#obyrekh

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Wanted to update my necrontyr designs so they have actual outfits I'm gonna try to keep consistent now :3

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Only Zahndrekh could be facing horrors beyond mortal can and still have time to remark on the interior design.

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little messy animatic bc they are my grandparents and I think of them every time I hear this song

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The Lil Alpharius and Omegon comic I promised :>

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Silly~·˖✮

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wip of some lil guys out on a stroll

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severed is a great story that all should read.

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Setekh and Zahndrekh in a tent getting drunk and learning to hate each other, and Obyron being the one protected for once. I wrote this scene a while ago but have no idea nor drive to expand it any further, and it's not big enough for a full fic, not does it fit into the Flufftomber collection due to CW: implications of sexual coercion. (508 words)

“Setekh.”

“Mm?”

“You do know that man is one of my warriors, yes?”

Setekh's eyes narrowed with hunger. “Are you offering? You could order him in here right now. I think I would-”

“All of him is mine.”

But good things never last forever, and Setekh's gaping fishmouth soon sharpened into a tight grin. “You fiend. I should have known a piece like that wouldn't slip by unnoticed.”

Zahndrekh brought his glass up to his lips and took a long, satisfied sip as he waited for Setekh to come up with a response. He appeared to have locked up, mouth still parted slightly with nothing coming out. So that's what it takes to make him shut up.

Make it convincing. “How could I? You've seen him. Like an old god carved from stone - he could pick me up with one arm and carry me across the drill yard without breaking a sweat.”

“Oh, you can't say things such as that, making me think of him sweating.”

“Dedicated. Blazingly competent. Loyal, both to his commander and to his squad. Even-tempered, both on the field and off it. Not smart, perhaps - I don't believe he can read very well - but clever and wise beyond what anyone expects of the average soldier. And he spends a fair amount of his free time working out, even after normal drills. He genuinely tries to be the best he can.”

“By the stars.”

“Beg your pardon?”

Setekh waved his hands at Zahndrekh's face. The gesture was clumsy with wine now; he might not have to keep the act up much longer. “You're getting all soft-eyed. Don't tell me you actually like this man.”

Zahndrekh struggled to close his own stuttering mouth now. “What can I say, competence is attractive.”

“So we're in agreement!” As if toasting some great victory, Setekh raised his glass to Zahndrekh before taking his next sip. “You know… hear me out. Have him summoned, and we could share him. Clearly both of us appreciate him. Why not enjoy him together? I know it's been a while since we-”

“I did say he was mine, didn't I, Setekh?”

“Which is why there's nothing stopping you from calling him here immediately. You're clearly thinking about it.”

“I've considered it. And my conclusion is ‘no.’ I'm not keen on breaking him just for one fun night.”

“What? He's just a warrior! They don't even properly court each other; do you think you need to woo him or some nonsense?” Setekh scoffed.

If he won't stop pawing at the cookie jar, put it out of his reach. “Considering I plan to make him my vargard, yes, to a degree.”

“... You cannot be serious.”

“I'm not keen on getting on bad terms with someone who will be responsible for my food tasters and guard patrols.”

“No, him? As a vargard? He's an Immortal. Surely you would want to take a lychguard. A warrior with pedigree, not a sandborn walking gun-mount. Does he even know how to handle a glaive?”

“I told you, he practices in his free time. I've seen him work with the glaive plenty.”

“I bet you have.”