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@ask-astorath
“Just be careful, I remember last time…”
N, O, D
N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)
Yes definitely. He likes to be in control of the situation and will use that to prolong his partner’s experiences but not to the point of pain. He wouldn’t deny them comforts however, he would view that as cruel. As for being denied, yes he likes that too.
O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)
He has, in a forest when he and his then partner knew they’d not be disturbed. As much as he likes sex in outdoor places, he also knows that others shouldn’t have to encounter the act.
D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)
Astorath likes to be in charge and would have to be with someone he was very comfortable with for that to be swapped around. He likes to give orders, he likes seeing them carried out but knows that trust has to be built up for such things to happen.
"I have told you everything I need to, as difficult as that was, and I regret nothing. I just hope that it changed nothing. I would also like to say that I look forward to using those ribbons with you one day." He shot her a wink, which looked strange on his usually stern features, but he tempered it with a small smile ~ Astorath.
2019 is almost over!
“I do not think anything has changed.” Eirasa comments with a smile, though it falters out of confusion.
“The ribbons were you..? What are they meant to be used for..?” Brackwel wouldn’t tell her… and now he was hinting at… what? She had no idea.
ask-astorath:
Astorath knew she was inexperienced, she had said that a few times now and he knew he should take lead in this situation. “It has been a while since I danced it,” he said. It wasn’t much of an explanation, but it was enough. She seemed to truly want to learn the steps however and he knew he was being foolish. “Just follow my lead,” he said.
She seemed to like looking into his face; he had always thought his features sharp, angular and almost hawkish though he hadn’t had complaints. Gently, he ran his index finger along her jaw until it rested on her chin. If she wanted to learn, he would have to push through some boundaries. His dark eyes flicked from hers to her mouth and back again before he closed the distance and kissed her full on the lips.
He kept it light for now, testing to see if this was alright. Her lips were soft, her scent light and the mild pressure sparked a low banked fire deep within him. He would have to watch that. He had no intention of scaring her off, though he wanted her to know how he felt too. He stopped worrying and let the contact continue, enjoying it.
He was handsome, in a way - she’d never really thought about it before. Personality always seemed far more attractive than looks, and the fact he was so easy for her to spend time with was more important than he likely realized.
The kiss wasn’t protested, though she felt… clumsy in comparison. This was nice. Soft. Eirasa found herself taking in the smell of him, and it helped her further relax against her companion. Would it be accurate to call them lovers yet, or would that be better reserved for later..?
Her mind was wandering in an attempt to distract and over-analyze. Astorath earns her focus again, though she’s found she’s made the amateurish mistake of holding her breath while they kissed, and she pulls back slightly to get some air - was the dizziness because of the situation, or the lack of oxygen? It hadn’t been that long, right? And then, almost tentatively, the young woman returns the kiss softly in an attempt to relay that this was enjoyed.
She relaxed into him; good. That was a good sign. The softness of her gentle returned kiss made him smile against her lips. That she had done so back was a great sign that this was alright, that she was enjoying this and he should continue.
Gently, he parted his lips and ran the deft point of his tongue over the seam of her lips. It was a light probe, an ask for permission to go further and to see how she would react to that too. Would a deeper kiss be too much or would she be alright with that.
His thoughts evaporated as he licked her lips, focusing on the sensation and taste of her. Slightly salty, a brief hint of recaff and a sweetness he had not expected. He smiled again when he realised that now he would be able to find her no matter where she went through taste alone. That particular organ might prove useful in future, but right now he focused on her and her alone.
K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) [[ :3c ]]
“And why do you want to know that?” he asked playfully.
He will bite if allowed. His eye teeth are exceptionally sharp and he will nibble if allowed. He would like marks back but knows this is not easy.
Astorath likes kissing down his partner’s back, along the hollow. As for on him, his neck and collarbone are particularly sensitive, as is the back of his knees and ears.
He loves kissing and won’t deny that.
