#Jessa Pell

[berryshiara]

Chapter 7 is now up! Fen continues her chosen course, but finds out some uncomfortable truths along the way. The continued story of my Ardat-Yakshi Foínix Éleos. Her struggles to find her place in the universe, and come to terms with the woman she is and the woman she wants to be. Meet her quirky crew, devoted friends, and found family. Pallikári Teíchos & Foínix Éleos drawn by @maskydoo-main @maskydoolovesmasseffect

for Citadel Fashion Week 2021 She does such a wonderful job with them. Ty so much Masky for breathing life into them with your art. ♥

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Commission for @berryshiara of her lovely Jessa Pell 💜 Thank you for trusting me your OC!! ☺️

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Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi Chapter10- Mass Effect

It's hard to dream of a future when you dont believe you have one.

Chapter 10 now released! It took a few months but here it is! \o/

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[berryshiara]

N7 Month Day 2 Sushi

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Jessa’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega

CAST:

Afosiosi Astynomía(devotion) (stardust) - Mother of Adonia - grandmother giagiá of Foínix, a Hetaira working and living on Thessia. A very well to do lady. Owns a racing skycar Mark I 2055 Shadow - slate gray with red racing stripes and 8 point harness. Has a 2 story spired home on thessia. Her Caracara circles appear all the way up her face as tight lines striping her skin behind the cheekbones up to the corners of her eyes, her entire body is covered in them. There are flowers of life on the back of both hands where a new ring is added every 10 years. The flowers climb up her arms in groups of 100 years in tight ring clusters embellished with climbing victory plants. Knows the secrets of her granddaughter.

Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage, wears round wire rim glasses, practical & protective had never known life without slavery, her mother died in bondage.

Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi - only daughter - struggles with her hungers, and fears what she is becoming

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake, daughter of a krogan and Asari. She is part of a large poly-family. Has a big heart. Her mothers died from a violent attack from another gang trying to take over her krogan fathers land.

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Jessa looked up when Kari and Fen came through the front door carrying packages and groceries. There was a sort of glow to their faces, smiles that touched their eyes. It warmed her to see them like this, a glimpse of the bond they shared before she came into their lives. She hung back knowing Foínix would disengage if she tried to enter their space.

“We got care packages!” Kari’s tone pleased and radiant. She came right in after kicking her shoes off. Setting her package in Jessa’s lap.

“Who sends you care packages?”

“You mean who sends us care packages?”

“Yes, of course, that is what I meant.”

“Giagiá Sisi sent all of us a package! This one is yours!”

Jessa sat up on the couch, her hands going around the box that Kari left. “Mine?”

“Sisi… that’s-”

“Fen’s granddame.”

Jessa looked to Foínix who was setting her burdens on the table. It felt odd that she had to remain seated so that Fen wouldn’t run away. In a normal situation she would have willingly rose to render aid when her family got home. But Foínix wasn’t currently looking to expand that word to include her. Wary gold eyes flicked her way. Jessa gave a soft hopeful smile. Those flighty eyes shifted away, a hint of worry touching dark brows before Foínix wrestled them away.

What were her thoughts she wondered, about this whole ordeal… The first night they had met Foínix had cried. Terrible wracking sobs, terrified her actions had harmed Jessa, in that revelation Jessa had never felt more free. This woman who she felt connected to through Pallikári cared enough for her that she had cried. No one had ever cried over her before that day… no one since.

“How would giagiá Sisi know about me?”

Kari snorted and laughed. “We talk ya know.” Kari stopped what she was doing to look over at Jessa. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, not at all.” She smiled, dropping her feet to the floor to better see the package.

Fen flicked a knife out of… somewhere, expertly slicing all the top sides of her box before Kari pointed to her own.

“Poke it.”

Kari used the “poke” Fen had made to slip a thick finger into it. Jessa sat for a moment spellbound as her large but gentle Lady stuffed her finger into the hole and then tore the sealing tape open with a quick flick of her wrist.

Kari didn’t even know that the other two people in the room watched with rapt attention as the muscles in her arms, neck and shoulders coiled then released as the tape gave way. If she had been at the table Jessa would have missed the reaction Fen had to the casual display of Kari’s strength. A fact Jessa knew by the darkening of Foínix’s crests, it made the spots that were almost invisible appear as she blushed; like stars that appeared only in the darkness.

There was still a blush on Fen’s face when she turned to offer the small curved pocket knife to Jessa. Those flighty gold eyes blazoned like the sun unhidden. Jessa saw Fen’s feelings, and whether she liked it or not, shared them. For a heartbeat she felt they shared something, a moment of truth.

“YES!!!”

Kari’s jubilant cry broke that poignant moment of intimacy between them. Jessa followed Fen with her eyes. Her small dark housemate seeking space and refuge in the kitchen. She put a low half wall between them, a physical barrier that left her once again to fill the space.

Rising from the couch with box and knife in hand Jessa came to the table to see what had her strong lady so excited. Her box was literally issuing a white vapor cloud that crawled out to spill heavily along the table.

“Goddess yes, giagiá loves me!”

“What…”

Kari’s hands tucked into the box, pulling out a platter, setting it on the table she pulled the lid off to expose strange and yet colorful rolls. They were beautiful pieces of art… that Kari picked up in her fingers and then proceeded to stuff into her mouth.

“...”

Jessa pushed Kari’s hands back. “Wait, wait! Stop.” She laughed as Kari slung an arm around her and pulled her back against her body while picking up another beautiful obviously edible roll and stuffing it into her mouth with a deep throaty groan that had Jessa’s stomach doing flip flops.

“Wait!”

“Nope, all of them are mine. All mine.”

She caught Pallikári’s arm being lifted off the floor as she tried to hold it back even as she was held in the other arm. “You can have them all! I just wanna take a picture before you devour them!”

Kari held her, all 130lb’s of her dressed and the decorative brightly colored roll without a hint of it being too much. Her smiling mouth poised open to gobble the treat.

Jessa dropped her feet to the floor, raising a hand over that beautiful cheeky smile. “Just a moment, Please?”

“Well— ” When she spoke, those soft lips played against Jessa’s palm sending butterflies straight to her belly. “...since you asked so nicely. I might be able to manage a moment without them in my mouth.

“They are prettier that way.” Jessa pointed out.

Kari chuckled and placed the roll back onto the platter, just as gently as she set Jessa free.

“What are they?” Jessa asked as she raised her omni and began taking pictures.

“Sushi.”

Already feeling aroused Jessa felt her butterflies intensify as Fen answered her question. The honey thick tone of her rich accent doing the same as Kari’s strength.

“Sushi?” She asked. “There must be ten different types here.”

Fen came out of the kitchen, leaning against the corner of the dividing wall on the opposite side of the table from them.

