#laesia vakarian

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Snippet from The Messages in Between Chapter 2. Garrus' message to Shepard during their six months apart. I broke my heart writing it.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: July 25th, 2186]

I’ve gotten more comm buoys out to increase the hard lines of communication. I will be pretty busy dealing with them and getting them up and running. Mom is back on Palaven. Treatments went well. She’s starting physical therapy. She’s really trying. 

I can’t believe I’m actually seeing her walk. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 7th, 2186]

Okay, so I’ve learned from the best and started yelling. And the Hierarchy is listening again. My task force just doubled overnight and with more money. We have actual tangible stockpiles of food and medicine that could last us years in most of the colonies.

I’m finally getting somewhere on this, Shepard. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 11th, 2186] 

Have you heard from Liara? I could really use her right now. The terminus system is giving us trouble on our comm buoys. I’m hoping she has a few contacts that could sort that out. She’s not answering, though. Remind you of anyone? 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 18th, 2186]

I’m this close to reaching out to Wrex for help. Maybe if I got him a bottle of Ryncol, he’d be cooperative? I’d save it for you, but we all know what happens when you get your hands on it, Shepard. And you know it would kill me. Wrex just seems like the safe choice for it. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 24th, 2186] 

She’s in the hospital again. Spirits Shepard it’s bad. Something about her liver from the treatments.

I shouldn’t have hoped. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 2nd, 2186] 

We just held her funeral.

At night, when the wildflowers bloom. An old Cirpritine superstition. Your spirit can’t reach safe passage without them. The flowers guide the spirits back to the grounds of Palaven for final rest. 

I’ve never seen the fields fuller than they were tonight. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 2nd, 2186] 

On Omega, I thought I was going to die there and be stuck to haunt that rock.  Not exactly a lot of flowers flourish there. Thankfully I had you to pull me out.

I wish you were here with me now, Shepard. 

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 5th, 2186] 

My mom’s name was Laesia Vakarian. She used to design ships for the turian military. Mainly she designed smaller military vessels, but she was so proud of her work. 

Did you know she wanted me to steal Normandy blueprints when I told her I joined? I’m only half-joking. She was pretty upset she wasn’t asked to be on the project. 

She said the Normandy was something she’d always hoped for, a true invention. 

She didn't care about C-Sec or that I quit. 

My joining made her so proud. She said I got to be part of the symbol of the best of what turian and humans can do together. That I was destined to do great things with the opportunity. She was right. But I’m hoping there’s more we can do with the Normandy. 

Her eyes lit up so much over that vid call when I told her I joined. That was the last time I saw her as truly herself.  

I was so hopeful I would have seen that again. I guess that is what I get for being greedy in my hope.   

I wish you could have met her in her better times. 

She would have liked you, Shepard. 

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[masseffectfanwork]

Masterpost for the August theme: Family.  Thank you all to who participated!

Fanart:

I am proud of you, honey by @rock-paperback-scissors

Commander Shepard, f!shepard, Hannah Shepard 

Ririka Shepard. Colonist. Ruthless. The Butcher of Torfan.  by @untaintedtea

Commander Shepard, f!shepard, blood cw

Fanfic: 

The Gift of Family by @ellebeedarling

Commander Shepard, Kaidan, m!shepard, mshenko

Family Series by @estalfaed

Commander Shepard, Kaidan, m!shepard, mshenko

Day 1: Reds

Day 2: Together

Day 3: Lost

Day 4: Apart

Day 5: Dinner

Ambush by @mareel 

Commander Shepard, m!shepard, Hannah Shepard, Character Death

Blood Ties, Rebound by @the-hound-of-new-vegas

Commander Shepard, f!shepard, Aria, Miranda

Family Matters by @kyla-writes

Commander Shepard, f!shepard, Garrus Vakarian, shakarian

coffee and rain;  by @commandcrshepard

Commander Shepard, m!shepard, Ryder, m!ryder, shepard x ryder

Family by @a-man-adrift

Commander Shepard, m!shepard, Liara, mshiara

It’s Hard to be Brave by @thecouncilwasright

Desolas Arterius, Saren Arterius

Family by @emrisemrisemris

Commansher Shepard, f!shepard, Miranda, shepard x miranda

Rain on Distance Shores by @continuousspec

Garrus Vakarian, Laesia Vakarin, Solana Vakarian

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ME Fic: Rain on Distant Shores

Summary: Garrus has a conversation with his mom on Cipritine's beach. For @meflashfanwork prompt: Family.

Characters: Garrus Vakarian, Laesia Vakarin, Solana Vakarian

Words: 1125

Links: AO3

Damp sand crunched under Garrus’ feet, Cipritine’s shoreline spread for miles with endless rocks and tidepools.  Solana and their mom, Laesia, just ahead of him, searched for a secluded spot.    

“Here is nice.” Their mom pointed out a spot near flat rocks that lead to water. 

"I call the rocks!" Solana said, throwing her bag toward the ground and strolled off to the rocks, pocketing shells and driftwood along her path.  

Their mom placed down a towel down, trying not to disturb the sand.  She sat and turned to Garrus, patting next to her.  

“Sit with me for a bit.”

He followed suit, soaking in the heat and sights of the beach in silence for several minutes.

Clouds grew and shifted in the distances with winds pushing the scent of salt towards them.  Streams of rain fell from the clouds onto water, glinting in the light. The sun beat down, drying out small tide pools that formed from high tide.   Guard nets streamed down the coastline, keeping out the odd predators and beach goers within safe water levels.

