Hathor Maat

Warhammer 30k/40k Ask an RP blog. Captain of the 3rd Fellowship. Magister Templi of the Cult of Pavoni. Member of the Cabal of Ahriman. Restored by Ahriman and Magnus. Usually lost somewhere in the Eye or busy on Sortiarius. Icon by toranekostudios. Background image by ask-magnus-the-red. Side blog to ask-saul-tarvitz.

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Ahzek shuffled up and pressed a delicate kiss to his companion's cheek. "Know that you are loved. Always."

Hathor wrapped his arms around Ahzek’s neck and kissed him back. “So long as you know the same, my friend.”

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He huffs in a moment of amusement.  “I’ve never seen anyone magic themselves into something better at fighting. You will have to show me.”  He lets Hathor’s fingers play over his back again as he thinks and puts words together.

“I want to duel you. As I’m sure you can tell, I’m not good at words. I want to duel- not to hurt. But to get to know you. Action makes a man, and so far… your actions are good. But I want to really know you.”

“I will,” Hathor promised. “I’d be only too glad to show you what I’m capable of.”

The prospect of a duel invigorated Hathor as much as it intimidated him. Any sort of combat against a Primarch could prove… well, deadly if not done well. “You are doing well enough with words, but I agree. Actions will prove more to you and I would really like for you to know me a good deal better.”

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He hmphfs and rumbles, settling down again with a cheek pressed against the bed. Angron is pleased with Hathors agreement. Slowly he’s moving on right direction, socialisation-wise.

“If you want. You should stop that and join me.” It’s an awkward invitation to cuddle, but an invitation nonetheless.

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Once the offer was made, Hathor was eager to take Angron up on it. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Angron’s cheek before curling up against him. With a smile, he moved the primarch’s arms around him and sighed contentedly. “An excellent suggestion.”

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“Hnn? What do you mean? I don’t need a concubine.” He’s misunderstanding the point again. “Whatever you want to do. As long as I can touch you.”

Hathor forced back a sigh as he eyed Angron with a bit of concern. “I mean that I enjoy your company and welcome your touch. There’s no need to think I desire to be treated any differently than I have been up to this point.”

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“Ah.” Well. He feels stupid, again. There’s a whole tree of social nuances that he’s never been introduced to and now he’s trying desperately to catch up. To know when someone wants him as badly as he does them.

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“I’m here because I wish to be here,” Hathor gently repeated, taking Angron’s hand in his. “With you because I prefer you. You needn’t worry about it, Angron.”

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He huffs in a moment of amusement.  “I’ve never seen anyone magic themselves into something better at fighting. You will have to show me.”  He lets Hathor’s fingers play over his back again as he thinks and puts words together.

“I want to duel you. As I’m sure you can tell, I’m not good at words. I want to duel- not to hurt. But to get to know you. Action makes a man, and so far… your actions are good. But I want to really know you.”

“I will,” Hathor promised. “I’d be only too glad to show you what I’m capable of.”

The prospect of a duel invigorated Hathor as much as it intimidated him. Any sort of combat against a Primarch could prove... well, deadly if not done well. “You are doing well enough with words, but I agree. Actions will prove more to you and I would really like for you to know me a good deal better.”

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“Hnn? What do you mean? I don’t need a concubine.” He’s misunderstanding the point again. “Whatever you want to do. As long as I can touch you.”

Hathor forced back a sigh as he eyed Angron with a bit of concern. “I mean that I enjoy your company and welcome your touch. There’s no need to think I desire to be treated any differently than I have been up to this point.”

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Angron grunts at him and kisses his cheek and hairline, and then nuzzles at Hathor’s neck with a heavy sigh of satisfaction. Unfiltered, he’s sending a soft, steady “love you love you love you” across their link as he drags his lips over the soft skin.

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+I love you+ Hathor replied, letting himself bask in the unfiltered sentiments being shared with him. He shivered slightly as Angron moved, suddenly cold and then just as suddenly warm again. +I love everything about you.+

A part of him felt he ought to rise and wash up, but he didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to interrupt Angron. He certainly didn’t want to leave him either. +You were gone for so long. I want to come with you next time. I want to make sure you come back safely.+

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“… No.” He says after a long moment of thought. “I had assumed it was… some sort of chore. A minder for the broken brother. A position where you reported back on my failings and then they would judge me worthy of leaving this quarantine wing.”  His back heaves in a large sigh.