Jessa dropped her eyes, afraid of Fen’s sharp perceptive powers.

“It is a mixture of fish and rice.”

“It looks raw.”

“Most of it is.”

Jessa made a face as Kari picked up a green wrapped roll and proceeded to peel it open with a soft throaty sigh. Reverently she took a small bite, letting blue eyes roll closed as she groaned in pleasure.

“That is funazushi. The fish is salted and aged. If Sisi sent it, it’s probably the kind that have been aged for five years.”

Kari took another bite of the roll groaning again, her hand pressing against her mouth. She nodded slowly, her eyes still closed.

Jessa flushed, biting her lip as Kari seemed to make love to the food in her mouth. “Five year old fish...is it really that good?”

Kari whimpered licking her lips, and then her fingers, as she nodded.

Fen made a face and shrugged. “I do not have the same appreciation that Kari does.” Gold eyes following Kari’s actions.

As the final tidbit of the funazushi disappeared into her Lady’s mouth Jessa asked aloud. “Does anyone?” Her words a little breathy as another deep thick moan came from Kari’s throat.

Fen’s laughter didn’t help her situation. “I have not seen anyone appreciate it like she does.”

Kari groaned as she shifted to look at the gifts that Giagiá sent her. Her large hands touching the platter with the softest caress. “Fen.” She whispered, licking her lips. It makes me want to cry, it’s so good.”

When Jessa looked, indeed there were tears forming in Kari’s eyes. Glittering and bright. “What did I do for this kind of love?” Her question was a whisper from behind the press of blue fingers.

Moved by Kari’s vulnerability she reached for her hand. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her as she looked down to see Fen’s hand with them. Surprised she looked to Foínix, there was a hard determination to her face, and though she often retreated in Jessa’s presence, she did not here.

“You don’t have to earn her love.”

Kari laughed, and cried, her large hand able to squeeze both of their hands. Her thumb enfolding over the back of Jessa’s hand. For a moment the three of them sharing the same space, with the same goal. Comfort.

Realizing that the moment couldn’t last Jessa asked. “Was that everything that Sisi sent you?”

It was Kari who gently released them. Jessa sighed, grateful it hadn’t been Fen.

Sniffling Kari picked up the package that had kept her box cool during shipping and handed it off to Fen. Their actions speaking volumes. She knew that Kari didn’t think about it… but Fen was calculating, everything she did, she did with purpose.

Jessa found herself following her house mate with her eyes even as Kari began pulling other things out of her box and setting them on the table.

When gold eyes met hers she looked to see what Kari was doing.

A few blue figurines were lined up on the table. It took her a moment to realize that their positions to each other had purpose. “She got the rest of the team!”

Each of the little blue figurines only about an inch in height wore matching gear. Their outfits, uniforms, with numbers and names. Jerseys that identified each uniquely.

“Is that your favorite skyball team?”

The bright look of surprise on Pallikári’s eyes was worth the effort it took to remember the sport.

Jessa flushed, returning that surprised smile. “Was that everything?”

Kari smiled and nodded. “Everything in my box, how about yours?”

“Oh.” Jessa looked down to the box that she had gotten. Her curiosity returning full force. “I don’t know. Lets see.” Using the wickedly hooked knife she slit the box open. Her eyes shifting to Kari as she stepped closer to look.

Inside the box the first item revealed was a hand printed note on intricate folded paper. It rested on a black tissue paper that kept the contents of the box veiled the entire inner contents wrapped in a single red ribbon. Jessa felt oddly breathless just by this beautiful presentation. It was the first gift she had ever received in such a manner. Lifting her arm she took a snapshot before disturbing anything inside of the box.

“This is really pretty.” Beside her Fen leaned in to see what she was speaking of, a brief smile touching dark lips before she hid it behind her omni present coffee cup.

The note easily slipped out from under the crimson ribbon, taking Jessa a moment to figure out how to open it without ripping it. “It’s… its written in Alliance standard.” She looked up quickly to Fen who spoke such to her.

“With Giagiá Sisi it's all about the details.” Fen’s warm accent filled words touching her.

Jessa felt flushed as she read the words written for her.

I look forward to getting to know you. Until then, I hope you find something that brings you joy in my gift. Goddess willing, I found something as special as you are.

Come visit A.S.A.P..

Bring my sweet girls with you.

Love Giagiá Sisi.

“Wow, I might be a little in love with Giagiá Sisi.” She admitted offering the paper to Foínix.

“Right!” Kari said as she moved a chair nearest her out of the way so that she could sit cross legged on the floor, patting her lap in invitation.

“Come on. Lets see what's in your packages! I can’t wait!” Kari just as interested in their gifts as she was in her own.

Jessa smiled at Pallikári thinking how wonderful and endearing she was.

“Come on Fen! You too!” She made a summoning gesture and pat her lap. “You saw mine!”

Thinking about it Jessa shifted her attention to Fen. Would she run? She couldn’t help but wonder, as a pattern seemed to be emerging between them all.

Fen didn’t meet her eyes as she picked up her still unopened package, and mug of coffee, curling into Kari’s arms. Jessa sighed inwardly, grateful that one thing seemed to remain true about her dark housemate… she could only guess what Fen would do next.

Picking up her box she brought it over to the little family circle, slipping into it with her gift in hand.

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[berryshiara]

Fictober day 3 "I've waited for this."

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega, year 2159.

CAST:

Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake Pallikári felt the only way for this to get off the weird tilt it was on now was action… Leaning down she brushed her lips against Fen’s. Her heart hammered in her chest as Fen sucked in a sharp breath just before she caught her. Taking advantage of parted lips, Kari slipped between them and found Fen waiting— Soft, warm, inviting. Her heart felt as if it might burst, as Fen not only responded, but welcomed her.

Slender arms slipped around her neck as their kiss deepened, her small frame pressing flush with Kari’s body. Fen groaning into the kiss made Kari blissfully lightheaded. The kiss was everything she had dreamed it would be, and so much more.

“Goddess…” Jessa whispered, a hitch in her breathing.

When the kiss broke Kari pressed her forehead against Fen’s taking in a quick shuddering breath. She wanted more, so much more.

Foínix seemed just as disinclined to part as she was. The press of her partner's strong body against hers, the feel of her arms around her. Her scent was heady, and more now than ever before it felt as if she could not get enough.

“I’ve waited for this.” Kari said, her voice breathy. Desire curled in the pit of her stomach, a need so strong she almost gave into it. Brushed her nose against Fen’s, their lips only a breath apart.

Fen was breathing so hard, it pulsed against Kari’s lips, begging her to take Fen into her mouth once again. What held her back was how private Fen was, how up until that moment they had never shared this type of intimacy. She had taken the first kiss without permission, if she understood the argument Jessa and Fen was having, she stole it, against Fen’s verbal wishes.

