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dusts off blog. I was/am considering deletion because I don't come on here and keep making excuses on staying but lbr I'm just going to disappear again and I don't have a muse for Nezzy as I originally did. 8/ A shame really, Mass Effect is my favorite fandom. Or maybe I should replay ME 1 to see if that brings anything back. Because I really want to do a reunion thread with any Liara blogs

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so hopefully, maybe I may make a open reunion thread for all the liara rpers out there c:

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Mass Effect - Matriarch Benezia - There is power in creation … I won’t be moved by sympathy

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Claire Brewster

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"Family, huh? What a kick in the quad."

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Benezia from Mass Effect

Calligraphy: Mother

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"I know. . . . It was absolutely dreadful. I can't believe it. . . " Benezia heaves a sigh and places her hand over her face. She's so disappointed in the whole meeting she's completely forgotten about the awkwardness of the situation. She slides her hand down her face and surprisingly enough there's a frown on her face, furrowing of her brow muscles soon follow. 

"Oh. . . why yes. . . I would love that. . . " she replies after a long moment of silence, her voice is a slight whisper ". . . I'll pay, if you don't mind. . . " Benezia adds quickly. She watches her former lover snort and she quickly turns away. 

You're so graceful, Benezia. 

The Matriarch places her cheek against her hand and thinks how pitiful this is. This small talk, this seedy-looking bar, and why the hell it's so awkward to just even look at Aethyta. It really is like a nervous first date all over again. She takes a small swig of the drink and exhales. "So. . . . how.. . . have you been?" she asks quietly.

She's, well. .. shocked to say the least. The presence of her bondmate makes Benezia's stoic face crumble. Her lips trace her lover's name slowly but no audible words form. Surely this was some sort of cynical dream of sorts so she laughs softly and scoffs. "Aethyta?" she asks leaning in for a closer look.

Aethyta ran the washcloth over the bar counter slowly, more to have something to do with her hands than to actually clean it. Not many people lingered at the bar during her shift. She’d always been shit at small talk. And right now she was doing her damndest to avoid looking at the Matriarch on the other side of her bar.

And then she went and finally said it.

"Yeah?" Her hand stopped, a quickly fading streak of moisture trailing behind the washcloth in a lazy swirl. She looked up to meet those damnable blue eyes, and finally she picked up the washcloth and tossed it into the bin. She’d get a clean one later. "I don’t really remember bars being your scene, Nezzy. You can’t have changed that much."

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♔ Prompts

[[ hello hi i'm lame uvu* What kind of prompts do you have in mind? o: ]]