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She left as soon as she noticed the Legionary waiting, not before bowing her head once more. Legion matters were none of her business and she went to search for the remembrancers’ deck.

Hollow

The dark eyes primarch pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “I know loss,” he said, “But I don’t want to speak of the pain of grief in this case,” he said. His voice was soft, very unlike that of his brother Horus. He wrung his hands together, as if not altogether comfortable. “I want to talk about the feeling of loss when someone you are close to is not near, the ache that they leave behind. Not necessarily of a lover you understand but of someone who you rely on for support. When they are gone, it leaves a heavy sensation in here,” he said tapping his chest lightly. “Do you understand?”

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"Thank you Lord.' she said. 'I was asking out of diplomacy, so I would not infringe any etiquette." the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of a diplomatic incident. She wondered how much her face was known, and if it would hinder her relations with the other remembrancers, stunting them much like they were with the remembrancers of the XVI.

The primarch then rose, saying he had to go. She drained her tea, before raising as well. She bowed low in a sincere gesture of respect. "Thank you for your time, Lord Corax, it was an honor. Now if I may?" she said, waiting to be granted leave.

Hollow

The dark eyes primarch pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “I know loss,” he said, “But I don’t want to speak of the pain of grief in this case,” he said. His voice was soft, very unlike that of his brother Horus. He wrung his hands together, as if not altogether comfortable. “I want to talk about the feeling of loss when someone you are close to is not near, the ache that they leave behind. Not necessarily of a lover you understand but of someone who you rely on for support. When they are gone, it leaves a heavy sensation in here,” he said tapping his chest lightly. “Do you understand?”

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"You have to go soon?" she asked, still holding him close. She would miss him, and even if she was tired, she would wait for him to go before she slept. He was rarely there, and she wanted to make the best of the time they had. And even more so now she knew he had to leave soon. She resolved that she would take care of him on their last night. There was an old terran custom, where warriors were treated like kings on the eve of battle. The name was escaping her, but she would do that. She nodded to herself, before nestling close once again.

He then mentioned food and she rose her head. "If you feel like it, your meal is still warm in the oven.' she said. 'Fish, cream, rice and beans. And I'll probably get something as well. You made me hungry!" she winked. If they made love this often, and with this intensity, she would never have to worry about her weight anymore. "And if you want something else, you can look in the cupboards. Or ask me anything!" she smiled. The more she thought about it, the more she liked to take care of him.

I Now Pronounce You

To say Abaddon was unhappy was an understatement.

Hearing his Primarch’s words had done nothing to calm him, nothing to ease his troubled thoughts or soothe him into the situation. Instead, he clenched his fist and struck the desk.

“Run that past me again!” he snarled.

Horus leaned forward, fingers steepled together and a surprisingly benevolent smile on his features, “You’re getting married,” he said. “There have been far too many incidents involving your temper and it needs to change.”

“How is that going to help?” he said.

“Image,” Horus said simply. “Show the rest of the galaxy that you’re not an unkempt savage - you’re the face of the Legion. They need to see you as a warrior, not a brutal murderer without control.”

Abaddon sucked in a sharp breath, not appreciating the explanation of his basic skills brushed aside so coarsely. He was not going to disobey a direct order however and although he was still grinding his teeth together, he looked over at the unfortunate creature that Horus had found to be his ‘wife’.

It was Kerryann.

“Well?” he barked, “What do you think about this nonsense?”

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He seemed attentive to what she had to say, and it was a pleasant situation. This place suited her pretty well, aside from the constant gloom, but the silence was welcome. She hadn’t seen any remembrancers since she was there and she found it weird. On the Vengeful Spirit, they were allowed to roam almost everywhere. She doubted it was any different here, Lord Corax not striking her as someone who would impose forced curfew on anyone, save for the most basic restrictions, like his own chambers, the command bridge and the sensitive areas of the ship.

“Would you allow me to speak to some of your remembrancers, Lord Corax?’ she asked, wondering why there was not a single one of them around. ‘I am curious to know how they are interacting with your Legion. And besides, it’s always good to meet new people!” she smiled.

Hollow

The dark eyes primarch pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “I know loss,” he said, “But I don’t want to speak of the pain of grief in this case,” he said. His voice was soft, very unlike that of his brother Horus. He wrung his hands together, as if not altogether comfortable. “I want to talk about the feeling of loss when someone you are close to is not near, the ache that they leave behind. Not necessarily of a lover you understand but of someone who you rely on for support. When they are gone, it leaves a heavy sensation in here,” he said tapping his chest lightly. “Do you understand?”

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Siege Terminator-Tyran

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“Sadly, I could only pick one pro... So I had to sum it up!” she said playfully. “I could give you a detailed explanation, if you really want to be proud.” she teased.

Pro : the best thing ever. Con : it never lasts long enough.

He smirked at this, clearly proud.

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“Now that sounds interesting...” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “Someday, maybe...” she teased

Sexy Time : what is your deepest fantasy?