Kari tried to swallow the lump in her throat, almost as effectively as she tried to hold the rapid flutter of her own heart. Waiting for anything from Foínix, though it pained her. Patience wasn’t normally an issue, but in that moment it was something worn thin, with her heart beating so hard it would shatter against her own breast.

“I’m sorry.” Fen pulled back from her, small dark hands sliding up over shoulders and past Kari’s aurels.

Fen’s apology felt like a fist around Kari’s heart. She took in a quick pained breath as if she had been shot.

Fen’s gold eyes showed deep concern, as warm palms cupped Kari’s face. She leaned in sealing lips with Kari even as that pained noise somehow drew on.

She felt desperate, fearful, and joyously hopeful. The kiss was soft and reverent, and for a moment she was able to swallow all that emotion into trembling silence.

“I’m sorry you had to wait so long.” Fens words were hurried, breathless. “I’m…terrified.” She admitted.

In all honesty, Pallikári was too. She nodded quickly in understanding, even as Fen shook her head.

“I could not live with myself if you died because of me.” Her words were pained, a knife against the skin, drawing blood as they were spoken. There were tears in Fen’s eyes, and she trembled in Kari’s hands. “And now, now I will hurt more than one.” Her eyes shifted from Kari to Jessa then back again.

“How could you hurt us Fen? You saved us.” She reminded, only to have Fen shake her head again.

“You know why. I know you know why…” She took in a quick breath, biting her lip.

Kari knew, she shook her own head, hands coming to Fen’s cheeks. “I don’t care what danger you think you are. You saved us. That’s what you do. You save people… you have for nearly a hundred years. You will for hundreds more. Please…,” She leaned in and pressed her brow to Fen’s. “Please Fen…” (Fen's POV to this post made last year) @fictober-event, @maskydoolovesmasseffect If you want added to my tag list, please let me know.

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Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi chapter 8

Foínix Éleos is a young Asari Ardat-Yakshi who is trying to make her way in the dark world of Omega. Her desire is to make her world a little better, but as she hunts, and new desires arise, she struggles with the notion that she will never be a safe bet for anything more than ephemeral friendship. Join us on her journey. Artwork by

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N7 Month Day 1 Rebirth

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Jessa’s POV

Asari Centric story mostly on Omega

Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage, wears round wire rim glasses, practical & protective had never known life without slavery, her mother died in bondage.

Anfisa Leos - flower lion - Heteria. Matriarch thinking really hard about retirement, but finds that she feels fulfilment helping people. Even if she is jaded and sore about the universe and the way things are.

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Jessa sat quietly on the couch looking around the room filled with cubbies of varying sizes, each one holding its own bucket of rocks. Some of them in decorated pots, or painted pails. One was an entire shipping crate big enough for both herself and every personal effect she owned, filled to the brim with what seemed an innumerable amount of stones. Some of them were swathed in shrouds, some had a lot, some only a little, each one different from the next. In the spaces in between these pails were polished stones, beautiful and glittering in the soft light that filled the room. It was a room like none she had ever seen before. Jessa wondered if Kasiani too had a wall of rocks, or was that something unique to this Hetaira.

Rather than sitting behind a desk the aged Matriarch sat beside it. Her chair is simple, undecorated, forgettable. On the desk to her side was another basket of rocks, and a cup of pens. Amidst the alien surroundings and strange beauty sat Matriarch Anfisa Leos. A unique character that made Jessa feel things even without trying. Her garb was a single shouldered dress, with what appeared to be hand painted glyphs of gold and warm earth tones on a burnt umber base.

While not at all the model of Asari beauty she had come to expect, Matriarch Anfisa was no less stunning in her own right. She wore her scars as an embellishment. Scars that melted blue skin to a deeper waxy indigo against a soft blue backdrop. Beginning at her crest it looked as if something hot had been poured onto her, and as if she were a candle that had melted under the intense and unforgiving heat.

There was a crater in her crest where it began, slipping and pocking down her brow, disfiguring a cheek, making the skin pull at generous lips. Her neck nearly flawless as it fell onto Anfisa’s shoulder, and chest. It continued down her arm to her hand. Hints of the hot substance pocked her leg and splattered across bare feet. Jessa wondered if it hurt, especially near the joints where skin was forced to bend and stretch. The discoloring of her eyes left Jessa wondering what she took to cope with the life long disfigurement.

“Ask your questions so we can get them out of the way.” Anfisa’s voice was rough. Did the damage her body sustained reach inside?

Jessa felt anxious about this meeting, in human culture mental health was for the disturbed & deranged, or the wealthy who needed someone to hold their hand. If you weren’t the rich complaining about something your shrink said, you didn’t talk about it at all. She expected the Matriarchs words were about her scars, while she wondered what had caused them, or even why she still had them, Jessa felt a question less personal was probably a safe place to start.

“Do all Hetaira have a thing for rocks?”

Anfisa raised a brow ridge, obviously amused and not at all expecting Jessa’s choice of questions. Her features twisted into a warm if warped smile. “Do all teachers teach the same way?.” Setting the tablet she had in her lap aside, Anfisa let her hands rest in her lap.

Jessa pursed her lips, shaking her head.

“What is your next question?”

“Are you going to answer all my questions with a question?”

Anfisa chuckled. “Questions do more than answers do, but not all my responses will be another question.”

“Fen says you can help me.”

“That does not sound like a question.”

“Can you?”

“I hope that I can, but your success will largely depend on you. Do you want help?”

Jessa had thought about it since Foínix had mentioned getting it.

“Will I be able to become more confident, less afraid?”

“You can. Despite what the majority of the populace believes, you can teach yourself to be anything you want to be.” As she spoke, Matriarch Anfisa removed her glasses, squinted at them as a distraction before pulling the hem of her skirt up to rub them clean. Despite having just removed her glasses she looked over at Jessa as she cleaned them.

It was a gesture she knew well. A social pause, a moment to think. Or a way to observe without challenge. In most cases, it was hardly ever to actually clear your glasses. Most people didn’t even think about it as they did it. Did Anfisa?

“I want to.”

“Good.” When she finished Anfisa put her glasses on again before smoothing her skirt. “I have something for you, and a task that you must do with it.” Beside her new shrink there sat a basket of rocks… actual rocks. Each of them roughly the same size, naturally shaped. Big enough to fit in the palm of the hand. She picked one of them up and offered it to Jessa.

Jessa looked at the rock offered to her inquisitively before coming forward to take it. She turned it over in her hand.

“I would like for you to write something that burdens you on it.”

“Like?”