U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)
Astorath sleeps naked when he does so. When he is armoured, he wears the standard body glove under it and nothing else. When he is dressed in duty robes, he wears silk shorts underneath. He likes seeing sexy underwear on others, however he feels stupid in them himself and would prefer to just be naked.
💥
Destroying the place in a fit of rage was only one expression of anger that Astorath had. This time, he hadn’t done so. He had created a dent in the wall and flopped into a ornately carved chair. The data-slate in his hand still had the mesasge that had caused such pain. He bent his head forward and sucked in a huge breath. His fist clenched, cracking the data slate and the tears fell regardless.
He didn’t hear the door open, all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as the rage flowed through him. He screwed his eyes shut and willed the information to not be true. That was foolish... He knew it was.
♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook
The events around the Angels Vermillion Chapter was a huge change. It showed Astorath what they could become if they weren’t careful about how they conducted themselves with the flaw. He understands why Dante sanctioned them and fully backs that decision. Since then, he has been reserved when it comes to the Red Thirst.
💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice. @lost-little-lamb
@lost-little-lamb
Random generator says: Send 💓 for a cheek kiss!
It had been a while since he had seen Egun Ko, her ship and his had parted and he had thought not to see her again at all. The galaxy was a vast place after all and encountering another ship was like finding a drop of water in the ocean. Still, he had been delighted to recognise the codes of the ship they encountered and insisted on meeting with them again.
When he boarded, he was equallt glad to see her there with some of the other crew. Once the formalities had been gotten out the way, he bent down and kissed her cheek in greeting. This was something he had seen other mortals do and it was no hardship to emulate it.
“It’s good to see you again,” Astorath said warmly.
Ko blushed furiously at the kiss, and looked down at the floor. “I-it’s good to see you a-again Lord Astorath. H-have you been well?” She looked up, only to quickly look away again and scuffs her shoe against the floor lightly. The other members of her crew whisper to each other, only to quickly move on.
She coloured so prettily and he smiled. He was all too aware of the crew around them, heard their words clearly with his sharp hearing; he ignored them. Egun Ko was his friend and he was unashamed of that. “I have,” he said, What about you? Have you been keeping out of trouble?” he asked.
She looked up and beamed “I-I have been. It’s been a l-little difficult to not daydream w-when walking, but I’ve been doing b-better. Also I haven’t been punished for a few d-days since I’ve done my best to not u-upset anyone.”. She rummages in a pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it reveals a well drawn picture of Astorath in a forest, smiling. She shyly offers it over. “I-I thought you would like it.”
The Astartes listened carefully as she spoke, glad to hear that she was alright and getting along fine on the ship. She had stayed out of trouble and for that he was glad. She then showed him a very fine drawing of himself and his smile widened, “You drew this,” he said taking the picture from her and looking at it closely. It was very good and he was impressed. “A lot of my brothers like to draw and paint, they would be most impressed with this,” he nodded, “As I am!”
She bounces a couple of times in happiness. “I-I don’t know anyone else w-who draws, so I have been curious a-as to what they would think. I’m g-glad that you like it, I was worried that y-you would be upset since I drew you without p-permission. But I wanted to remember you since drawing h-helps me to remember.” She wrings her hands together nervously. “W-would it be possible to meet a-any of your brothers who draw, Lord Astorath? W-when you are done with your duties, o-of course!”
“I can arrange that,” he said with a gentle nod of his head. “Sergeant Dolomen likes to draw and paint and I am sure he would like to see what you can do as well. He is on my ship, but I can bring him here if that would make you more comfortable,” he said. The Eminence Sanguis was a solemn, almost silent vessel and he knew it wouldn’t be the most welcoming place for her to visit. But, if she wanted to, she would be made to feel comfortable.
