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The Cutting Edge of a Sabre

Fandom: Rogue Trader

Ships: enby!von ValanciusXJae; enby!von ValanciusXSolomorne

Word Count: 2,893

Rating: Mature

Summary: “And I pray to the Exalted One that the tip does not split my heart into two bleeding halves.”

When Raas von Valancius goes down on Dargonus, Jae Heydari and Solomorne Anthar have to get them back up again, and Jae must face a terribly uncomfortable truth: just how much it scares her.

For a moment, the only sound on the battlefield—on the entire world—is Jae Heydari screaming. 

Torn through her ravaged lungs up to her priceless throat augment, these parts of herself ruined and reforged to be the pirate princess of Efreet, all glitter and gold, only for her body to betray her now, each word clawing away at the gilt: “NO! NO! NO!”

The body of Raas von Valancius crumples beneath Tazarra’s klaive.

The first gift she ever gave them was a klaive. That is how their relationship works, you see, how all relationships work. A pretty bauble here, a heretical trophy there, sometimes they give you a Mercatum Tabula Officiale and tell you it’s for friendship so you give them a cloak, and sometimes they give you a dress and tell you it’s for love so you give them a lacerax to even the scales, because that’s all that life is. Transactions.

And it would be awful to lose a patron.

But ‘patron’ doesn’t explain the pleading, the goddamn pleading, as if the universe has ever given her anything simply because she asked for it.

As if the universe has ever listened to the cries of a defenseless girl.

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wip wednesday

@bleedthebeat tagged me a bit ago, i've been in a bit of a writing slump but i think i finally have some good momentum for this piece <3

no pressure tagging @yashaii @thewardenisonthecase @vigilskept @gyrovagi & anyone else who wants to share something <33

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Ambivalenz

Fandom: Rogue Trader

Ship: enby!von ValanciusXHeinrix van Calox

Word Count: 1,108

Rating: Explicit

Summary: (adj.) Simultaneously experiencing or expressing opposing or contradictory feelings, beliefs, motivations, or meanings. A heavy makeout session—and Raas von Valancius’ thoughts—quickly spiral out of control.

“S-sorry.” They smile, easy but embarrassed. By the unruliness of their autonomic nervous system. By the very act of indulgence. To lose the run of themself trying to feel something genuine… “Not all of us have as much control of ourselves as a biomancer.”

Heinrix’s gaze drags slowly down the length of them to the darkening patch of fabric between their legs. His mouth hangs open, gaped around words that Raas does not expect to come. Skittish in all things physical, and now Raas has gone and spooked him, maybe ruined the whole affair, at least for the night.

But before they can suggest trying again later, Heinrix is dropping to his knees.

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"Tell me, dear Proctor, have you had the privilege of fighting alongside our esteemed Lord Captain before?"

The elevator ride is long. Solomorne eyes first the questioner--another newcomer to the Rogue Trader's retinue, glinting in gold and mischief--and then the subject. He keeps expecting something to be obviously different about them. That's what the rumors say, after all. That Raas von Valancius burns with the same holy fire that destroyed Rykad Minoris.

"It's been a while since I've had that particular honor."

"Oh, you are in for a surprise, lawman!" The witch laughs, sharp and caustic. "At least you have a shield; our other resident stick-in-the-mud is not quite so fortunate."

The Inquisitor clears his throat. "Raas is an accomplished psyker of remarkable self-possession."

First name. A note of defensiveness. Interesting.

"How's that for flattery?" von Valancius beams, all teeth, but soft, somehow, more a curtain of fabric than a pane of glass, waiting to envelop. Give. "I can hear the cherub's call now: Rogue Trader Raas von Valancius, protector of the Koronus Expanse and the most dreadfully boring person in the sector."

"When it comes to psykers, sanctioned or otherwise, 'boring' is preferable," Solomorne says dryly.

"I know." Where Tlass and Heydari roll their eyes, von Valancius is quick to give away the joke. Brow melting, voice dropping, quiet as candle wax when they add, "Don't worry, I know fire, and I know burns." They reach out, as if to touch Solomorne again. Not the shoulder this time but the flank, corroded from the brunt of the explosion. The pain is easy to swallow, secondary to duty, but in that moment it flares. Roars up to fill the gap between their bodies. Anticipatory, almost, awaiting a contact, a gentleness, that never comes. "I'd be happy to take a look at this later. And in the meantime..." The maw of interlocking metal above them slides open, announcing their imminent arrival on the bridge of the Heartless with a hiss. "They're right, you should keep your distance."

A simple instruction. One Solomorne should have been well-prepared to follow. Distance is at least half of what an arbitor does. Above and apart, get too close and your judgement might err. Keep the world at shotgun's length.

But he could not have been prepared himself for seeing it. Feeling it. The difference. No mere shadow of reputation, the fledgling with the hunched shoulders suddenly standing tall as the full resplendence of the God-Emperor bursts from their pores.

Rogue Trader Raas von Valancius is golden. Bathed in oranges and purples, a sunset rages in the cold heart of space. Flames billow out from the seams of their robes to lap at their enemies, and though Solomorne has heeded their warning, for all the space between them, careful, respectful, it is still near enough to burn. Righteousness shimmers, blinding, devouring the oxygen in his lungs. Leaves him breathless.

He has seen witchcraft before. He has not seen it like this: sacrifice, scintillating.

Hm.

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Really extremely important part of the post-game polycule shenanigans

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okay. throws up.

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assigned slut by spellcheck

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really unfortunate that ive made a character whose defining trait is that they try to talk instead of fight when they've been backed into a corner bc i think it would be so extremely awesome for them to be dragged to the trial & for solomorne to see them bloodied and bruised from the mauls of other arbitrators.............................