A scarred shoulder shrugged as she turned her hand. “Fear. Anxiety. Feeling inadequate. It can be anything that you feel as a burden.”

“Anything?”

Anfisa nodded. “Yes.” A marker was held up.

Frowning Jessa took it and scrawled a word on the rock.

“If you wish to share it with me it goes in this bucket.” The Matriarch pulls an empty bucket out from under her chair where it had been resting.

“And if I don’t?”

Anfisa gestured to the couch behind her, where a satchel lay over the back. It was made from patchwork leather, each a different color, with a sturdy shoulder strap. “That is yours. Your rock goes in it, and it goes with you. To be clear, the satchel is yours whether you want to share the burden or not, so you need not feel as if you must take this rock with you to receive it. No matter where you go, so long as you choose to hold onto the rock you must keep it in your bag, and your bag with you.

Jessa looked at the rock with its word written on it. “What if I keep it now, and share it later?”

“If that is your wish. You may at any time share it with me. I am always willing to help with your burdens.”

Jessa looked at the rock with the word she wrote on it. “What will you do when you read it.”

“I will ask if you want to talk about it.”

“I don’t”

Anfisa smiled, the skin pulling tight around her face making the terrible burn scars lighten. “It goes into the shared bucket anyway. I am not going to trap you into talking to me, there is no ulterior motive or secret agenda. Each day that I see you, you will have to write something on a rock. You can then choose to share it, or carry it with you as you always have. What I request will not always be the same, and some things will be harder than others.”

“What is the purpose of this task?”

“It is twofold. The first is trust. You can trust me, what you say here is safe. I will not share it with anyone.”

“Ever?” Jessa rolled the rock in her hand, feeling the weight of it.

“Unless there is a day you come to me and say I am able to share a specific piece of information with a specific person for a specific reason then I will never share the information.”

“What if I say I feel like hurting someone. Or hurting myself.”

“Do you?”

Jessa back tracked to the couch, resuming her seat, taking with her the rock and the word that felt like an injury the moment she was told to write it. “T-that isn’t the point.”

“Help can be given to you if you wish to hurt yourself without revealing your secrets. As for the other, you do not strike me as the person who wishes harm on others. If you did, what authority would I call to stop you?”

Jessa looked down at her rock with a frown feeling her anxiety flutter in her breast. Did she really want to carry the rock around? Did it suddenly mean that much to her with that word written on it? She rubbed the rock with her thumb, feeling its smooth chalky texture as she thought about it. Getting up she offered the rock to Anfisa.

Anfisa reached for the rock, purposefully brushing against Jessa’s palm as she picked it up. Her skin was warm and smooth where scars disfigured slender fingers. Bright pale blue eyes read it then raised to look at her. Rather than placing it in the bucket Anfisa offered it back.

If she was confused about this Anfisa made it clear as she picked up the empty bucket.

Jessa placed the rock in the bucket, face down.

“What would you like to do with your bucket?”

“Do?” Her eyes shifted to the many that filled Anfisa’s room. Each of them on display.

“It is your bucket. You can do what you want with it.”

“Are all these buckets from other clients?”

Anfisa shifted, but did not turn. “Currently, every container in this room except one belongs to me. If your question is have I given a container to all of my cria, the answer is then yes. What has become of them all I cannot say, they are allowed to do with them as they wish.”

“Do people look at them?”

“They are allowed to, yes.”

“Why do people put their burdens on display?”

“You are mistaken, all of these burdens are mine, and I choose to display them to help others understand that while what they are feeling is difficult, they are not alone in these feelings. They aren’t the only ones who fear being afraid, or being forgotten. There is comfort in that.”

“Are these all your clients?”

Anfisa did look now, her smile soft, proud. “No. There is not a room big enough for that. Some of them have no buckets. They dispose of their fears and burdens, choosing to throw them away.”

“Where do they go?”

Again the older woman shrugged her bare scarred shoulder. “Who knows. Wherever they are cast they are forgotten.”

“Once they throw them away do they ever have them again?”

“Many times. Throwing them away is a constant battle, a fight that you must always continue until you figure out why you have them.”

Jessa frowned looking at the rock near Anfisa’s bare feet. “D-do they … Do they ever go away?” Her throat felt as if it were being squeezed, causing her words to fall into a whisper.

Anfisa reached down, tapping the bucket with slender fingers. “You can stop being afraid of this but you will still feel fear. It is natural, and it can be healthy. Air is always around us, it touches us always, but it is most often not a burden. The battle you fight now is exhausting, but it won't always be. You get better at throwing them, better at fighting them off, until one day you wonder why they were a burden at all.”

Jessa wiped at the tears that touched her eyes, scrubbing the moisture off on her pants. “If they stay on the wall is it the same as casting them away?”

Anfisa tipped her head. “The burdens you leave here are not yours any longer, you gave them to me.”

“But…” Jessa sniffled rubbing at her brow not wanting to feel the wave of emotions that felt as if they were stretching out inside of her. Twisting her into different directions all at the same time. “But you said the bucket was mine.”

Anfisa nodded. “It is, but the burdens inside it once placed on the shelf are mine until you return to either collect them, or cast them into the depths of Omega where all the forgotten fall.”

“Why?” Jessa summoned her anger trying to push the emotions back. Hardening her face and stiffening her limbs. She didn’t want to cry over rocks…

“Because that's what happens when you share your burdens with a friend. We help carry their weight until you are ready to cast them off.”

Jessa took in a shuddering breath stunned as it all fell into place. “Are we friends now?”

“New friends.” Anfisa said with a smile that softened the dark scars on her face.

Jessa let out a quick breath wiping at more tears. God dammit she was going to cry about rocks. Sniffling again she held her hand out. “Can I have another rock?”

Anfisa was surprised by this but she complied, handing a clean rock over to Jessa.

Jessa wrote another word down on the rock, and showed it to her Hetaira.

It was Anfisa’s turn to be perplexed.

Jessa took this rock over to the couch where her satchel lay, and placed it with a gentle hand into the bag. When she was done sealing it she pulled the bag over her shoulder and let it come to rest against her side.

“Why would you do this?”

“Because, as I carry this rock I will be reminded of the good in my life. Of the friends I have, and the importance of the gifts they give me. If I carry something around I want it to be positive things that can strengthen me.”

Anfisa pressed her hands together, bowing her head over them. For the briefest moment she held the pose.

“D-did you… did you just pray?

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I thanked the Goddess that even I can be taught things at my age.”

Jessa blushed. She might have stood there the rest of the night without recourse had it not been for Anfisa helping her past the moment.

“Have you figured out what you want to do with your bucket?”

She looked to the wall before looking back at the bucket at Anfisa’s feet then back to the wall once more where the giant crate sat with all its burdens piled in it. Would her one burden help someone?