She looks to the floor shyly, and scuffs at it with her shoe. “W-would it be alright if I w-went to your ship? I don’t r-really have a place that wouldn’t b-be in the way of everyone else. A-and my room is not suitable f-for having others. ” She looks to Astorath through her lashes, before looking back to the floor. Bowing slightly, she mumbles “F-forgive me for wanting to go to your ship.”
“You’ll be welcome of course,” he said. “Though this is not the same as this ship, it is a lot quieter and far more solemn, but you will be welcome.” He clicked the vox on his gorget and informed Dolomen that they would be having visitors shortly. “When do you wish to come? Now is a good time, however I understand that you may have jobs to attend to first.”
She shakes her head and looks up with a smile. “I-I would be fine heading over n-now, if that’s alright. I have no jobs at t-the moment, and if I am n-needed they will send a message. T-thank you for indulging me with this. I-is there anything I can do to repay you?”. She tilts her head to the side, thinking. “S-should I bring a few of my other d-drawings?”
“Bring some of your other drawings to show Dolomen, I am sure he will be as interested as I am to see them,” he said warmly. He did not need paying back for the indulgence, it wasn’t difficult to be kind after all and the galaxy was not a kind place. It was up to them to ensure that pockets of it remained true to the human condition, even if he personally had been elevated above it.
She bounces once more, before raising a hand “I-I’ll be right back then.”. She takes off running down the hall and disappears.
It takes a few minutes before she can be seen running back, with a handful of papers clutched to her chest. She’s out of breath by the time she stops a little ways away. She smiles before taking a deep breath and walking closer. “I-I am ready whenever you Lord Astorath.”
Astorath waited for her to return patiently. He was used to waiting and he was surprised when she reappeared so quickly. “Take some breath first,” he said when he saw she was still breathing quickly.
When she had calmed, he beckoned for her to follow, “This way then, I will show you my ship and take you to our resident artist,” he added. He moderated his pace so she would be able to keep up with him. His had long legs, even for an Astartes, and did not want her to have to run.
She took a few more deep breaths as he instructed. When he beckoned for her to follow, she stepped behind him with a nod. As she followed, she skipped occasionally in happiness.
“M-may I ask what Lord Dolomen i-is like?”. She clutched the papers closer to her, crinkling them a little. “I-I am a little nervous meeting a-another artist.”
“Dolomen is not as tall as I am,” Astorath said; he was aware that even for an Astartes he was very tall. “He is patient, kind but doesn’t suffer fools. He will accept no foolishness, but I do not think that will be a problem,” he said. She had always been fine with him, not prone to silly outbursts.
“You will be fine. He likes drawing and sketching a great deal but he paints some amazing life-like paintings,” he said as they reached the connecting tube that joined the ships together.
“H-he sounds like a nice p-person.” She sighs quietly in relief, before hesitating a moment and stepping into the tube, hunching slightly. “H-has he done any landscapes? I-I’ve tried, but it is hard to g-get things to look right when I only have d-descriptions and a few photos.”
“He paints a lot of hills,” Astorath said. It was the tone of one who appreciated the work but did not fully understand the desire to paint such a subject. “I am sure he will be able to tell you a great deal about his work when you meet. All of us are encouraged to explore the arts, though I never took to painting myself.”
Smiling, she rifles through some of her papers. Pursing her lips a little, she moves one of the papers to the front of the stack and nods. “T-that would be most appreciated. H-has Lord Dolomen been to many places t-that he has drawn?”
She looks up at him, tilting her head slightly. “I-if I may ask, what type of a-arts did you take an interest in? O-or what do you like to d-do in your free time?”
“I will let him show you his gallery when we are there,” Astorath said, not wanting to steal the seargent’s thunder in any way. Dolomen was proud of his work and it was his right to show it off. He knew more anyway and would be able to tell the stories behind the paintings far better than Astorath could.
“Me? I was a poor painter, though I didn’t mind sculpting. I was average at best however. My creative talents bloomed when I took to the kitchen. I get a lot of enjoyment out of making food.”
