#immortalshe

[dxrktidings]

❝My noble Emperor... You haven't let me win our regicide match, have you?❞

"Now, now. Why would I let you win, hm? Besides, the game has not yet ended, so do not so easily claim yourself the victor."

[vicarlunares]

" From this moment forth, your destruction will be my sole occupation... " said @immortalshe

Oh, so his Father's discarded, well-dusted pawn piece finally found her fire, hm. Such revelation brooks its humor on if offense was found in the smallest, off-handed threat against the Emperor, or the caustic burn of several planets flaring too close to her precious home.

Amusement would stretch his lips into a smile —— if his crimes were any less impersonal to their shared bond. Bond. Two people could never been further from each other in relation. Even the mere blood of their transcendent cursed genes could not tie their words nary their hands together in longed harmony.

" I find you hardly qualified for such position, " his laugh was a low rumbling sound of hilarity.

" But, go ahead, speak to me what you intend to do, princess. I'm far more interested in what that awful imagination of yours can create yet. "

[syntheticache]

cont. — @immortalshe

It was all Malcador could do to stare down at the Imperial Princess watching as she weeps her misery into bottomless buckets. For what truly troubled her, he could only guess— and likely still be wrong depending on her mood.

" No, I'm not, " he concedes, " however realistic we must maintain, it doesn't mean I must be without hope. "

His desk of comfortable statistics were far from him. A war he was better attuned with away from his grasp, now centered on a delicate woman for whom he has yet to construe. Any would-be impatience is smoothed over by his empathetic understanding that she only mourns her pertinacious brother. Had either of them been anymore congenial, perhaps it could have been a point of relation.

Lord Regent retains the distance established, shadows falling over his own face, leaving behind the suggestion of a man somewhere within. No more than some eidolon that parades the Palace anymore.

At Mehns' words, his head cranes one way, the way a vulture might inspect a pulpy, blown out carcass cradled in overgrowth, " we shall see. " What good was his King to weep for him if nothing was gained, nothing accomplished? He thinks. His mood was poor and he could only imagine such foretelling spelled either an omen or a funereal outcome. Neither of which he cared to think on.

Out extends a hand to her, not to take, rather to gesture, " come now. Might I humor you before you leave us? "

[adeptvsimperialis]

❝O' Master of Mankind, won't you spare me a few meagre hours? I have much exciting news...❞

When the Emperor turned from His work, His eyes settled on Luna almost instantly when she spoke.

" What news? " He asked.

His words were right to the point-- as always, He had been so caught up in His work, creating the Primarchs, ever-so-carefully crafting their genecode to fit perfectly with His visions, always holed away into His laboratory and doing everything He could to perfect the Primarch Project.

Luna managed to catch Him right when He was leaving the lab. He tilted His head to her now, gesturing for Luna to walk with Him as He now began to walk down the halls for more of His work-- reports, status updates, preparations... so much to do as Emperor.

" Walk with me, dearest sister. " Revelation said, " If it is a destination you need me to reach, we can get there together and you may lead the way. What news do you have to share? "

[dxrktidings]

❝Shiprak, won't you eat your breakfast? You are confined, but you do not have to starve and punish yourself...❞

His eyes were distant and cold as the woman came to his cell. At least it hadn't been the Custodians or the other guards. He was getting sick of their torment. Yet somehow this felt worse. The Princess of Luna deigned to bring the imprisoned Primarch a meal? How absurd. It was far beneath her to do such and she knew it.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice not as strong as it could be. Millenia of starvation and sedation to keep him docile would do that to anyone. "You're not just here to deliver a simple meal are you, chaachee?"

That word that had been a term of endearment on Bageecha. But not here. Not now. Not for her.

[idiosynth]

@immortalshe sent : ❝if your god’s with you, you’re a lucky man...❞ / starter prompts.

david doesn't immediately respond, his processor taking a moment to process her words. it wasn't that the synthetic didn't understand her meaning, he just merely felt it a rather ... odd sentiment to say to something like him.

"if one does not have a god they rely on for luck? what then? I am trying to learn the reasoning why people cling onto religion and deities for whatever reason, when you, yourself, are capable of such feats with no divine intervention necessary."

[scindo-iii]

still think your life is blessing from your god, do you? poor little boy...

Initially, there comes only a derisive snort down the Eternal's nostrils. But something else brews after, bubbling with toxin and vitriol.

"Ah, and you would know all that I feel and think. This is conclusive evidence of your superior intellect of course." There is nothing so infuriating to him as someone assuming such stature. Even who she is cannot contend with the flames of his ego.

Lucius draws in close, stooping to see into her eyes. Like he'd find something in there. Fear might be enough to soothe his choler.

"I have one lord only, and he is not Slaanesh."

[vicarlunares]

hush ⸻ @immortalshe

With proud stance and a magnificent smile, the Imperium's most charming son entertains his ethereal aunt with ardor. Gold dishes of confectionaries and diamond rimmed chalices, bowls teemed with aged wines, line the table to her satisfaction —— Horus is every bit of a bewitching, talented host this evening.

" Oh—, " he pauses, no less adoring as it were attentive, palm raised && gestured towards her," go ahead, your highness. "