Anfisa sat quietly watching her as she tried to make a decision.

“Can mine still help someone?”

“Because there is only one?”

“Yes.”

Again that soft smile appeared as Anfisa nodded. “Always. Perhaps it is the very one someone else needs to see.”

“Then… I” She shifted then stopped herself. “I would like to leave it here… on the wall.”

Anfisa stood with the bucket and offered one side to Jessa. “Would you help me put it into the wall?” In a very real sense Anfisa helped carry her bucket with its burden to one of the unclaimed cubbies on the wall.

As they slid it in Jessa asked. “Is the big one yours?”

“Currently all of them are mine.”

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Fictober Day 6 Didnt we already have this conversation?

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega, year 2159.

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake

Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage

Hoss - Salarian seamster

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?”

Pallikári looked up from where she was watching the Salarian try to get the pins right around Fen’s crotch. He kept fussing with letting it out and taking it in. Tisking and shaking his olive and tan head. Not at all pleased with the way things were working out.

“I’m sure we did.” Fen was standing with hands on her hips, in a breast wrap, the notable lines of her body exposed by bright overhead lights. The hot lights did wonders to expose the way Fen’s micro scales were a mixture of dark and light stars amidst the depth of space. The gunshot to her shoulder blossomed like a supernova. Pale knife wounds looking like shooting stars.

Kari was glad that the current conversation was not for her.

“It matters not. I stand on what I said.”

Fen grunted, muscles tightening in her defined abdomen. She looked… dark and dangerous, even garbed in white. “I don’t think it matters what tradition says. If the brides want me in white… I go white.”

“Why is that?” Hoss asked. “Are they both going to be dressed in white?”

“Yes.”

“And you.”

“Yes.”

“Are you their groom?”

Gold eyes shifted to meet her. They pulled Kari from her distant observation of something wonderfully mesmerizing. There was that look in Fen’s face. Quiet, calculating. Kari felt giddy, her heart speeding up. “Not that I have been informed.” She said, her eyes never leaving Kari.

Heat flushed up from her core, spreading like fire up her spine until it infused every peekaboo and splash of skin visible to the naked eye. She could have hid it no more than the sun at daybreak. What would she give to have this beautiful woman allow her to be claimed by them? “Are you sure?” Hoss asked then made an amused sound. “Perhaps they are saving that for the wedding day.” “I am.” Foínix said without hesitation.

She was right, they would never entrap her into bonding with them. Never spring that idea last minute on her before the Goddess and everyone. It would feel like a betrayal, and therefore a joke played on Fen.

“Will they later?” Hoss asked, sounding irritated.

Kari sat very still, even though her blush grew under Fen’s continued direct gaze.

“Why do you ask that?”

Hoss stopped his agitated pinning to sit back on his heels and look up at Fen. “You are joking right?”

Fen dropped her gaze, raising a brow. “Because you are wearing WHITE!”

“So?!” She shrugged, putting her whole body into it.

Hoss almost pinned his own hand with the pins he was still holding between his lips when he rubbed a hand over his face. “Human’s use the color white for their brides at weddings. NO ONE but BRIDES are ALLOWED to WEAR, WHITE!” He said, trying to get them to understand.

Kari didn’t care, Fen looked amazing in white and honestly should wear it more often. More specifically, white pants, with her top off…

Fen looked up from Hoss to Jessa, her brows expressing surprise as understanding lit gold eyes.

Jessa gave a smile.

“At last!”

“White is the bridal party’s color. All of us are wearing them.”

Hoss looked back at Jessa who finally spoke, the pins in his mouth twitching. His agitation melted away as she shrugged narrow shoulders and shook his mottled head. “I make no judgments. IF the brides want white, we do white.” He said quickly, returning to correcting the pins once again.

“Is this going to take much longer?” Fen asked.

“I hope so.” Kari said and smiled when gold eyes returned to her.

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WIP Whenever

Thank you for tagging me @natsora i love doing these! Tagging @1esk19 , @foxx-queen , @forlornmelody if you want to play! And anyone who feels interested, tag me so i can see! <3

From my Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi

Chapter 4 exert

Foínix Éleos- Fen - Asari - AY

Zena Éleos- Asari - Father of Foínix

Jessa Pell - Human- Girlfriend of Pallikári Teíchos

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari - Best friend of Foínix

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“Hey matchstick. What's burning you?” Zena’s voice husky, distant.

Fen’s jaw tightened as her fathers voice rose above the continued com chatter, cranking on those bands in her chest, the ones that made breathing difficult. Rolling her shoulders she clenched her fists and shook herself as she trotted through the underworld. She wasn’t good at feeling vulnerable… it left her tight and shaky and almost always ended in tears. She hated it. Even though she had cried not so long ago, she struggled with its weight; or maybe because of it. Far from cathartic it seemed a crack in the dam that held back her uncertainty, pain and fear, and she was losing her grasp on holding it all together.

Would Jessa put a wedge between them?

Would she lose her own personal piece of Parinth’s light?

Would she slip into the growing madness unnoticed, her screams for help unheard?

Gulping another deep breath, Fen worked hard on pushing back the creeping darkness.

Not a great mood to start work on if she were being honest. Shaking her head she took another deep breath, expelling it as quickly. If she believed everything was alright it would be… right? That scared little voice asking as she tried to control her breathing and the urge to run.

‘Mothers serenity…’

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Fictober Day 15 I like that about you.

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake, daughter of a krogan and Asari. She is part of a large poly-family. Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi - only daughter - struggles with her hungers, and fears what she is becoming

Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage, wears round wire rim glasses

Kari felt a little weak as Jessa worked Fen’s shirt down over her shoulders, revealing her back. There was a large bandage there, one of the biggest ones she could not dress herself. The wound marring the beautiful full back tattoo of the creature of which Fen got her name.

“Honey… please sit down, I can feel the trembling in my chair.”

Kari pulled her hands off of Jessa’s chair, rubbing them.

“It’s going to be okay. Get that chair there if you want to help, or watch.”

Kari picked up the stool and brought it over. Her guts twisted as Jessa began pulling at the tape, causing Fen to hiss. She shifted putting the stool down but stood there watching as Jessa tried to pull the tape slowly.

With another grunt Fen put her brow on crossed arms, holding the back of the chair she was facing.

“Did someone do the bandages wrong?”

“Not likely, there is a lot of seepage going on I think. It is knitting into Fen’s microscales around the wound as it hardens.”

The muscles in Fen’s back danced under duress. “Rip it off.” Her words breathy and pained.

“I can’t do that.” Jessa said, her hands stilling as Fen’s knuckles went white.