She nodded and clutched the papers tighter to her chest. A spark of awe shines in her eyes at the idea of a gallery, filled with someone’s creation, that she is allowed to visit. A small smile creeps its way across her lips as she walks.
Ko looked absolutely giddy at the thought of Astorath cooking. “R-really? That is amazing! I-I can’t cook very well, so I’m j-jealous of you. What’s your favorite thing to c-cook? Or do you like baking more?”
They reached the docking tube that connected the two ships and Astorath led his guest through. There were a couple of raised eyebrows at her presence but no one said anything. His ship was a lot quieter, calmer and had an almost solemn air to it.
“I make a good pie,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice, “And I also enjoy cake, so I make cake a fair bit as well. It is amazing how many people become more responsive when you present them with cake.”
"What are you doing?" @Lords-of-Dawn (only if you feel like it though!)
(RNG Says: 5. Pressing a pack of ice to their nose.)
@lords-of-dawn
“What does it look like I am doing?” he said, though his voice was muffled due to the face he had an ice pack pressed to the bridge of his nose. Blood had dried beneath it and he felt damned foolish. He had been rushing, and not really paying attention to where he was going. He’d heard something, turned his head and whacked straight into a doorframe, his nose had broken on impact and despite his enhanced physiology, it had bleed profusely. It also throbbed.
ask-astorath:
“There are so few records from the time when our father’s walked among us,” Astorath said with a small shake of his head. It was a sad fact; he would have liked to know more about his sire, as would a great many others within the chapter. He suspected that it was the same in all chapters, for who would scron the knowledge of their fathers? In that, he envied the Ultramarines for having their Primarch among them once more.
“Insensitive?” he asked when the Black Templars were mentioned. “How so?” He wanted to think that they would be able to work together, however he also knew that there were vast differences between them and sometimes, a way couldn’t be found.
“My brothers are fairly…intolerant to anyone who does not meet up to their standards of humanity….Psychers, mutants, and really anyone who does not match their level of vitriol. As such they can be quite difficult to work with sometimes.” He tapped lightly at the lens that replaced his eye in thought.
“Though, they are very good at getting their job done and are certainly enthusiastic about their work….I suppose as long as you tread carefully around them your brothers may have no problems. They are after all, some of the emperors most…dedicated warriors. I would like to believe they would prioritize their mission over any feelings they might have.”
“We all have our preferences when working outside of our own chapters,” Astorath conceeded, “As long as we are able to put those aside when a common enemy arises and work together, I don’t suppose they matter all that much.” He drank some more from the glass and considered some of the events he had witnessed within the Chapters of the Blood. “There are other successor chapters that I wouldn’t want to work with again,” he said after a moment. “We all make war in our own way.”
He replaced the now empty glass on the table and rested his hands on his knees, “Like our forces, I am sure there will be differences, but we should be able to achieve our objectives.”
Dirty A-Z headcanon game
Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!
A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)
B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)
C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)
D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)
E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)
F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)
G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)
H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)
I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)
J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)
K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)
L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)
M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)
N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)
O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)
P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)
Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)
R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)
S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)
T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…)
U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)
V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)
W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)
X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)
Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)
Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)
Astorath bent down and pressed his cool, soft lips to hers in a brief flutter of irrepressible emotion. ‘It felt the right day for it,’ he spoke softly against her mouth before repeating the gesture and pulling away.
@ask-astorath
She still wasn’t used to random affection, though the Inquisitor was glad they were alone when he gave it - Brackwel likely wouldn’t let her hear the end of it otherwise. Eirasa is about to question him, and the Astartes answers before she does before kissing her again. There’s not much time to return the gesture, and she finds herself puzzling over the words, simultaneously blushing and looking baffled.
“… the right day..?”
ask-astorath:
“Seeing you is enough,” he said, his voice little more than a low whisper. It was good to express the emotions he felt, though it wasn’t always easy to do so. “Especially when you colour so prettily,” he added before he lost the nerve and backed out altogether. “If you do want to spend some time together however, I am free in five hours.”