“I’m glad that it wasn’t that.”

Hathor bent down over his back and kissed Angron’s cheek. “From the beginning, I have felt honored if a bit uncertain to be given the role of aiding you. I didn’t want to fail or disappoint you or Lord Magnus… That said, you are no burden, Angron. I am grateful to have you in my life. Particularly at such close proximity.”

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Thoughtful, he makes a soft “hnnn” sound, then decides to ask what’s on his thoughts.

“Why? What do you get out of it? Tell me about you. You know all about me. All I know about your role is to me. And that you’re..hnnn… magic.”

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“I get to be with you,” Hathor repeated, knowing that Angron wouldn’t see the value in that. It would be up to him to reinforce the notion then.

“I am magic,” he added with a laugh. “A biomancer. I can change aspects of myself to fight harder. And I can heal. Beyond that, I enjoy research and time spent with others. I’m sure you can tell I enjoy a good conversation.”

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His scalp between the implants is remarkably sensitive, and he makes a soft, not-quite whining noise when Hathor’s fingers brush his skin. Kissing back for a moment, Angron pulls away and demands “Do that again.” He moves to snuffle and nuzzle at Hathor’s neck instead, trying to taste him without actually biting.

More than content to do as instructed, Hathor sighed happily as Angron nuzzled his neck. The Primarch’s skin was warm against his and he savored the sensation. He let his fingers brush back and forth over Angron’s head, letting his nails rake gently over skin. He was going to keep his touch light for the most part. “What else would you like?”

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“I don’t know.” Angron rumbles into Hathor’s neck, mollified into peacefulness  by the soft strokes on his head. All his life his encounters had been rough, harsh and fast, with no time for true cuddling. “This is nice.” He confirms, then gives the soft skin under Hathor’s ear a little lick. Hathor tastes nice. A little like the smell of books and something slightly salty.

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“It feels wonderful,” Hathor admitted, sighing again. He cherished the warm weight of Angron around him, pleased to be so close to someone he was coming to care so very much about. “I would be only too glad to offer this to you more often, Angron.” 

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“… No.” He says after a long moment of thought. “I had assumed it was… some sort of chore. A minder for the broken brother. A position where you reported back on my failings and then they would judge me worthy of leaving this quarantine wing.”  His back heaves in a large sigh.

“I’m glad that it wasn’t that.”

Hathor bent down over his back and kissed Angron’s cheek. “From the beginning, I have felt honored if a bit uncertain to be given the role of aiding you. I didn’t want to fail or disappoint you or Lord Magnus... That said, you are no burden, Angron. I am grateful to have you in my life. Particularly at such close proximity.”

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Healing Wounds

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His scalp between the implants is remarkably sensitive, and he makes a soft, not-quite whining noise when Hathor’s fingers brush his skin. Kissing back for a moment, Angron pulls away and demands “Do that again.” He moves to snuffle and nuzzle at Hathor’s neck instead, trying to taste him without actually biting.

More than content to do as instructed, Hathor sighed happily as Angron nuzzled his neck. The Primarch’s skin was warm against his and he savored the sensation. He let his fingers brush back and forth over Angron’s head, letting his nails rake gently over skin. He was going to keep his touch light for the most part. “What else would you like?”

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"Do you have a map? I just keep getting lost in your eyes." (ask-hathor-maat)

“I’ll be your guide, dear Maat.” The First Captain smiles in his cracked amusement. 

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Hathor smiled back. “Oh, please do so. I’d gladly follow your lead.”

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Hathor! My dick must be a comedian... when I see you, all he wants to do is stand up.

Hathor sighed. “....Ahzek... That’s rather bad, I think, but... I suppose I appreciate the implied compliment?”

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"I'd infiltrate your camp any day." (ask-hathor-maat)

“Want to infiltrate my bedroll too?” He’s shameless.

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“Oh, of course. That’s by far the finest part of your camp.”

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"Take off those stupid sorceror's robes and come here." Angron's pickup lines still need work. (ask-angron-thalkyr)

Hathor grinned. Angron could use the encouraging and he had no issues with the command. “Anything for you.”

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I hear you have a think for Persian food.

“I’m not sure what that means. I do enjoy a wide range of foods, however.”

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Do blondes really have more fun?

“I certainly do.”

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(Shala for the shitty pickup line!) "Would you like to come and build a nest with me, Peacock?" WINK WONK

Hathor chuckled. “Anytime, and you know it.”