“When I was little one of my sisters used a star pod to try and give me my own set of tattoos, like our mothers. By the time the pain was too much, my arm looked like minced meat. We used cloth to wrap it up, trying to hide what we had done. When they found it at the end of the day, Chartessa had to use body oil to make it release. Maybe we could use that to help Fen?”

“That’s exactly what we could do! Kari! You are brilliant!” Jessa stood up to get the oil, pausing to hold Kari in a kiss.

She was flushed and feeling lighter than she had just moments ago as Jessa hurried off to get the oil.

Gold eyes caught her attention as Fen turned back to look at her, intensifying the flush already present. Fen’s smile made the already roused shimmer of dancing fish swirl faster in her stomach and chest.

“What?”

Fen shrugged a nude shoulder dipping her head to the side. “Love looks good on you.”

Kari was sure by the heat that radiated in her face that she was as bright as a warning light in full dark. Thankfully, neither Fen nor Jessa said anything about it.

“Here, I got it. Scoot over.” Jessa thrust her chin out making shooing motions with her free hand.

“What? Me?”

“You were the one who this technique was done on, out of the three of us.”

Kari blinked. “But… my, my hands are rough.” She held them up looking at the calloused palms and fingertips.

Neither of them had the opportunity to speak as Fen’s hand came to rest over them.

They looked up in curiosity.

“I like that about you.”

That flush she had wore only moments ago, returned. Now she had to do this… clearing her throat she held her hands up for the oil.

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Fictober Day 8 This is it, isnt it

CREDITS

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega, year 2159.

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage

Pasha - Asari - Léaina (Léaina - Trusted women who help asari through their heat. There are private Leaina and commercialized Leaina. They are guardians, protectors, psychiatrists, and spiritual advisors.)

Kari felt giddy, the school of dancing fish was threatening to make her sick. She was alternating between a nervous wreck and burning up. She had already stripped down to her bra and shorts and was still sweating. “Is it hot in here?”

“It is if you say it is. Would you like me to turn it down more?”

Taking a deep breath she nodded. “Please.”

Pasha flicked open her omni-tool to lower the temperature even further, bringing a small blast of cool air, and a moment of relief.

“Would you like anything else?” Like anything else? Goddess yes… but that was why she was here wasnt it? Kari bit her lip shaking her head. She didn’t want to tell Pasha how much she wanted Fen in this enclosed space with her. Fen’s hands on her body, Fen’s mouth… Goddess no thats not something she should be thinking about at this moment. It was really counterproductive.

“This is it, isn’t it?” She asked Pasha, trying to distract herself from the fantasies that kept rising up.

“This is what?” Pasha asked, so calmly.

Kari paced the confined space eight paces from side to side… eight short paces to the corner. Four to the bed, eight paces back. “Sweet Allmother, why are we such accursed people?”

“Do you feel cursed?”

Pallikári paced back to the clear plastisteel wall that separated her from her Léaina. “Yeah, a little bit.” She pressed her brow to the wall and closed her eyes. Fen’s smiling face appeared, secretive and small but present. She sighed and opened tired blue eyes.

Pasha remained sitting in her chair on the other side, quiet, observant, attentive.

“I could get a sedative perhaps?” Kari frowned, shaking her head. “I always wondered what real heat was.”

“As opposed to…” Pasha crossed her leg, adjusting her robes before linking fingers in her lap.

“My heat’s before.”

“Not all heat is the same. But a lighter heat is a blessing. Why would you ever wonder about a difficult one?”

Kari snorted and smirked. “Because how could I know what they were feeling if I myself never experienced it?”

“You wanted to know what a difficult heat was like, so that you could say you experienced it and know what it feels like?” Pasha’s bold tattoos distorted in disbelief.

Kari laughed. “Now you got it.”

Pasha tipped her head. “Do you feel… informed?”

“I feel hot and horny.” Even as she said it Pallikári blushed. Feeling a small sense of sanity creeping back in Kari moved back to the tousled bed. The moment her hand touched the sheets, images of Fen arose once more. She gripped them and wondered if she permitted the fantasy to play out, would it help?

Her breath caught as lips found her neck. Rought, strong, gentle hands slipped against her hot skin, working town the furrow of her spines. Kari leaned forward, groaning.

“Can I ask, what has changed?”

She grunted, frowned and took a steadying breath as she opened her eyes.

Pasha… she still hadn’t moved.

Kari sat there leaning forward on the bed, hands tight in the sheets, feeling the pulse in her neck beat so hard it had to be visible. She licked dry lips. “I kissed Fen.” Even as she said it, she could hear the hunger in her voice.

“Oh. I see.” Her face was still so composed. So perfect-

“What does that mean?” She got off the bed again, pacing four, eight, four. She trailed fingers along the bedding. She could see her there, smiling, looking like starlight and deep space… The shimmer arose in her stomach again, heat radiating from her core. She smiled back.

“The reason for your intense heat is that you now have a true focus. You have never had a focus before.”

Kari bit her lip, dragging her eyes from the smiling Fen on the bed to Pasha on the chair. “I have a girlfriend.”

Pasha’s tattooed brows rose. “How long?”

Kari blushed looking away. “I would say eight and a half months.”

“What would they say?”

Kari shrugged. “Longer.”

“That will make important dates difficult.”

Kari snorted softly. “I’m all kinds of confused.”

“In a good way?”

Kari took a breath and nodded. “Yeah. I keep hoping I'll figure it out.”

“What is your girlfriends name?”

“Jessa.”

“What does Jessa think of Foínix?”

Kari smiled again thinking about how they had grown over the last few months.

“There that thought. Right there.”

She looked to Pasha as she stood up.

“Focus on that thought you just had. It is soft, and gentle, it is the love beyond your heat. It is what binds you together. It is the gift you need from the Goddess to endure this heat.”

Kari backed up, thinking about the growth of their relationships. She smiled thinking about how Fen would sit and braid Jessa’s hair before bed. How she found Foínix asleep in Jessa’s lap when she got off work. She sighed and smiled again.

“Meditate on that.”

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Fictober Day 29 Why are we whispering?

CREDITS

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake, daughter of a krogan and Asari. She is part of a large poly-family.

Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi - only daughter - struggles with her hungers, and fears what she is becoming

Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage, wears round wire rim glasses, practical & protective

Liviana Facolus - Sassy, prick of a female turian, knows she is beautiful, struts, and fans, loves to be noticed. Works as a hostess at the Sapphire Thermea

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“Hey.” Kari said when Fen appeared on her omnitool’s holo screen.

“Hey~” Fen’s words a whisper.

She was about to ask why Fen was whispering when a sassy familiar voice on the other side did it for her.

“Why are we whispering?” Fen squinted and frowned looking to Liv who pushed her face into view of the omnitools optics.

Kari chuckled. “Hi Liviana.”

