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Warnings: not much this time, the obligatory reference to Little Cat's past trauma
Description: Taliesin and his Little Cat struggle to maintain distance between them... when circumstances keep pushing them closer.
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You hadn’t meant to cry out. Better to be quiet, always better. To remain unseen, unnoticed. You curled your body into a tight ball, limbs wrapped around your knees and head bowed as your mind slipped back… back….
Do not scream. Do not moan. He… will grow bored of you and leave. The hands will stop. Please, let them stop!
“Little Cat?”
The voice stilled the spiralling of your mind.
You felt cool stone against your back, through the damp canvas of your makeshift poncho. Grass whispered against your bare ankles. Smoke from the crackling campfire tinged each breath of air you sucked into your lungs. In the distance, nighttime insects creaked and chirped amongst the trees..
And you sensed him.
You couldn’t look. Mortification pressed your face further into your bent knees. But his presence loomed large all the same.
Metal groaned. There was a thud and the ground beneath you trembled for a moment.
“Are you in pain?”
His impossibly deep voice was closer to your level now. The concern you heard there sent needles of shame straight through your body.
I don’t deserve this. I don’t!
You didn’t realize you’d spoken aloud until a low hum resonated through you. It lifted at the end, sounding almost confused.
“Why would you think that?”
Your head lifted. You couldn’t help it.
Firelight danced over Taliesin’s face, painting the ridges of his weathered features in alternating orange and black. He would have looked like one of the stone statues in your village’s small chapel if not for his eyes.
Golden and slightly luminescent, like a predator’s. But carrying none of a predator’s hunger. Only warmth in which you desperately wanted to bask.
“I can’t…,” you breathed, “... I shouldn’t!”
His head tilted slightly, once again reminding you ludicrously of a giant canine. You didn’t know if he intended to shift his great weight forward, but the slight movement made you flinch all the same.
Something in his eyes broke your heart anew.
“I will not hurt you.”
How many times has he told me this?
You looked back down at your knees. “I… I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He was quiet for a long while. You heard his breathing, ponderous and deep. You found yourself trying to match it, your heartbeat slowing, the roar of blood in your ears quieting. Despite everything, the panic guttered as quickly as it had ignited.
Leaving only a soul deep ache.
The words slipped past your lips before you could think to bite them back. “I’m broken. He… broke me. Sometimes… I almost forget. Like at the river. But it comes back.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks.
“It always comes back. I’m not… not strong enough. Not worthy. You shouldn’t… shouldn’t….”
“Stop.”
It was not a rebuke. A sigh like the roll of the tide against a shoreline washed over you. It carried the weary sadness of entire worlds. You shivered, but not because of fear.
Do Angels truly feel so deeply?
The insects continued in the night. The fire kept up its crackling. And tension hung in the air like fog.
“Rest, Little Cat.”
The presence retreated, ground trembling under his footsteps. Somehow the maelstrom of despair in your chest had faded.
You didn’t know how to describe what remained.
***
Taliesin stood over you in the pale light of dawn. They should have started moving hours ago. The mountains loomed foreboding overhead, and he did not know how treacherous the journey would prove, pass or no pass. Best to get an early start.
But he couldn’t bring himself to wake you.
You lay curled on your side, knees bent to your chest, hands tucked beneath your head. For once, you had not cried out during the night. Your face was smooth and peaceful.
It made something in his chest twist.
You look so young. So innocent.
He frowned as he recalled your words from the night prior. The self-loathing he’d sensed beneath them. He knew that feeling. He deserved it.
Not you.
It was not a sentiment many other Chapters would share. The Salamanders, certainly. He’d heard tell of their compassion toward even the victims of the Archenemy. Most Lamenters had. Chapter lore spoke of the Great Shame of the Badab War, when the two Chapters had found themselves on opposing sides. Veterans of that damned conflict told of the respect between them even then.
Taliesin had always hoped to encounter the Sons of Vulkan someday.
His eyes slid to your back, the knowledge of that cursed mark eating at him.
If not the Salamanders… the Blood Angels themselves… or perhaps a particularly understanding Ultramarine….
He thought of what would have become of you if you’d encountered the likes of the Black Templars. His fists clenched.
They would have cut you down on sight and called it mercy.
Hadn’t he almost done the same?
As he had the previous night, he sank to one knee next to you. You’d regained some condition in the time since he’d met you. He no longer feared snapping your limbs with a mere touch. Time under this world’s sun had returned color to your formerly translucent skin.
It looks so soft.
He stood with a jerk, jaw clenching.