“Looks like it’s coming this way,”  Garrus noted towards the clouds.  

“We still have time left,” she said, closing her eyes and tilted her head towards the sun, her brow plates furrowed a little.  “When are you leaving for the Citadel again?”

Garrus sighed and answered.  “Orientations in a week, like I said already, a day before Sol ships out again.”

“Right, right,” she said, now concentration on brushing away loose sand on the towel, clutching her mandibles close to her jaw.

“Everything alright?” Garrus asked.  

“I’m excited for you. I am, it’s just that,” she stopped and flared out her mandibles, twitching her nose.  

“Are you still worried? It’s on the Presidium, safest duty in C-Sec,” Garrus stated.

“Until you’re promoted, and that’s going to come quicker than you think,” she retorted, continuing to brush away at the sand.  She sighed, her brow plates dropped, as she looked out to the water.  

“You know, the first time we took you here, both of you,” she motioned her head towards Solana and continued to speak.  “You almost drowned.”

Garrus laughed at the change in subject.  “In a tidepool? One way to go out.”

She rolled her eyes at him in response. “Not funny. You were barely a spurs height and decided to run out of the tidepools and into the waves.”  “Your father just panicked as we lost sight of you.”

“Dad, panicking? Sure," Garrus said with doubt.  

“He might not be the best at showing it, but he worries about you two a great deal.” She glanced over to Solana, who laid down on the rocks. “Anyway, he froze, while you were dragged out towards the nets. I ran out there and pulled you out by your cowl. It felt like forever, even if it was barely 30 seconds.” She looked back towards him.  

“You were shivering, covered in sea grass, but you know what you did?”

“What?” Garrus asked with a small laugh. 

“You just looked at me and yelled ‘let's go again!’”  Her mandibles flared out in a smile, but her voice dualed a somber tone. “I mean we both knew you were never in any danger, the waters a barely a half a meter tall, but the threat, even with the net, is still there.”

 Garrus hooked his around her arm and patted it with his other hand, trying to reassure her.  “I know what you’re getting at, I know there are still dangers, but trust me, it’s way safer than my deployment with the Resolute. I’m going to be fine.”

“I guess, I don’t know. That’s all unknown to me. I was stationed on Menae for most of my service, never patrolled, the ships came to me.” She rested her hand on his and gave it squeeze.  “But I know the dangers of C-Sec and what that brings.”

“So would you rather I go with the known or unknown dangers?”

She smacked his hand playfully.   “Smartass, fine, I know I’m worrying, but I’m not going to be there to pull you out and the nets aren’t going to be there forever is all I’m saying.”

“Maybe Solana should be getting this talk too.”   Garrus grew a little uncomfortable at the worry, trying to throw it off him.

“Oh I know, she will.  But she’s more behind the scenes, dealing with the numbers, not on the front lines.”

“Front lines of lost tourists and protesting permits.”  

“For now.”  She paused for a second like she was pondering on what to say next. “Just promise you’ll come back to me?”

“Of course.” Garrus leaned his head against her shoulder. “I wouldn’t go running off into any waves either, I promise.”

“Thank you.”  She eased and rested her head on his in return.  

A few minutes passed before she pulled out her omni-tool and gestured to Solana, who was preoccupied twirling a stick in the sand with a limp wrist.  

“Nevermind it all, go over there with Sol, I want a picture.”  

“One, twenty, or a hundred this time?”

She narrowed her eyes at him.  “Hush, the more you complain, the more I’ll take.”

Garrus groaned but followed over to Solana stretched out on the rocks, blocking any comfortable sitting.

“Pictures?” Solana said, eyes still closed.

“Yeah, so move over a bit or get up.”

“Make me.”  She stuck her tongue out and him and held her place on the rocks.  Without hesitation, Garrus scooped up sand and threw it in her cowl.

“Ass!” Solana laughed and leaped from the rocks. Garrus sprinting already passed their mom to flee from Solana.

Solana ran down to the shoreline, cupping wet sand in both her hands, half of the content spilling out when she caught up with him.  She dumped the sand down his neck, it pooled in his cowl and dug its way under his plates.  

More sand was lobbed between the two as they chased each other around their spot.  Their mother blocked her face to stay out of range of the fight, holding the omni-tool their way, capturing the moment for memories later.  

When the sand settled, they ate lunch, enjoying the remaining sun, until clouds finally came overhead.  Rain filled the drying tide pools and pattered lightly on their plates.  

Their mother closed her eyes and smiled, not packing up alongside them.  “Let’s just enjoy this a bit longer? I don’t know when I’ll have you both back here again.”

They agreed and settled themselves against her,  watching the rain fall on the shore.    

She grabbed them both around the neck and nuzzled her chin into their brow plates. Covering herself in damp sand along with them, her laughter sung in the air.  

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@mdwolf replied to your post “ME Fic: Rain on Distance Shores”

I love this! Safest job in the citadel (a few years later) BYE MOM IM OFF TO CHASE ROGUE AGENTS WITH A CRAZY HUMAN IN A PROTOTYPE SHIP THATS NEVER BEEN TESTED. Love u bye.

Thank you so much! <3

And speaking of the Normandy, I’ve always imagined Garrus’ mom as ship engineer/designer. So there have definitely been conversations on if Garrus can some how to get his hands on the blueprints, send them her way.  On the up and up way though, of course.