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"Come on, Hunter." "Ye go to Illium by yerself, lassie. It's too close to the Citadel's space fer me." "Now, Hunter." By now, Miny must have looked irritated, her normally wide and happy eyes now thin and punishing. Her typical smile was weighed by a frowned and a low growl decided to mingle in her throat. Minora hadn't seen her father for quite some time, at least since she'd joined the Pouncing Whore. Having told her father all about Hunter, the aged turian was very interested in meeting the rogue that caught his daughter's heart. She asked, and Hunter had said yes, sure, whatever makes you happy. "C'mon, Hunter, ya promised! Ya know thi

In all the time it took her to get over the fact she had a scar, that her scar was visible, that she had lied about having it.. she'd never really saw Hunter. She didn't notice that his left arm, once covered in armor, was completely bare while the right arm had a sleeve on it. This first observation she thought was odd, but in some weird way, it made sense to her. Hunter was definitely a unique fellow and the outfit seemed to give him some sort of action-hero edge. As she slipped his shirt off, she noticed more scars lined his body, putting him together like an odd Frankenstein experiment. Her talons reached over each one upward and along h

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Tick. Tock. Beep. Beep. It was the one moment she wished her footsteps weren't so light. Anything would have worked to distract her from the sound. Yet, there was nothing but the firm beating of the pulse monitor, the savage trudging of the clock. The turian was most certainly going stir crazy, pacing back and forth just past the distance of the door, waiting. Hoping. What else could she do with the door locked? Another day of ordinary life.. as it could be on the Whore, anyway. Minora was humming through the halls as she made way to find Hunter. There wasn't any reason to find him, she just

Minora had a secret. It was a simple secret and it was almost kept in plain sight, save for the fact her dark body suits and thick tights kept it her own. It was a walking memento, something that would forever remind her of the consequences of a bad decision. It was always there, always on her mind, always haunting her. The female turian sat in her room and looked up at the ceiling, making a mental note of how uncomfortable her bed could be if she gave it enough attention. Her arms were behind her head, her chest giving way vertically as she breathed in, a heavy sound on such an empty room. Even alone.. especially alone, she couldn't handle

To say Hunter remembered [redacted until revealed publicly] was a long shot. It was more like a lesson in the man he'd been prior than a string of memories. The headaches surged through him like a rodeo, kicking through in an attempt to force him into submission. The pain burst through his lungs, the agony clear as he shrieked, his hands both shuffling for her herb-smokes and holding his head in a simultaneous failure. At the peak, a three-taloned hand reached out, then another, before the old pirate was embraced strongly against the carapace of the turian female who had insisted, annoyingly, that she come. "Everything is okay, Hunter," she

"So, I shouldn't love you then?" "You love me to begin with?" "Perhaps."                                                                    Did you know I keep a journal? I write all the little things down.                                                                    And when we don't talk, I open it and pretend that you're around.                                                                    You say so many things to me and most of them so sweet.                                                                    They taunt with the fact that you and I may never meet.                                                          

one stuck between then and fractured in now I keep on wondering, just wondering how does this happen, does anyone know? the pain is a burden, it's starting to show. I break down in tears, infinitely mine my life is a mess, now frozen in time. I tried to go one way, was forced down another I sit here and cry, as I burst out with wonder. did I do right? did I not also do wrong? if only life were as simple as a well written song. we would hold hands, we would laugh and smile no one would be hurt in the what was worth while. I'm here on one end, I stare down to yours you're busy writing, having fun, doing chores. you seem content, just fine w

Sleep, such a wonder- ful friend, the envelop of peace, relief, the loss of all space-time. But Sleep does not visit me tonight, does not come to cuddle me away. You're there, though, keeping me company, keeping me safe from the ever silence. You carried me to bed and tucked me in and gave me a goodnight kiss. And with the last request, I simply said a teddy bear, a tall one. You. A smile and a ruffled of the sheets and I pass into Sleep's arms, wrapped in your's.

So I've been convinced to ask you to escort me to my first, to my only homecoming. I'm nervous, shaky, ecstatic, wonderous.. I'm so hoping you'll say, in any way, yes. But if you say no, then I've no idea what I'll do, but feel overwhelmingly devestated. Will you say yes? Even if you do, it only has to be for a single event, a long night. If you say no, can I still talk to you? Will I be too embar- rassed by a dance? Suddenly, asking you out doesn't seem so wise, and backing out seems such a lovely friend..