“Oh, hi lover girl~”

Kari blushed as Fen’s workmate did her best impression of kissing noises. Her face suddenly disappeared.

“It's about freaking time you two figured out what the rest of us knew all along.”

“Do you mind?”

“No, not at all.”

“I’m trying to have a conversation here.”

“By all means.”

“You look cute when you are that shade of purple.” Jessa murmured from where she lay in Kari’s lap.

Fen’s face reappeared as Kari shifted her omnitool to share with Jessa.

“Oooo. Is that your other girlfriend? What’s that ancient earther saying?”

“Mind your own business?” Fen groused.

“No, no I remember, Go big or go home!”

Fen looked a little darker in shade too, lighter freckles appearing as her blush made them more visible.

“You both look good like this.” Jessa commented, making the two of them turn a few shades darker.

“Stop it.”

“Never.” Jessa quipped as she sat up and pulled Kari’s arm into her lap. “Ignore your workmate my love, why did you call us?”

Kari touched a hot cheek at the gentle affection.

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Fictober 21 What did I say

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake, daughter of a krogan and Asari. She is part of a large poly-family. Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage, wears round wire rim glasses

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Jessa chuckled, causing Kari to stop her story. Leaving her looking at her new friend with a tilt of her head. “Why did I say?”

Jessa shook her head, causing her hair to move like Damas grass ready for harvest.

“You must care for Foínix very much. You tell more stories with her than without her.”

Kari felt nervous all of a sudden, her eyes shifting from Jessa to the area around them. Eye contact too intimate. It was something she had heard before, from her own family.

A small hand drew her back to her friend. “It’s okay, really. I hope that we can be such good friends one day, I get to meet your special person.”

The tension in her shoulders softened, suddenly the tight bands that had appeared in her chest disappeared. She smiled. “I’d like that.” "Are you going to tell me the rest of the story?" Dipping her head Kari tried to remember where she was. "Fen had just caught the Varren by the tail." Kari laughed out loud. "Oh yeah!"

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Fictober Day16 Not this again

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake, daughter of a krogan and Asari. She is part of a large poly-family. Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi - only daughter - struggles with her hungers, and fears what she is becoming

Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage, wears round wire rim glasses

Drux Rur - Krogan Warlord - leader of the Crimson Skulls. Father of Pallikári

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“Not this again.”...

Whispers… she heard them, they didn’t mean anything. An adult looming nearby, they did that from time to time. Checking in on her, passing in and out of her life like wisps of smoke in the winters, or the fall of a snowflake. Kari didn’t care, her mothers were dead… there wasn’t much left for her to care about. She didn’t even care about not caring. She breathed and lived, but not because she wanted it.

She hurt, somehow surviving a gunshot and an explosion made her sire proud. He smirked and pat her on the arm. An action that hurt, as everything hurt. Even her aurels, inside her head ached, her eyes burned and chest hurt from the smoke that had nearly consumed her, after the shots and explosion, before the fire.

She lay quiet and dazed, not at all sure how to proceed. How to live. Her heart felt heavy, a hole where her mothers had resided, was now just a hole, where her life blood poured out each day she awoke and found the nightmares were not dreams.

“How’s my tough kid today?”

She wanted to please him, to feel the love he reserved. If she was quiet about the pain, quiet about the holes in her heart would it please him?

His visits were always abrupt, filled with conflict and disappointment. His interest lost quickly when she didn’t show signs of recovery fast enough. He would kink the tubes they used to feed her. And the oxygen they gave her to help laboring lungs. Tell her she needed to toughen up. To fight!

“Hey kid.” She wished he would stop coming, leave her alone before she was spoiled… Mama had said that. Allowed her to be little, allowed her to be soft. She lay there hurt beyond the physical. Her heart injured-- why didn’t they fix that? Why didn’t they see her bleeding from the wounds that scanners couldn't see?

“Hey little baby. Time to get up, your old man is here.” His words whispered in her skull, soft things hidden among the poisoned daggers he used to goad her into the course of action he desired.

“Why can’t you be more like your sister? She’s tough.”

They were whispering again today, angry sounds. She had to fight to stop his torment. To endure the injuries over time in quiet suffering so that he did not inflict more. At night she thought of her mothers soft touch. Lay there stroking her own crest, imagining her dame’s hand bringing solace and relief from the new harsh world she was left to cope in.

She worked her body hard, looking for his approval. Hoping he would have a moment without pain, just for her. By the time she was an adult it was just what she did, not what she thought about. Her coping led to heavy loads, and long hours. Her armor, muscles that she build upon her person to absorb the hits. To take the punches. It wasn't what he wanted, but he showed his pride for her ability to endure the pain. A grudging respect that he gave only after she was bruised and battered for the day. Exhausted by the damages as they hit her shields and barriers.

When she fell down he didn’t say good job. He didn’t call a stop to the exercise so that she could rest, and recover. “Trial by fire…” “Not this again.”

Hearing those words Felt like Drux smashing his war-hammer against her barriers. Telling her she could take another hit or else…

She stood there shocked, her blood pounding in her head, eyes dilating. Her biotics sizzled angrily against her skin, rising to defend herself, what little words she had ran from her, leaving her mute. She would take the hit… for his love.

“What the?”

Kari shifted her body so that she could put Jessa and Fen in her field of view. Never let the enemy behind you. Never give him a chance, he will take it…

“Whoa.”

“What?” Jessa looked up from what she was doing, annoyed.

“Stop!” To her credit Jessa froze. “Pallikári, look at me.” Her hands were up, palms down, empty, no biotics glowing. “That’s right, it’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you. You are safe. If you can hear men I need you to nod. Do you understand?”

Kari felt the urge to cry, crying meant more pain… she shook her head not wanting more pain.

“No, you don’t understand? Kari.”

Her eyes shifted to Jessa as she nodded. She felt confused, and weak. Weakness meant more discipline. Meant more pain. Her heart rate spiked.

“Little child, gift of Allmother, a precious life I am given.”

Kari’s attention jumped to Foínix as she began to sing.

“A duty that I love beyond this life I'm living.”

Kari shook her head pressing lips together, eyes closing.

“You are my blessing, my joy, my jubilation. Of all the life the Goddess made you are my favorite creation. Precious child.”

Kari blinked as tears filled her eyes.

“Within you I see wonder, the sum of my hopes and the fulfillment of my dreams. A promise made flesh from the lips of my lover. You I have labored to birth and to raise against the sword that threatens to sunder. My precious girl, live strong and live true. The darkness will threaten to swallow you. But you are the light, hope made manifest. A daughter of dreams and a lover's fevered caress.”

Fen stepped closer, her hand still showing it was unarmed, still extended. Slowly as she sang the lullaby. Her hand dark against lighter blue skin. Kari didn’t flinch.

