[open; here there be catch-all!]

[cmdreffingshepard]

Characters: Commander Shepard, Arthur, Booker and YOU! Yes, YOU!
Date: Throughout November.
Location: Various locations.
Situation: Various. This is a catch-all log for all three of these characters. I'll post at least one open starter for each (plus some pre-determined closed threads). If there's something specific you'd like to set up, feel free to PM any of my character journals or pp me on plurk @ frodabaggins!
Warnings/Rating: Pre-emptive warning for some discussion of violence-related trauma in Booker and Elizabeth's thread. Will update this as necessary.

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[beunbroken]

She fit surprisingly easily in his arms. Sure, she was a small girl, but even still. There was something comforting about being with Booker, him holding her, being able to feel the rise and fall of his chest, to have his arms around her. She felt safe. Safe and, well, loved. For the first time in her life.

When she didn't think she could cry anymore, she nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. After a few more moments, she spoke. "Booker... Could you... Could you stay with me tonight? I don't want to sleep alone." There was nothing sexual about her request at all. Just an innocent desire for human contact, friendly intimacy. Something she'd been starved of until now.

[washitaway]

"Sure," he said, nodding. Booker was used to alone, but Elizabeth was someone to be protected and looked after - if she wanted him close by, he'd oblige her. If that was inappropriate - well, inappropriateness be damned.

He was basically still dressed, anyway. Just because they were out of Columbia didn't mean he wouldn't still be ready for a fight, if need be. It was just a matter of making sure his pistol was on the night stand, within arm's reach, and scooting onto the bed with her, wrapping an arm around her.

[beunbroken]

She honestly was not surprised when he agreed- though she knew she should have been. This was something unheard of, shocking, even. But they were, well, now they were certainly friends, and they took care of each other. Because Booker, too, needed care, she was just subtle about it.

And he agreed, she could hear the noise of the pistol on the night stands (she won't even mention it) before he climbed in next to her. With his arm around her, it was easy to let her eyes close. After situating them both under the covers, Elizabeth snuggled against Booker, sighing contentedly. She didn't know if she'd be able to sleep again. But for now, she had protection.