Gael softly nodded his head. “It is now.” He mumbled as his head rested on Eamon’s shoulder.
Unaware of what had been wrong in the first place, Eamon was glad that at least it wasn’t so bad now. “Wanna watch a vid? Can curl up on the couch.”
"That still doesn’t explain why you’re hulling me in like this! I can walk!"
"You can, but I’ve already ordered you there and you haven’t been." He set her down on the floor in the med bay. "All yours, Doc."
His eyes closed as Eamon whispered into his ear. “Hey..”He replied, his voice trembling.
Eamon tightened his grip slightly. “Y’okay?”
Gael smiled and moved to hug Eamon. He did not let go.
Eamon wrapped his arms around Gael. “Hey you,” he mumbled in his ear.
"I said ‘might have’ listened… Plus, I’m in optimal health! Did Amir put you up to this? I swear… It’s the puppy eyes, isn’t it?"
"Everyone’s getting checked out and immunizations updated. Has nothing to do with Amir."
"I wanted to see you."
He gave a small smirk. “I meant why aren’t you coming in?”
She huffed sharply. “Hey, I’m not screeching! If you wanted me to do something, all you had to do was ask… … I might have listened.”
"Even if that something was immunizations and a check up with the Doc?" He continued to carry her.
"There a reason you’re standing in my doorway?"
Okay seriously, I really enjoy Ella as a character. the mun has her written in many verses and she is a very versatile woman to be reckoned with.
From what I know her as a Shepard, she’s complex and interesting. Development has come since the beginning and has made leaps and bounds through threads and interactions over time.
Personally, I know the mun a little bit and she is too kind. She’s someone you can definitely just talk to about anything and that’s always nice to make friends that way.
Along with writing with the same wonderful James Vega, I routinely read their threads. Their relationship feels so realistic to me, and seeing thread after thread goes to show the muns’ dedication to their ship and their writing.
All in all, Ella is a pleasure to have on the dash, and no matter what fandom you’re in, she’ll find a way to write with you.
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[[my lovely Viv <3 and Liara and Eamon both of who I love reading about. c:]]
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She took the glass, filled it from the bottle again with a dexterous flip of her wrist, set both down on the table at his elbow. She wasn’t going to have anymore, she decided in the briefest instant before the glass hit the wood. There had been plenty of times during and after the war where she had been happy to drink herself silly to make her brain shut up for a while, but this wasn’t one of those times. This was Eamon’s grief and she would let him have it and listen quietly.
"Tell me about him," she said slowly, settling into the seat across from Eamon and looking at him intently. "If you want to talk about it, I mean."
The glass found its way into his hand again quickly. Something about the smooth cool curve pressed against his palm was calming. Eamon settled deeper into his chair before he spoke.
"He led the first squad of reinforcements that broke through the enemy lines on Elysium. Was never that happy to see a lieutenant in my fucking life." The marine paused. "He didn’t take command from me. I gave him all the information that I had, and then he commanded the reinforcements until a medic could see to my face. I had a deep slash." Eamon dragged a finger along his cheek where once there was a scar.
"Jan made major a couple years back."
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