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Epistolary Ashes - Primaris Librarian

Standalone detail shots, as I realized I only had the diorama picts. Poor Ashes still gets her nosebleeds, even ten thousand years later.

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Ruffled Feathers (Drabble)

Branwen had hoped that her Shadow Force was still out on exercise. As she stepped into the block of barracks assigned to her Astartes, it became immediately apparent that this was not the case. Raven Guard were milling about, some still in their warplate while others wore their duty fatigues. They were seeing to weapon maintenance, or otherwise conversing in small groups.

“Cap!” Corbin called out with a hearty smile as she raised a bottle. “Some kind soul left us a gift!”

Branwen returned the smile as she made her way over, doing her best not to sigh - she’d been noticed. At a low table, the Veteran sat with her usual companions.

“Have a nip,” Corbin chuckled, pouring a glass for the Shadow-Captain. “Taste of home’ll heal your stomach up in no time!”

At her side, the Apothecary Addivaria scrunched up her face in disagreement, but said nothing.

“Who’s responsible?” Raana sipped at a cup, barely looking up from a dataslate that scrolled with lines of post-exercise statistics. “We’re a long way from Kiavahr.”

“Lady Arturia.” Thirteen piped up, turning down a proffered glass.

The four stopped, their heads turning to the Shadow-Captain as she felt a familiar warmth in her cheeks. She took a long sip, letting the liquid burn down her throat in an attempt to delay a response.

“Hey, uh, Cap? Where were you just now?” Corbin had a knowing smile on her face.

The heat of the spirits was matched only by that in Branwen’s face. “Uh... Well, she- er, Lady Arturia asked for my company after dropping off the gift.”

Addivaria leaned in, her eyes wide. “Are you two seeing eachother?”

“Do we really need to be asking the Captain this?” Raana looked up from her dataslate with an exasperated expression. Branwen glanced over to the no-nonsense Sergeant with a desperate, thankful expression.

“Yes!” Corbin and Addi chorused.

“Well,” Branwen stammered, “She wanted to take me to see the Inner Palace. We went to the Gardens...”

“And then?” Corbin’s grin widened. “Did you kiss her again?”

Branwen sputtered. She was sure her face was as red as IX Legion armor at this point. After a moment, she finally managed to regain her voice. “Don’t make me pull rank, you two!”

“Aye Captain,” The pair chorused once more, before Addi nudged Corbin. “That means yes.”

The Shadow-Captain sunk back in her seat, holding out her glass. “I’m going to need another.” She let out a long sigh, before catching Thirteen’s eye. The little Librarian was smiling as well, but something was different there. Hers was one of genuine happiness.

“I’m very happy for you, Captain.”

Despite her ruddy cheeks, Branwen felt her embarrassment ease as she smiled back.

(@40kartweek - for the ‘Blush’ prompt)

#40kArtWeek #40kOCWeek

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Codicer Thirteen, XIX Legion

Super productive work day. :P

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Ashes, Thirteenth Epistolary - Primaris Librarian

Finally finished my Primaris Librarian! Took a while, but she turned out pretty well. An update of my Horus Heresy-era Librarian Thirteen, who has adopted a new name along with the Primaris upgrades she’s recieved.

Credit to Mike Simeon for the evil chickens Tzaangors.

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Zack Hemsey - "Soothsayer (Instrumental)"

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Soothsayer Can you save them? Can you save them? Can you see the streets in blood? The remnants of your name? Soothsayer Can you save them?

(Happened across this during a wander through Spotify, and couldn’t help but think of smol psyker birb. The lyrical version also works out quite well in this regard.)