His compliments worsened her blush, and one might fear she’d match her hair in color if he kept it up. Any response or protest she might have had simply escapes in a small, cracked squeak as her voice fails her.
Five hours. Eirasa was certain she could think of something in five hours. An idea was already forming. There’s a nod from the Inquisitor, still looking up to him. “I-I shall see you then. Erm. Meet a-at your quarters..?” She ventured.
“I would like that very much,” he said with a nod. He had a gret deal of matters to attend to before he was free however, and so he gave her a small bow, “For now though, I have to leave.” he said. It had been a chance encounter anyway and so he had taken advantage on it. He was very pleased that he had now.
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” he said before taking his leave, a light smile on his face.
"I have told you everything I need to, as difficult as that was, and I regret nothing. I just hope that it changed nothing. I would also like to say that I look forward to using those ribbons with you one day." He shot her a wink, which looked strange on his usually stern features, but he tempered it with a small smile ~ Astorath.
2019 is almost over!
“I do not think anything has changed.” Eirasa comments with a smile, though it falters out of confusion.
“The ribbons were you..? What are they meant to be used for..?” Brackwel wouldn’t tell her… and now he was hinting at… what? She had no idea.
ask-astorath:
He felt the subtle change in her posture, the relaxation of her body and the slowing of her pulse. They had come here with the intention of acting on their mutual desire but it seemed as though this comfort was more appropriate in the moment. Astorath didn’t mind. She needed more time to get her head around what they were doing and that was fine by him. He was a patient man if nothing else.
He would stay until the discordant song called him across the galaxy in search of one who was going to fall. It wouldn’t be long, it never was but for now it was harmonious.
Shifting his arm, he held her a little closer, wanting her to stay next to him. He could feel her warmth through the fabric of his day robe, hear her pulse and her calm breathing, wanted the moment to continue.
Comfort was important - particularly when faced with the reality that she honestly didn’t know what to do. Well, she knew the absolute basics, but not how to get there. Where did they go from here? Were they going too fast? Too slow? Would this work? Would either of them regret it after? Why did the prospect of being intimate with someone terrify her more than facing down daemons..?
She wasn’t sure how long it had been - minutes? half an hour? longer? - before she shifted to look up at his face. Her gaze traced over his features as though committing them to memory, one long ear occasionally twitching as she thought.
It took Eirasa several more moments to gather her courage to speak up, and when she did, her voice was little more than a whisper. A sheepish grin tugs at her expression while she speaks, attempting to make light of her insecurity to ease her own tension. “If you are waiting for me t-to lead, I… I am afraid I do not know the, ah… the steps to this dance, so to speak…”
Astorath knew she was inexperienced, she had said that a few times now and he knew he should take lead in this situation. “It has been a while since I danced it,” he said. It wasn’t much of an explanation, but it was enough. She seemed to truly want to learn the steps however and he knew he was being foolish. “Just follow my lead,” he said.
She seemed to like looking into his face; he had always thought his features sharp, angular and almost hawkish though he hadn’t had complaints. Gently, he ran his index finger along her jaw until it rested on her chin. If she wanted to learn, he would have to push through some boundaries. His dark eyes flicked from hers to her mouth and back again before he closed the distance and kissed her full on the lips.
He kept it light for now, testing to see if this was alright. Her lips were soft, her scent light and the mild pressure sparked a low banked fire deep within him. He would have to watch that. He had no intention of scaring her off, though he wanted her to know how he felt too. He stopped worrying and let the contact continue, enjoying it.
"What are you doing?" @Lords-of-Dawn (only if you feel like it though!)
(RNG Says: 5. Pressing a pack of ice to their nose.)