“Little Cat.”
Your eyelids fluttered.
“Little Cat, awaken.”
They flickered open. He braced for the bolt upright, the instinctual flinch back from his armored form. Instead, you simply blinked up at him. You did not smile. But you did not grimace, either.
He felt some of the tension bleed from his shoulders. “Forgive me. We must go.”
Taliesin’s hands twitched inside his gauntlets as he watched you push yourself upright. “Do your feet yet pain you?”
You took a few, hesitant steps. “Not as much.”
“Good.”
He stepped back.
Distance, Lamenter. Distance.
“There are some rations remaining. Eat.”
As you gnawed on the meal bar and sipped river water he’d made sure to boil over the flames (he’d remembered just in time how sensitive mortal digestive systems could be), Taliesin eyed the forested slope rising steeply above them. No scent of predators or other threats wafted to him on the breeze. The calls of small avian creatures were the only sounds.
He raised his bare face to the sun now peeking its way over the mountains. The warmth pleased him.
“It will be a good day for travelling.”
You sniffed the air. “No rain nearby.”
He arched an eyebrow and you quickly looked away.
“I… I think.”
He wanted to question you.
On what planet were you born? Was it as… green… as this one? Was the terrain mountainous, forested, both? Did you have family?
A grimace twisted his lips. His desire to hear your soft, sweet voice was entirely selfish. He didn’t deserve it.
Unworthy.
The similarity to your own words last night sparked unease. But now was not the time to dwell upon trivialities.
“Let us go. Do you require my assistance?”
“No!”
The sharpness of your reply surprised him. “Very well. Follow… please.”
***
You hadn’t lied about your bandaged feet. Not really. They felt much better than they had the previous day. But as you scrambled up the slope behind your giant protector, you found yourself wishing yourself back in his arms.
Stop it!
Gritting your teeth, you pressed through the steadily increasing ache. You did not deserve his touch, or his pity. So you would learn to do without it.
I was strong once. I can be again.
The thought sent a surge of determination through you. And more than a little fierce glee. He… had kept you weak. Forced you into helplessness and frailty. Every step you took now, every rock over which you scrambled, every steep slope you pulled yourself up by grasping tufts of grass, you did to spite him.
I may be tainted… but I will not lay down and die.
“I… will… not!”
“Little Cat?”
Ahead, Taliesin had turned toward you. You felt heat flood your face as he looked down on you with that same glaze full of concern.
“I’m… all right.” You panted.
Again, not exactly a lie. Your lungs burned as they had during your panicked flight from the cannibals. The muscles in your thighs screamed. You gritted your teeth in disgust at your pathetic body.
“Your cortisol levels are rising.”
You had no idea what that meant.
“I’m fine!” You snapped, then cringed.
Anger is not allowed. Anger brings pain. Oh, Throne! I can’t believe I just-
“Hmm.”
That was all. Taliesin paused atop the slope, eyes scanning the approaching treeline. He didn’t appear the slightest bit annoyed by your outburst.
He wouldn’t be. Not him.
The surety of the thought surprised you. Taliesin wouldn’t punish you for your anger. So you let yourself feel.
“I used to… be able… to do things… like this..”
You wasted valuable oxygen by talking. But you couldn’t make yourself stop.
“I could climb… without… bleeding.” A tuft of grass loosened in your grasp, and you slid back a few feet. “Argh! I could run… without… falling.”
You slammed your hand against the moist ground. “I wasn’t… useless!”
“I believe you.”
The words made you pause. Taliesin’s golden eyes regarded you, not with pity, but calm assurance.
“Reach up and to your left.”
You did. Your fingers curved around an embedded rock the size of your fist. It didn’t move beneath your weight.
“Good. Now pull.”
A grunt burst from your chest as you hauled yourself the last few feet up the slope and flopped to the ground at Taliesin’s feet. For the first time, your heart beat like a wild thing from exertion rather than fear.
Exertion. And pride.
“I did it!” You smiled up at your Giant in Yellow Armor.
“You did.” He smiled back.
You lay there in the grass for a few moments, staring up happily at the Emperor’s Angel. The position felt familiar. Images of that glorious moment by the river flooded your mind.
I wish I could touch him again.
The happiness seeped from you like blood down a drain. Looking away from those beautiful golden eyes, you rolled up onto your knees. Trees, the same as the ones from the forest the two of you had journeyed through days ago, swayed in the breeze just beyond Taliesin. And beyond them….
“Ugh. More climbing.”
You swore you heard the giant chuckle.
