always see that, when it comes to mixed asari families, there seems to be an
assumption that the asari side holds all the power. That the way asari age
gives them an unfair advantage, that there’s a power imbalance. After
all, twenty years in a relationship is nothing for an asari right? Drop in the
bucket. And while I don’t agree, because asari seem to think and feel at the
same speed we do, that’s not the part that really bothers me. It’s the kids and
the fathers. That asari culture emphasizes motherhood and that mother raise
children alone by choice, deliberately closing the door on the fathers’ faces.
So, give me
asari who like their non-asari relatives. Give asari who protect their in-laws
fiercely because family is more than blood. Give me asari who cling to their
family no matter their race.
Give me a
turian whose brother married an asari and when he dies, it’s his wife who takes
care of his family. Give me asari grand-aunts-in-law who keep track of their
in-laws through generations and knows everybody’s birthdays and always has to
send gifts to the four corners of the galaxy. Give me asari who served 80 years
in the hierarchy like their dads and cousins. Give me a turian who cut ties
with her own asari half-grand-aunt some generations removed because she doesn’t
think she has the right, but when her kid is a biotic, that asari is there to
help, because “you may not like me young lady but your father did and your
grandmother did and like hell I’m going to let their great-grandson and so
learn from turian ‘biotics’” matriarch wisdom.
Give me “Blue”
salarian clans, dynasties intertwined with asari lines since first contact. Where
there isn’t a distinction between asari family members and salarian family
members because they’ve been taking care of each other for 2700 years. Give me
salarians whose research started with their great-great-great-grandfather and his
asari daughter, who was there every step of the way for every generation, and
is their research partner now. Give me asari who go to every funeral, and there’s
one every two years but there’s also new eggs to fawn over every three.
Give me an
asari who goes with their volus half-sibling to Irune when they grow old, and
doesn’t mind the environmental suit, because they’re just walking in their
shoes for some years when they spent a lifetime trapped in the same suits just
to be able to live alongside the other races.
batarian orphans taken in by asari relatives who don’t care about their caste
or what the rest of the republics think about their culture. Give asari who
still haven’t given up on their estranged half-sibling’s descendants, even when
they face threats and every family meeting ends on a debate about ethics and
asari who buy ships and give it to their quarian relatives, because maybe they
can’t convince them to settle down planetside, but they can support them
nonetheless. Give me more asari who died on Rannoch.
asari who fuss all over their elcor nephews when they take a fall even though
it’s completely unnecessary in conventional gravity and get all fussed over
when they take a fall because asari are so tiny and fragile.
generations of drell who all have the same asari face in their memories because
it’s always the same asari who comes to Khaje to visit, and gets to know their
new family members, and is there when sickness takes their breath away.
asari who help their krogan siblings get into thessian universities. Give me
asari who live on Tuchanka and keep on trying when the rest of the galaxy call
the krogan a lost cause.
Give me half-feral
vorcha clans who worship the blue goddess who visits sometimes with gifts from
the stars, and the asari cares about them, but still encourages that because some
people are just a special kind of crazy (and lactose intolerant) (and totally a
Give me a
bullied hanar whose parents make a mysterious vid-call, and a week later there’s
a squad of Eclipse commandos ready to beat some bullies up in the living room,
and a rough matriarch in the kitchen who calls their grand-parent kiddo and has
the best stories ever.
I wondered if I would ever find my prince, my soul mate. Then three years ago, at another wedding I turned to a friend for comfort. And in stead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now…here we are…with our future before us…and I only want to spend it with you, my prince, my soul mate, my friend.