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Today's Angel Is a No-Look Zone[Not x Reader.]
Bottom Sanguinius
"Why do you turn your head away? You should face me — face your brother, your lover, and your new emperor."
"I only wish my eyes might never see you again... let not the memory of you disturb my heart any longer."
P1: The traitor-victory timeline is truly delicious. The angel, forced to stay by Horus's side...
P2: Still in the midst of a 3-year run of pure-hearted innocence. Beautiful days... 🥺🥺
A massive thank-you to the artist @clamfairy —this piece is so narrative and atmospheric, I'm completely in love with it.
“Chase the light of being free.”
Private setting, pilot setting, modern AU
His Brother, His Bird
Horus was not, at first, skilled in—or rather, he had no idea how—to braid another's hair. But when his angelic brother, Sanguinius, came aboard the Vengeful Spirit to learn from him by the Emperor's command, Horus gradually mastered this craft. In the beginning, Sanguinius would often let out soft hisses at Horus's unskilled techniques, and strands of that molten-gold hair would remain caught in his palm, each one stirring a deep sense of guilt within Horus.
But as time passed, he perfected the art. The golden river flowed under his hands as he wove it into styles both practical and resplendent.
In certain moments, Horus would think to himself: This is too much like keeping a pet. You provide them with food, shelter, and trust, and in the end, you must also tend to their wings. And they, in turn, would place their complete faith in you, even drifting off into a daze in your arms.
Sometimes, Horus felt this notion was too profane a thought for his brother. At other times, he thought—truly—that Sanguinius was the beautiful bird he kept.
Confrontation and Evasion
He avoided their gaze. Those ice-blue eyes were always veiled in a mist of sorrow — even now, as they stood so close that their warmth could seep into his very flesh, his heart remained separated from them by a pane of fogged glass.
A Short Tale of the Blood Angels
Among the Blood Angels, a tale is whispered: When a loyal Blood Angel has proven his devotion and courage through countless battles, he may dream of the glorious and sacred Primarch as he slumbers. In the dream, Sanguinius gazes with sorrow at the lilies surrounding him—each bloom a testament to the trials and bravery endured by the son. With pride and melancholy, the Great Angel looks upon them, then stains the base of the lilies with his own blood and offers the crimson-tinted flower to the dreamer. This mark ensures that the Angel may find him. At the moment of death, the son will see Sanguinor holding the bloodied lily, guiding him to the Primarch’s side, where eternal peace awaits.
At Sundown
The skies of Baal always burned with a crimson glow. Horus studied the regicide board—a rare moment of peace between the brothers, undisturbed by war or duty. Compared to the cramped cabins of their warships, the halls of Baal’s fortress-monastery felt vast and solemn. The air carried the planet’s distinctive scent, faintly tinged with radiation.Horus looked up and met his brother’s eyes, icy blue and piercingly clear. He saw Sanguinius smile.Sanguinius said, “Will you not continue, brother?”
“The light that flickered in his eyes did not come from a lust to kill, but from a ferocious, proprietary tenderness.”
And John bare record, saying, I saw the “Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode upon him. And I knew him not: but he that sent me to baptize with water, the same said unto me, Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending, and remaining on him, the same is he which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost.”
“For he poured out his life unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors. For he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.”
"...for he will save his people from their sins."