***
Taliesin was proud of you.
It was a new feeling. He’d felt protectiveness over mortals before, often. Fondness as well.
But pride?
He watched you eye the mountains. You frowned, lips pressed together until they protruded slightly. He remembered seeing a serf woman instruct her young son to aid in removing the gathered refuse from their hab compartment once. The boy had made that exact expression.
Pouting. It’s called pouting.
His own lips twitched in amusement. Guilt followed swiftly.
I should not find enjoyment in your displeasure.
“Do you see the gap in the peaks?”
Your eyes narrowed and you shook your head. He knelt beside you, trying to get as close to your eye level as possible. The restrictions of his armor made it difficult.
“There.” He pointed.
“Oh!”
“I believe that is the pass. If so, we will not need to scale the peaks.”
Relief flooded your features. He felt the same. Hauling himself alone over the sheer rock walls would be difficult enough. He was no Raven Guard. And he had no means by which to secure you to his body.
The image of you tumbling to your death made something tighten within him. He stood.
“Do you require more water?”
You nodded, and he passed you the canteen he’d filled with purified river water. A few rivulets escaped your lips as you gulped, trickling down over your throat. The sight held an odd fascination. He looked away.
“You have done well this far.”
The color deepened across your cheeks. He’d seen the effect before, usually following something he’d said to you.
“What is the meaning of that?”
You cocked your head in confusion.
Before he could think better of it, he brushed an armored finger across your reddened skin. “The increased blood flow to your facial dermis. What is its purpose?”
Your eyes widened. The color went from a subtle shift to a far more vibrant tone. Pulling back, you scrambled to your feet, seeming to look anywhere but his face.
“Forgive me. Have I offended you somehow?”
“N-no… it’s… you shouldn’t….” You pressed your palms to your cheeks, as if hiding.
The image was oddly adorable.
“It does not cause discomfort?”
You backed up a few steps as you shook your head. “I… I’m fine.”
“Hmm.”
It seems there is much I still do not know about mortals.
Taliesin watched you turn away and brush nonexistent dirt off your poncho. A familiar melancholy ache pulsed behind his hearts.
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Was rereading the Sevatar dates the Primarchs’ daughters ask, and thought it’s time for a follow up.
The Primarchs’ daughter calls for help, and the Primarchs rush to her aid. To their great surprise , the problem is NOT Sevatar.
In fact, they find Sevatar half to three quarters dead, still shielding their daughter with his own body. Protecting her from whatever threat tried to hurt her.
Turns out Sevatar actually likes the girl, and he’s fiercely protective.
What do, Primarchs?
Had to reread my works too so here’s Part 1 for everyone else to have some context!
Fulgrim
“At least your skills aren’t lacking.”
What concerns him the most is that his daughter is alright, the savior comes second. While a lot of things need to be refined about Sevatar to make him acceptable in Fulgrims eyes at least the skills that the man has are good enough to rival some of his own. Perhaps his daughter hadn’t chosen that bad when it comes to her relationship and he’s reluctantly to admit it.
Lion El‘ Jonson
“Why were you in this situation in the first place?”
Nothing will make Lion love Sevatar and he’s paranoid enough to believe the whole rescue was staged or that Sev has some other motives for saving his daughter. You though he’s going to lessen the honor guard? Wrong! He doubles it since Sevatar can’t keep his daughter out of dangerous situations in the first place. Nothing escapes his suspicions.
Perturabo
“As you should.”
Hardly anything can impress Perturabo and the same goes for Sevatars heroic act. Being able to protect his daughter is a requirement to date her and Sev was just doing his duty in his eyes. Emperor forbid Sev would’ve failed his task. Perturabo would’ve just wring the neck of the first captain no matter what legion he belongs to or the consequences that might follow after.
Rogal Dorn
“This is…acceptable.”
Rogal had not wanted to have Sevatar around at all but even he couldn’t deny the competence that he had showed. His daughter being safer with a Night Lord than with his own soldiers was a flaw that he needed to fix. Now he might open his doors for the Night Lord under certain circumstances but that doesn’t mean he will suddenly allow them to run wild in his home.
Konrad Curze
“You didn’t fail..yet.”
With Konrad it’s not about how fiercely protective he is, it’s about how long Sev wants to be alive and with his skin on. He saw the worst futures for their relationship and yet Sev managed to avoid them. For a small while it makes him doubt his visions. Maybe his daughter is safe with one of his sons after all? He needs to look at the tarot cards to calm his soul.
Sanguinius
“Azkaellon please put away your sword.”
