Im not gonna promise I'm back from my haitus. Though maybe I am and I just gotta accept I'm not writing every week. But thanks @tomatojellyfish for their blurbs which had "You had loved before him, but now your love is dead"
"No." The Primarch says as her jaw aches. She was clenching so hard to keep her mouth shut and to not make a noise of protest.
She had been in shambles since her husband had died. You a powerful leader of men... you who brought a beast of a machine spirit to your will... had been in shambles since he died. And she had taken time away from the Crusade to mourn and were trying to get reinstated now just after a week.
Perturabo had always admired her from afar. Oh he did not like the small man that had managed to work his way into her once guarded heart. But his death blew open those walls akin to an internal demolition charge. She was in free fall in his eyes even if she put up those false walls again that no one could tell the difference of from a distance. No he was not going to allow her to have this charade of being a solid ingot of metal when in reality she had the strength of a prop. He watched her jaw tighten and her body shake as she kept her arguments to herself.
Oh he was thrilled that she tried her hardest to keep up an air of sanity and control. "You are not ready to return to your station. You are still a wreck." He says in his typical harsh tone and she breaks under the slight pressure. Her hands behind her back come up to her face covering it.
"You're right my Primarch." She takes a desperate inhale, "I'm so tired of being so sad. I figured that if I could just... I'm rambling I will dismiss myself."
"No. You will not dismiss yourself." He growled watching the unflinching shipmistress flinch, "Continue your thought."
"I figured if I could get back in my seat that I could just forget about him. And move on."
Perutrabo makes a dismissive noise and rolls his eyes, "I think a child would be able to see your flimsy paper grade strength that you hold yourself up with."
She let out a choking noise as she just bows in place to try to not let the primarch see the tears on her face. Oh he was right. "I understand if you will be dismissing me from your service." It only made sense that he needed someone stronger than her.
"For the time being you will be in mourning. The secondary shipmaster has taken command. You have given me proven and repeated results. It would be a shame to let you just flounder and then get snapped up by someone else. Terra forbid another of my brothers getting you in your service," The unsaid fear of Dorn snatching you up, "But you require structure in your time of mourning that you cannot provide yourself."
She stands back into attention, still shaking from the silent crying, but continuing the facade of strength. "Will you be assigning someone my Lord Primarch?"
"No. I do not trust anyone else to not mess up one of my better shipmasters. I will be the one to give you structure. I shall be helping you during this time for you and you will return to my service. Should that be commanding a ship once more or in another way. Your mind is too brilliant for me to waste." He notes the way her eyes light up at the complement, "I will help you just allow me to set out plans for you to return."
He feels that relief flood is body like cold water over his skin as she nods in agreement. He finally dismisses her, "Expect a plan for how to proceed within two cycles."
"Thank you my lord Primarch." She says with a warble in her voice and hope in her eyes... relief... joy... he drinks the way she looks at him.
"Of course." He says standing up, "I believe getting you into a heathy regimen will help get you back in order but you will see what I have planned in the coming days," He remarks casually putting his hand on her upper back as he guides her out. And for the first time since her husband had died he saw her smile at him, "Take Care."
"Thank you once again my Primarch." She bows before walking out with her head held high feeling a strength in her step that she had once lost. She knows the Primarch would not steer her wrong.
For Perturabo he would have to plan this new siege carefully but he knows that he will of course win her heart.
UGH i wish i experienced being in secret relationship with another “straight” cheerleader who has an evil football boyfriend because i really like the idea of having to have a certain persona but really being a pathetic dog on your knees for some girl who doesn’t get pleased by her bf
just imagine the two of you almost getting in trouble by your coach for being late again, getting teased by the other girls on the team for always being late but none of them knew it’s because you were regularly hooking up in her car. still sweaty from grinding and kissing on each other in the stadiums parking lot.
never caring if it was a win or a loss because the two of you always ended up pressed against a wall in a locker room kissing until her boyfriend called her cell. your head between her thighs sucking and licking at her pussy as she fisted your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to her heat. coming undone on your tongue as she ignored the call from her boyfriend for the third time, legs shaking as forced your head to stay.
calling you her bitch had your panties soaked, tempted to hump her shoe but you too nervous to show her how pathetic you really were.
now imagine dragons…i liek the idea of a woman being really mean to me and maybe even smacking me around a bit
the urge to kiss rui kamishiro!! the urge!! to get up on your tippy-toes because he’s so tall!! put your hands on his shoulders for support!! tuck that little floppy strand of hair (you know the one!!) behind his ear as he starts blushing!! and then give him a little smooch on the lips!! and then afterwards!!! he freezes up!!! and just!!!! stares!!!!! while his face starts to burn up!!!!!!!! ARGHHH!!
Sanguinius: Okay! New rules! We ask the serfs permission *before* drinking their blood. And, you should take the time to get to know them, they're people too. Also give them a snack afterward, don't just send them back to work immediately.
Blood Angels: Fine, dad
*overall sorta reluctant, but a few take an immediate liking once they get to know their personal blood thralls, some are def already besties (or try to be)
~later~
BA1: No, no, this is *my* blood thrall, you can't have them
BA2: Well mine is still resting!
BA1: And how is that my problem?? Fuck off
*pouty angel carrying away his serf in his arms while they just look dumbfounded at being fought over*
