💜 Make Sig happy, Ran-ran.
[ Heart drabbles ]
Ranulfr gripped the small wooden carving in his hand, trying not to sweat too much. It had taken him some time to work this piece of wood into the shape he wanted, as he did not usually work in such a small size, and the form he was carving was somewhat unfamiliar. Still, he thought he had made something that Sigismund might like.
He found the First Captain in the library, reading one of the records, catching up on events he had missed out on during his stasis. It was not uncommon to find him either here or in the practice cages even on his off hours in the warp - the First Captain was not known for wasting free time.
“Sigismund.” Ranulfr said, perhaps a little too formally. He cleared his throat.
The older man looked up from the dataslate he was perusing, quirking an eyebrow at the tone. “Ran.” He said simply.
“I heard it was Christmas, or something like that, on Terra.” He held out the carving, open on his palm. It was a Templar cross, inlaid with protection runes, and attached at the top with a cord of leather. “I don’t know if you celebrate or anything… But I figured I owed you one anyway.”
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