A part of Sanguinius had expected that Sevatar would sooner or later show his real face but it suprised him that it was not his daughter that received a bloody end. Perhaps he should have a bit more faith in their relationship after all. Although his honor guard is still ready to lynch Sevatar if he breathes the wrong way at the daughter of their Primarch.
Roboute Guilliman
Theoretical: The First Captain of the Night Lords saved my daughter from certain death. Practical: I have no reasons to object their relationship. Guilliman tried to meddle in his daughter’s life but now he had to begrudgingly accept that Sev was dedicated and won’t be going anywhere. Now he had lost that battle and was reluctantly stuck with an all too gleeful Night Lord.
Corvus Corax
“Your kind is usually more cowardly.”
That Sevatar survived was expected. That Sevatar would actually save his daughter was not. When the relationship started he had been skeptical and expected it to end in someone’s death but discrediting Sevatar would make him a hypocrite himself . Corvus might not like a whole legion of sadists and criminals but maybe he can tolerate one of them around.
Vulkan
“Maybe I judged too harshly.”
Vulkan is really trying to reconcile the image of the Night Lords with the man who stand before him. From someone like Sevatar he would’ve expected way less. Still just because Sev protected his daughter, doesn’t mean he’s suddenly welcome. Everyone can do grand gestures but Vulkan wants to see consistency instead but it’s a first step he can acknowledge.
Ferrus Manus
“Your strength didn’t waver.”
The methods of the eight legion might not be to his liking but Sevatar stands out and Ferrus knows that it’s a good match after all. He’s not fond of the first captain as a person but with his own philosophy Sevatar had shown strength of body and character and he had failed to recognize it when his daughter firstly introduced them. Now he had to change his mind.
Leman Russ
“Don’t expect any privileges.”
Leman snarls as it’s revealed that it was someone else who saved his daughter instead of his own legions but a debt is a debt. Sevatar might just won a way into the fold of the Space Wolves even if he’s not received warmly. It’s hard to earn Lemans respect but Sev is coming closer to it and maybe a few more acts like that will get him a honor spot amongst the legion.
Jaghatai Khan
“So a Night Lord does have a sense of honor after all.”
Jaghatai had frowned upon their relationship from the beginning considering the reputation that the Night Lords have but Sevatar seems to be an exception from their flock. While he may never fully accept the relationship it’s not beyond him to acknowledge that despite his misgivings Sevatar might be a good match as long as Sev keeps his loyalty to his daughter.
Magnus
“Something is strange with you First Captain.”
In this instance Sev is more under his scrutiny. Sure he was not thrilled about a Night Lord taking the heart of his daughter but now he might’ve felt something like psychic energy from the first captain and he’s intrigued. He would be mora then delighted to lead Sev to enlightenment if he’s proven right. He should’ve ner doubted his daughter’s judgement.
Mortarion
“Your survival is a testament of your resilience.”
The heroic act of saving his daughter is not the only thing that fascinates him. Despite all odds the first captain survived and pulled out his daughter. Mortarion is perhaps one of the few who was not against their relationship in the first place but the protection of his daughter confirmed that she had indeed chosen right even if it’s a Night Lord.
Angron
“Good.”
For Angron the fact that Sevatar not only has the strength to hold his own but is also loyal to his daughter solidifies their relationship. His brethren should take their first captain as an example instead of following their cowardly ways. Sevatar might be the only Night Lord that ever got the recognition of Angron and he’s more than proud of it.
Horus Lupercal
“And where have YOU been you imbeciles?”
His daughter is safe and that’s what matters the most for him. While Horus had not been that fond of Sevatar being with his daughter he realizes that maybe he’s useful beyond diplomatic relations with his brother and now he’s forced to accept that the relationship isn’t ending any time soon. Now he just needs to find out where the hell his Mournival were when the attack happened.
Lorgar Aurelian
“What a blessing that you are around..”
This was a sign that Lorgar had been wrong about the First Captain. He had been hesitant to accept the connection his daughter had with a Night Lord but now it was confirmed that they were supposed to be together by fate. Such devotion to protect his daughter is remarkable and will correct his own doubts. Perhaps their relationship had been a blessing in disguise.
Alpharius/Omegon
“An interesting development.”
While it certainly comes in handy that Sevatar was dating their daughter they also believed that a part of it was just a clever ruse for the eight legion to spy on them. Hardly any of the twins believed that the feelings were genuine but they were proven otherwise. It also raises question if the First Captain might switch sides for their daughter given the right circumstances.
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