Snippets
A random assortment of stories from the Lords of Dawn. 100 words or less.
Uzaz reaches out and pulls the stem away from the main body of the plant, deheading it. He is slow but precise, cutting each bloom directly beneath the receptacle, ever aware of how the stem would bruise and snap if he but applied a little more pressure. How the sheers in his hand might be used to do worse. Uninvited the thoughts come to him, green sticky sap turning red in his mind’s eye.
The stem done he moves on to the next, and on and on, thoughts slowly growing quiet until at last there is blissful silence.
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The mind could be such a foul thing.
Korivan knew the itching behind his horns was nothing more than a phantom. Conjured by paranoia and trauma. He was clean. His body free of disease or impurity and yet the deformations argued otherwise. They were proof. A visible stain. A sign he was genetically unfit.
He’d not realized he’d clenched his jaw until broad fingers brushed the base of his horn and startled him. Drawing him from his thoughts. The apothecary looked up and shivered at the repeated motion.
“Sleep?” Korivan pondered the request and then nodded. Sleep taking him shortly.
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Talon watched Tempestus work with something akin to childlike fascination. The young Astartes had taken a shine to the techmarine in spite of lack of conversation. Talon did not mind though. Tempestus was a good listener and a joy to watch in a way others were not when they worked. Perhaps it was the act of creation rather than destruction. Or simply the marvel of Tempestus’s mind.
Without a word Talon passed him a wrench before the other lifted his hand. Tempestus took it, a look of fondness in his eye that made Talon feel warm.