@lords-of-dawn
“What does it look like I am doing?” he said, though his voice was muffled due to the face he had an ice pack pressed to the bridge of his nose. Blood had dried beneath it and he felt damned foolish. He had been rushing, and not really paying attention to where he was going. He’d heard something, turned his head and whacked straight into a doorframe, his nose had broken on impact and despite his enhanced physiology, it had bleed profusely. It also throbbed.
ask-astorath:
Astorath listened, equally as interested as his host. “I didn’t know that,” he said with a small shake of his head. His black eyes fell on the volume Dawnlord indicated. “How amusing that this small matter of names echoes between our two Chapters.” He had truly been unaware of the similarity, he felt more of a kinship with the other for it.
“I do not think our Primarch had a similar experience, if so nothing is recorded of it.” He paused for a moment, “I have never heard that of Lord Dorn either, though I have had little dealings with Imperial Fists or their successors in recent years. I feel that this is going to change soon.”
“As I said, it is not really a tradition that is kept up with anymore, so if you do not know about it I am not surprised. Still I agree, it is amusing that our chapters bare such a similar experience.”
He paused and thought aloud between the two of them. “I wonder if they ever got along, our fathers.” He pondered it for a moment but given Dorn’s historically icy demeanor he had to wonder if they had been close at all. “Perhaps not. But, about my brothers. If you do deal with them, I will pray that it is not any of the Black Templars…my brothers are far too…insensitive… I feel to be trusted with yours.”
“There are so few records from the time when our father’s walked among us,” Astorath said with a small shake of his head. It was a sad fact; he would have liked to know more about his sire, as would a great many others within the chapter. He suspected that it was the same in all chapters, for who would scron the knowledge of their fathers? In that, he envied the Ultramarines for having their Primarch among them once more.
“Insensitive?” he asked when the Black Templars were mentioned. “How so?” He wanted to think that they would be able to work together, however he also knew that there were vast differences between them and sometimes, a way couldn’t be found.
💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice. @lost-little-lamb
@lost-little-lamb
Random generator says: Send 💓 for a cheek kiss!
It had been a while since he had seen Egun Ko, her ship and his had parted and he had thought not to see her again at all. The galaxy was a vast place after all and encountering another ship was like finding a drop of water in the ocean. Still, he had been delighted to recognise the codes of the ship they encountered and insisted on meeting with them again.
When he boarded, he was equallt glad to see her there with some of the other crew. Once the formalities had been gotten out the way, he bent down and kissed her cheek in greeting. This was something he had seen other mortals do and it was no hardship to emulate it.
“It’s good to see you again,” Astorath said warmly.
Ko blushed furiously at the kiss, and looked down at the floor. “I-it’s good to see you a-again Lord Astorath. H-have you been well?” She looked up, only to quickly look away again and scuffs her shoe against the floor lightly. The other members of her crew whisper to each other, only to quickly move on.
She coloured so prettily and he smiled. He was all too aware of the crew around them, heard their words clearly with his sharp hearing; he ignored them. Egun Ko was his friend and he was unashamed of that. “I have,” he said, What about you? Have you been keeping out of trouble?” he asked.
She looked up and beamed “I-I have been. It’s been a l-little difficult to not daydream w-when walking, but I’ve been doing b-better. Also I haven’t been punished for a few d-days since I’ve done my best to not u-upset anyone.”. She rummages in a pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it reveals a well drawn picture of Astorath in a forest, smiling. She shyly offers it over. “I-I thought you would like it.”
The Astartes listened carefully as she spoke, glad to hear that she was alright and getting along fine on the ship. She had stayed out of trouble and for that he was glad. She then showed him a very fine drawing of himself and his smile widened, “You drew this,” he said taking the picture from her and looking at it closely. It was very good and he was impressed. “A lot of my brothers like to draw and paint, they would be most impressed with this,” he nodded, “As I am!”
