No. Ow.

Not allowed. You’re not allowed to just visit Thane.

You had to pick Samara. I love her dearly but I have never ever written her before. And she’s as harder than Thane to write. Ugh.

Samara could not make it to Shepard’s funeral. Falere could not be left alone. She could not be taken. But Samara knew she was not the only one that would not make it to the funeral. The Justicar stared up at the black abyss that peaked through the clouds. Legs crossed and hands twisted into the ceremonial position, she prayed. Samara was not only praying for Commander Shepard, but that the war torn world would have to continue without her. Samara said the old words, chanted what was needed for the Commander, and when her eyes snapped open she felt the pulse of her biotics disperse.

A second pulse alerted the Justicar to her daughter. Samara did not move as she stared upwards. The clouds were coming in, the black disappearing to the storm. Falare made her way over, standing beside her. “Mother,” she said quietly. Samara leaned her head towards her. “She is with the Goddess now.”

Samara hummed in thought. “The Goddess had always been with her,” Samara whispered as the sky rumbled, roaring as Shepard was laid to rest on a planet so far away. “But now She is done sharing Shepard and has taken her back.”

Falare nodded as the rain began to fall, taking a moment of silence. “A human, claimed by all species, who saved all species, who died, twice, before she could see what came of all the blood she shed.” The sky wailed in response as Samara closed her eyes, letting her head fall back to face the rain.

AU. I haven’t written Mass Effect in ages so let’s see how this Shrios works.

Thane Krios was uninterested in the party around him. The music was soft, the lights bright, and all the guests in their colorful dresses sliding along in time. He sipped the glass of wine and attempted to find his target. The turian was nowhere to be seen and that was troublesome. He pulled at his cravat with a slight frown.

Then he heard the commotion and turned. First he saw his target, the dark turian standing proudly as the masses scattered. The old turian glared at the human that walked away from him. She was proud, straight, and held his attention. No- she demanded the attention of those around with her presence. She wasn’t as beautiful as some of the women present, perhaps. But she was stronger, bigger, brighter. And Thane couldn’t look away.

She noticed him when she had her glass, skirting away from anybody that tried to strike up a conversation. Her face scrunching up if somebody was stubborn. Thane watched, especially after the turian had retired to the upper stairs. She wasn’t dainty as she drank, doing a double take when she spotted him and eyes wide. He sipped his wine, eyeing her with a smile of his own.

She smiled in return as she made her way to him. “Good evening,” she said, extending a hand to him.

He slid his hand in hers and then was surprised when she beat him to it, bending down to kiss his. “Good evening,” he said, voice quieter in his surprise than he would like.

She straightened, smirking at him. “I’d ask you to dance, sir, but I just don’t.”

He quickly found ground, taking his hand back as he took to memory the feel of her lips. “I would take your name instead, please.”

She took a moment, as if mulling over if she would tell him. “Might as well get it out of the way then. Shepard. Yes, the Shepard.”