A Father's Daughter by schmooplesbottom, literature
Literature
A Father's Daughter
Times like these, Liara wondered if, in lieu of DNA, asari children got a piece of their father’s spirit. Liat had Lani’s smoky grey eyes… and her knack for unintentionally killing defenseless aquatic animals. But on the whole, Liat was quiet and shy, reading her books, practicing her violin, and dutifully doing biotic exercises. Kamala, on the other hand, was very much like Lani: rough and tumble. Always getting in trouble at the academy, always defending those getting picked on, always poking at a split lip with her tongue, a defiant sneer on her face, and always more interested in watching instructional vids on hand-to-h
The only light he had was a small sliver that came under the wooden doorway, but he knew his way around the room by heart. Carefully and quietly he pulled off his woolen covers and tip-toed his way to the bed that sat opposite his. Gently he pulled the long dark braid that sat on the pillow and moved it up to the bedhead, before;
Tap – Tap – Tap – Bang!
"Carver!"
Deep brown eyes shot open in alarm and Carver quickly darted back to his bed, a small smile on his face. His sister went to sit up, and yelled out as her hair pulled. She quickly touched her long braid and found a small nail in the band. He had nailed her hair to
Hawke sits alone in her chamber at the edge of her bunk. The fabric she rests on feels tattered and shabby. Still, it is far more than she deserves. Her fingertips linger on its ripples, and she watches as she creates new folds with the pressure of her hands. It has been several days since she returned from the Deep Roads. Alone.
Carver you never deserved
She falls back on the bunk, extending her arms. Her head falls to the side, and she can see the flames of candles on a table, flickering in the darkness. Her vision becomes glassy as her eyes fill with tears. As they have done countless times since her return from the undergroun