giggles in the corner of the room like a messed up psychopath, looking at konrad: my precioussss
in other words please read these few lines, i love this mentally unstable primarch squeals
your fingertips find his jawline in the dark and Konrad goes still. it is the first time you touched his skin. you're not afraid. that alone stops his heart.
your thumb traces his cheek with impossible gentleness and something cracks open in his chest. he only had violence in his entire life, it's all he knew. butas your hand trembles against his face like you're holding something precious his heart does something it never did before: skips a beat.
"you shouldn't..." he whispers.
"i know. i'm doing it anyway."
and he lets you. just ... lets you. he is unmade by the softness of mortal hands, finally believing he might deserve something other than the dark.