blessed sounds of their joy to Callidora. She was younger than Aella by quite a few years, but not at all beyond the realm of being someone who might interest their firebird.

In Calladora, Dido could see a lot of their lost Guardian and friend. Hyldryn had seen in Aella a potential for Elektra greater than herself. She had also come a bit later to the proverbial party. Only being inducted with the other members of To Skotadi after the age of five. But none of them had been told not to interfere with Aella and Elektra’s growing relationship.

“Not affected at all hmm?” Dido asked as she settled down on the beach mat beside Theia.

Callidora looked down to the comfortable couple and shook her head, flashing a smirk. “I know what you are doing.”

“Do you?” Dido asked.

“Are we doing something?” Theia asked as she looked to her partner.

“It is not a well kept secret that Aella has been chosen to be an equal to Elektra, but I am more than happy to be her guardian and friend. She will grow quickly soon, the more of us who can be her confidant and guide, the less she will feel pressed, and pushed. Let her hold on to this innocence at least…” Callidora watched them as they turned back down the beach, headed right for them. Her smile of affection brightening blue eyes.

Dido gave a tip of her head to the jeweled Asari who once again brought up her Aegis to deflect the wave of sand that had been thrown their way on the couples next pass. 

As promised she let them play, as seemed to Dido’s surprise, all of their teammates did today.

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Character Spotlight

Inescapable Honor & Drabbles

Aella Kouris - Adrasteia- ( Stormwind, Someone who lived in a forest ) Daughter of a Krogan Mercenary

Born 1949 CE, Birthplace: Thessia, Dassus Race: Asari Skintone: #004c4c Eye color: #b6b6b8 Skin highlights: #009999 Max Height: 6′

Aella is a dark skinned Asari with a natural highlight that brightens parts of her body going from dark to light starting at eye level, her face is highlighted, this continues down the soft skin of her neck and breasts, belly, inner arms and inner thighs. The underside of her crest, palms & the bottom of her feet too are this lighter highlighted color. Within these areas of highlight there are lights and darks for scars, or tattoos. But mostly she is unadorned by both. A smattering of dark freckles fall across this lighter skin tone, peppering across nose and cheeks more heavily, appearing more sporadic across the other lighter parts of her body. She has a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye. Her mouth is generous and can easily hold a smile. She has strong cheek bones and a dimple on her chin.

Face Claim

Early Years: Aella experienced the loss of her Asari mother Téchni at a fairly young age. She was still in college when she lost her to a violent death. Her Krogan father Zgar and half brother Burr are still alive. She doesn't really have much to do with her father as she blames him for her mothers death. But she is close to her brother.  She lost a lot of interest in her schooling after Téchni‘s death, Her mother was a gentle soul and guided her gifted daughter in the intricacies of sculpting and art in general. She was an artisan from a family of shipwrights and artists. When that guidance and passion died, it hurt Aella deeply. She grew angry with her father for his life spilling into theirs, disowning him for his part in Téchni’s death. She drifted a long time.

Huntress Years: She was recruited into a huntress cadre who specializes in bounty hunting, during her years of drifting. Finding solace and structure in their ranks. She found that an eye for detail worked just as well in the hunt as it did in the studio. When she met Amelie and Tasoula she was ready for a change and something more stable than the roving life of a bounty hunter. Realizing that soon she would be of child bearing age and that perhaps like her father her past would haunt her daughters.

Elektra was a great boon, her laughter and brightness became a precious commodity that Aella worked hard to foster. As a baby she loved to cause her to laugh... until Elektra experienced the heartache of losing her mother... Aella struggled with this loss as something personal as she relived some of the toughest times of her life through the eyes of her companion. Unlike Hildryn Aella took on the role of boon companion and playmate. Standing even at that young age as her friend rather than instructor and provider.

She has a strong sense of what is fair, and often finds herself a champion against injustice. She was always the first to stand beside Elektra, Not at all finding it difficult to humble herself and receive instruction from the child's teachers as a student herself. Never once did she belittle or condescend Elektra, always offering her hand and pulling her up after a difficult moment.

To Skotadi: It was only natural that Aella became the very vessel of Amelie’s every wish. She was given every opportunity to foster a love not that of a parent, provider or instructor but an equal. Both molding and challenging herself to be someone who complimented Elektra, challenged her and fueled her passions.

After the War: While Aella finds purpose in the rebuilding of the Adrasteian home, T’soni land and Thessia at large she feels stunted in her relationship with her wives. Feeling distanced by her Oestrus cycle and the fear that she will be torn away from them because of it, makes her build defenses against a problem that only truly exists in her head. She longs to give herself to them and begin their family but knows that right now what they all need is time...

Quote: “You are my Pygmalion and I am your ivory creation.” Aella to Elektra.

Tattoos: Later in the A New Dawn time frame she gets a tattoo on her arm, on her inner wrist of a garden planet  with two other orbit paths around it.

When held side by side with Elektra’s and Samantha’s they form a small star cluster. Their star being Samantha, The comet in the system being Elektra who orbits them both, and The planet being Aella..

Foible: She saw she was on the same path as her father whom she is still angry with for the death of her mother. She knows they are more alike than she would like to admit.

Strengths: It is because of her ability to see outside the box that Tasoula puts her into the running for position as her daughter-in-law but it was Aella’s tremendous propensity for humility that she is able to take the Matriarch up on said offer. She redesigns the person she has become to be the perfect mate for Elektra. In so doing she even manages to redefine her “color of life” to the gifted Alítheia Mántis (Truth Seer) . It is because of this meekness that when Elektra see’s this unusual but important color on Samantha she is willing and able to mold herself into someone whom Sam can love as well. Driven.

Faults: Stubborn & Driven. Because of these two faults she experiences burnout and becomes aimless. Recouping from her constant forward progress by having no direction at all. In the worst of times this can make her indecisive and meek. Under certain circumstances it can be a dangerous mix.

Biotics: Throw/ Pull, Annihilation, Lance / Biotic detonations are her specialty. Her niche is abusing the enemy with anything and everything, her annihilation field draining them as she holds them in stasis or bashes them around. Her lance is a last ditch attack, her preferred style of attack is very pugilistic rather than sniper. Her field buffs and replenishes herself and teammates.