“As you grow unchained and unfettered, I can see how special you will be, oh child of mine. Precious and kind, sweet and gentle, tender ever will you be, despite the darkness that seethes. Be not afraid my little Pallikári,”

Kari whimpered, swallowing convulsively. Her breath quick. She trembled in Fen’s arms, her biotics calmed, and melted away.

“When you are grown and have children of your own, you will always be our pure child of blue. Filled with wonder and love and all the blessings from our Goddesses above. Sweet child of mine. Daughter of Thessia. Daughter of mine.

Kari sagged in Fen’s hands, falling to her knees, even as Fen caught her. She sobbed against Fen’s shoulder, her arms encircling her as she cried.

She didn’t see the look of shock Jessa gave or the gentle invitation extended, but she felt Jessa’s arms. Their gentle touch, the soft whisper of her name. An apology that Drux would die before he gave.

“You will always be, my beloved daughter of mine.

Brilliant and bold, oh daughter of mine.”

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WIP MEME

Tagged by @illusivesoul Tagging: @1esk19, @inquartata30, @amys2885, @trashcanfiction no obligation Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi Timeline & Location: 2160 - Omega

Cast: Jessa - Human - Works for Vanguard Express Ludis: a FENRIS mech that belongs to Foínix Vath - Batarian - Owner of Vanguard Express Jessa actually breathed a sigh of relief when it was just her and the FENRIS named Ludis sitting at the corner of her counter. After a few moments to compose herself Jessa actually stood up to check on the mech, leaning over the desk to peer down at it.

Ludis sat obediently where it had been commanded, a meaty metal shoulder pressed against the wall, back paws splayed out on either side of its wide rump. Not at all the precision expected from a programmed mech…

“Sweet mother…” Jessa breathed when the Mech turned its face up at her, its lights shifting several shades deeper then lighter as if puzzling her out. “Even your faux dog is abnormal…” Leaning on her elbows over the desk she stayed there a minute contemplating the dark skinned asari with her dual colors of indigo skin like the dusk just before night and the light of dawn, their eyes the color of a Sol sunrise… Were they one of the bad people that frequented this place? The bright light of the FENRIS drew her attention once more. “You wouldn’t know would you?” she asked Ludis.

It rolled its bold face plate to one side then the others but had no answers for her.

After a pause Jessa sighed and sat back down. Was it ludicrous she had hoped the mech would answer? With a sigh Jessa went back to work, and tried not to think about the strange tiny visitor in the boss’s office. @maskydoolovesmasseffect @maskydoo-main

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Fictober day7 That could have gone better

Mass Effect Fanfiction Interview with an Ardat-Yakshi From Pallikári’s POV Asari Centric story mostly on Omega, year 2159.

CAST:

Pallikári Teíchos - Asari Beefcake

Foínix Éleos - Ardat-Yakshi Jessa Pell - human free from Batarian bondage Ludis - FENRIS mech

allikári came through the front door to find Fen flat on her back on a floor mat, her head resting against Ludis. Neatly tucked under a blanket, with her feet propped up on the couch.

“Looks like someone’s doctor visit could have gone better.”

Jessa came out of the kitchen looking cute in a belted oversized shirt, and tights. Her hair pulled back in a messy bun.

“Hi.”

“Hey, you look good.”

Jessa made a soft amused noise, or perhaps a shy one. “Thank you.” She leaned in against Kari’s chest, an arm sliding around her waist.

Kari rubbed her back as they both looked at the drugged, sleeping Foínix. “How is she doing?”

“She is doing well. Finally asleep. I couldn’t get her to lay in bed though.”

“Even private recluses want people every now and then.” They shared a smile, before sharing a kiss.

“How are you?”

Jessa smiled, leaning in for a hug. “I am doing good.”

“I take it by...” Kari motioned to Fen’s current unconsciousness. “... her appointment didn’t go so good?” “I don’t know all the details, but I heard she is healing slowly.”

Kari made a pained face as her eyes went back to her slumbering friend. Of late Foínix had found any other reason to not spend time just resting together. They use to lounge together, for no reason but to share time and space and energy. She missed it… missed her beloved companion. Now in her weakest moment Kari found herself wondering if she could initiate Sýndesi without Fen’s permission, or her refusal. Sighing she looked back to Jessa. “What are you up to?”

“Making a small dinner for us, and cookies for later.” Her girl caught her hand and squeezed it softly.

“Want some help?” If she were honest she was tired. Work was like a sick whirlpool sucking her down. It took a lot of effort not to let it get to her.

Jessa laughed. “I think my kitchen will be safer with your attention on getting some cuddle time with Fen.

Normally she would not hesitate, but would it be a betrayal if she did that without permission?

“Galene said it could help her heal faster, I offered, but you know how she is.”

Pallikári frowned, “I don’t think she wants sýndesi from me any more.” As she said it Kari felt as if she were being crushed. The idea that Fen would never share so much as warmth and energy with her made her physically hurt. “She hasn’t been herself these past six months.” She wanted it desperately, but at what cost? A moment of perfect wonderful peace for Fen’s long term displeasure seemed a poor payoff.

“ Honestly, I think she chose to passout here so that you could help.”

“You think?” Despite the past few months of hit and miss, she felt a small flicker of hope. “Well, she would have been more comfortable on her bed. Why else would she be out here? Go on, I have to check on our food.” “Will Fen be eating tonight?” “Not likely, Dr. Galene warned her to be ready to sleep when she took her medication.”

“I will move her to bed.” “Do that later.” Jessa pushed her softly. “Just go be with her for now.”

Was it silly that she needed permission? Probably, but she felt better, having reassurance that it was likely something Fen wanted.

“Hello my tiny ray of darkness.” Pallikári murmured as she got down on the floor beside Foínix. She lay over on her side and scoot in. Tucking long legs under the back of Fen’s raised thighs. Carefully she took over for Ludis.

“Show me your battery status.”

Ludis face showed a thin green line.

“You did good.” His low battery light being the perfect representation of how they all felt of late, wrung out by the world, and worry for Foínix. “Go dock.” The battery symbol went dark before he moved over to the charging bay. It was thoughtful how Jessa had moved it out of the bedroom for him.

“Good boy.”

Now that Ludis and Fen were relatively going to be okay, Kari reached down for a pillow, and tucked it under her head, resting her chin against Fen’s crest. She sighed, and by the Goddess it felt good.

“I miss you.” She admitted to her slumbering companion. She took another breath only to sigh again. “If I needed this so bad, how much more do you?” She asked, but knew she would get no answer. “Thank you Allmother.” The words barely more than a whisper as she allowed herself to slip into comfortable rest.

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