She bounces a couple of times in happiness. “I-I don’t know anyone else w-who draws, so I have been curious a-as to what they would think. I’m g-glad that you like it, I was worried that y-you would be upset since I drew you without p-permission. But I wanted to remember you since drawing h-helps me to remember.” She wrings her hands together nervously. “W-would it be possible to meet a-any of your brothers who draw, Lord Astorath? W-when you are done with your duties, o-of course!”
“I can arrange that,” he said with a gentle nod of his head. “Sergeant Dolomen likes to draw and paint and I am sure he would like to see what you can do as well. He is on my ship, but I can bring him here if that would make you more comfortable,” he said. The Eminence Sanguis was a solemn, almost silent vessel and he knew it wouldn’t be the most welcoming place for her to visit. But, if she wanted to, she would be made to feel comfortable.
She looks to the floor shyly, and scuffs at it with her shoe. “W-would it be alright if I w-went to your ship? I don’t r-really have a place that wouldn’t b-be in the way of everyone else. A-and my room is not suitable f-for having others. ” She looks to Astorath through her lashes, before looking back to the floor. Bowing slightly, she mumbles “F-forgive me for wanting to go to your ship.”
“You’ll be welcome of course,” he said. “Though this is not the same as this ship, it is a lot quieter and far more solemn, but you will be welcome.” He clicked the vox on his gorget and informed Dolomen that they would be having visitors shortly. “When do you wish to come? Now is a good time, however I understand that you may have jobs to attend to first.”
She shakes her head and looks up with a smile. “I-I would be fine heading over n-now, if that’s alright. I have no jobs at t-the moment, and if I am n-needed they will send a message. T-thank you for indulging me with this. I-is there anything I can do to repay you?”. She tilts her head to the side, thinking. “S-should I bring a few of my other d-drawings?”
“Bring some of your other drawings to show Dolomen, I am sure he will be as interested as I am to see them,” he said warmly. He did not need paying back for the indulgence, it wasn’t difficult to be kind after all and the galaxy was not a kind place. It was up to them to ensure that pockets of it remained true to the human condition, even if he personally had been elevated above it.
She bounces once more, before raising a hand “I-I’ll be right back then.”. She takes off running down the hall and disappears.
It takes a few minutes before she can be seen running back, with a handful of papers clutched to her chest. She’s out of breath by the time she stops a little ways away. She smiles before taking a deep breath and walking closer. “I-I am ready whenever you Lord Astorath.”
Astorath waited for her to return patiently. He was used to waiting and he was surprised when she reappeared so quickly. “Take some breath first,” he said when he saw she was still breathing quickly.
When she had calmed, he beckoned for her to follow, “This way then, I will show you my ship and take you to our resident artist,” he added. He moderated his pace so she would be able to keep up with him. His had long legs, even for an Astartes, and did not want her to have to run.
She took a few more deep breaths as he instructed. When he beckoned for her to follow, she stepped behind him with a nod. As she followed, she skipped occasionally in happiness.
“M-may I ask what Lord Dolomen i-is like?”. She clutched the papers closer to her, crinkling them a little. “I-I am a little nervous meeting a-another artist.”
“Dolomen is not as tall as I am,” Astorath said; he was aware that even for an Astartes he was very tall. “He is patient, kind but doesn’t suffer fools. He will accept no foolishness, but I do not think that will be a problem,” he said. She had always been fine with him, not prone to silly outbursts.
“You will be fine. He likes drawing and sketching a great deal but he paints some amazing life-like paintings,” he said as they reached the connecting tube that joined the ships together.
“H-he sounds like a nice p-person.” She sighs quietly in relief, before hesitating a moment and stepping into the tube, hunching slightly. “H-has he done any landscapes? I-I’ve tried, but it is hard to g-get things to look right when I only have d-descriptions and a few photos.”
“He paints a lot of hills,” Astorath said. It was the tone of one who appreciated the work but did not fully understand the desire to paint such a subject. “I am sure he will be able to tell you a great deal about his work when you meet. All of us are encouraged to explore the arts, though I never took to painting myself.”
Smiling, she rifles through some of her papers. Pursing her lips a little, she moves one of the papers to the front of the stack and nods. “T-that would be most appreciated. H-has Lord Dolomen been to many places t-that he has drawn?”
She looks up at him, tilting her head slightly. “I-if I may ask, what type of a-arts did you take an interest in? O-or what do you like to d-do in your free time?”
“I will let him show you his gallery when we are there,” Astorath said, not wanting to steal the seargent’s thunder in any way. Dolomen was proud of his work and it was his right to show it off. He knew more anyway and would be able to tell the stories behind the paintings far better than Astorath could.
“Me? I was a poor painter, though I didn’t mind sculpting. I was average at best however. My creative talents bloomed when I took to the kitchen. I get a lot of enjoyment out of making food.”
“So, you’re Astorah.” Anxo says as he materializes out of seemingly no where.
Astorath turned his head at the voice and nodded, “I am indeed,“ he said.
Mephiston laughed, genuinely laughed - a rare treat, mirth showed on his face. He nodded, “Yes.”
Anxo beams. “I got you to laugh!”
He looked down, a faint colour on his cheeks, “It has been known to occur from time to time.”
“Then when was the last time?”
Looking back to Anxo, a glint in his eyes, he said, “Oh I don’t know, at least in the last century.”
Anxo’s eyes glint with joy. “Well I’m glad I can make you laugh.”
The Lord of Death did not have a great deal to laugh about these days it seemed and he deeply appreciated Anxo’s gift of mirth and the joyful smile it seemed to bring. “If you have a knack for it, I may hvae to keep you around,” he said, still smiling.
“I have a knack for doing stupid things which others find funny. Does that count?”
“I never lost my sense of humour,” Mephiston said, “So I believe that it does.”
“Great.” Anxo says with a mischievous grin.
“Do you cause Darius trouble?” he asked, aware that he did the same to Dante from time to time.
“Define ‘trouble’.” Anxo says with the same grin.
“Getting into situations that could be avoided, not doing exactly as your told, maybe playing the odd trick on other members of your chapter for amusement,” he said, the grin returning.
“Oh. Then yes, absolutely.”
“Then we are of a like mind,” Mephiston said. Usually, he kept himself aloof from others but he found he rather liked Anxo. Could it be that he was making a friend? How quaint!!
“Heh. Always fun.”
“So Anxo, we have discussed the rage and returning from it, our enjoyment of trouble and shared stories. What do you suggest we do now?”
Astorath bent down and pressed his cool, soft lips to hers in a brief flutter of irrepressible emotion. ‘It felt the right day for it,’ he spoke softly against her mouth before repeating the gesture and pulling away.
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She still wasn’t used to random affection, though the Inquisitor was glad they were alone when he gave it - Brackwel likely wouldn’t let her hear the end of it otherwise. Eirasa is about to question him, and the Astartes answers before she does before kissing her again. There’s not much time to return the gesture, and she finds herself puzzling over the words, simultaneously blushing and looking baffled.
“… the right day..?”
“Is it not ‘love day’?” he asked with a faint smile. The mortals, scant though they were, on his vessel had been talking about it and he wondered if he had been mistaken. Maybe about the day, not about the affection; that would never be a mistake and he knew it.
She stares a few seconds, before her blush deepens. “I-is that today..?” Normally, she had never really paid attention to such romantic holidays - not when she had no one to spend them with. And then the Inquisitor looks… upset..? “… I would have… planned something…” What, she wasn’t sure, but with time, she’d have come up with some way to share the holiday with him.
“Seeing you is enough,” he said, his voice little more than a low whisper. It was good to express the emotions he felt, though it wasn’t always easy to do so. “Especially when you colour so prettily,” he added before he lost the nerve and backed out altogether. “If you do want to spend some time together however, I am free in five hours.”
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