“I don’t have many, sex isn’t something I have a lot of time to think about. I like it when it happens, don’t get me wrong but my thoughts tend to be elsewhere most of the time. I like the idea of someone getting me off while we’re out in public. Under the table at a function, something like that anyway.”

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"Oh I know we usually are a loud bunch, but I think I would find your remembrancers quieter than the ones I lived with." she gave a smile at that. She wondered if the local remembrancers were as disrespectful as the ones she knew, and the answer was probably yes.

Sh gave a chuckle at his remark on Abaddon. "And he did! He can be much quieter than what one would think." She did not mention what they were doing in private, the hugs and cuddles they shared. "Raiding the kitchens for flavored teas and cake was always an adventure though! Not being caught was a bit complicated, but in the end I managed it!" she gave a real laugh at that, remembering the expeditions that ended in a rush fondly.

Hollow

The dark eyes primarch pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “I know loss,” he said, “But I don’t want to speak of the pain of grief in this case,” he said. His voice was soft, very unlike that of his brother Horus. He wrung his hands together, as if not altogether comfortable. “I want to talk about the feeling of loss when someone you are close to is not near, the ache that they leave behind. Not necessarily of a lover you understand but of someone who you rely on for support. When they are gone, it leaves a heavy sensation in here,” he said tapping his chest lightly. “Do you understand?”

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Now these are pretty wings!

Couple of progress shots on Big Red. He is taking an age!

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Excerpts from MBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBMBAM

the hot new horus heresy AU pioneered by @birdechoes​

Lorgar Aurelian: I think that we can’t ignore the evidence here and we’re going to have to just admit that the Emperor really is a god. All: … Roboute Guilliman: Lorgar? Lorgar Aurelian: [pleasantly] Mhmm? Roboute Guilliman: What the fuuuuuuuuuck?!

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"Gloomy? No. I take it that the XIX has sensitive eyes. And a quieter temperament than the XVI. So it reflects in your way of life. It takes some time for me to adjust to a darker environment, that's all.' she smiled. 'And I think the remembrancers here are quieter than those on the Vengeful Spirit as well."

Tea was brought and she thanked the Primarch. "This is how we met, with Ezekyle.' the memory made her smile. 'I have been lucky enough to get an interview, and there was tea as well. We met several times and I had taken on bringing a different tea and cake every time. He never sent me away in anger, never spoke bad to me. We were getting along well, and I wonder if it's the reason Lord Horus chose me to be his wife..." She took a sip of tea, nodding to show her appreciation. "I was liking him already, back then. I was always looking forwards to our next meeting. He was different from what I had heard. But I was not afraid. I've never really been." she kept a particular memory to herself though, this one too precious to be shared. That first kiss, on new year's Eve. The first time she had felt his lips.

Hollow

The dark eyes primarch pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “I know loss,” he said, “But I don’t want to speak of the pain of grief in this case,” he said. His voice was soft, very unlike that of his brother Horus. He wrung his hands together, as if not altogether comfortable. “I want to talk about the feeling of loss when someone you are close to is not near, the ache that they leave behind. Not necessarily of a lover you understand but of someone who you rely on for support. When they are gone, it leaves a heavy sensation in here,” he said tapping his chest lightly. “Do you understand?”

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"It's... different from here. There is more light, and illumination. And more noise too. Before, when I was living with the remembrancers, there was no real curfew, no real rules. It was incredibly noisy. The writers' deck, where I was, was a hell. Cursed writers drinking, and yelling, weeping, screaming and fucking at any hours were making me consider asking to be moved from this deck. I rarely go down there anymore, though... Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with me now considering the remembrancers unworthy of attention, no, not at all! I have tried once or twice to go eat in our halls. All conversations stopped around me and I was stared at. Like I was a curiosity... Like I was some sort of bee queen... I haven't even officially taken Abaddon's name! It's used only for official parties... Now I stay on the First Company's deck. It's not really noisier than here, even if the eating halls are. It's yelling, screaming, laughing, drinking and telling jokes, all around the place!" The memory brought a smile to her lips. "At first, I was uneasy here, thinking people would stare at me, or make loud jokes. They stared. For a minute, assimilating my face, then forgot me entirely. I... am uneasy, in public...' she confessed, a little laugh leaving her lips. 'I have married the first captain, but I'm uneasy in public... I don't know how the other companies are living, but I know a few, and their overall mood reflects their captain's mindset quite good. The 2nd, they are the loudest of all. A few of them are pulling pranks all the time and I never go down there alone. The 4th, aside from one or two brooding Astartes, are a decent and polite bunch. And the 10th are eager. I can't stay alone here for more than a minute before someone notices me and escorts me!" she laughed. "But my favorite place is the1st's deck. They all know me. They help if I ask, otherwise, they pay no attention. I can eat in the halls alone, and they will just acknowledge me. It's a much more peaceful place than I thought." she nodded at these last words, missing home

Hollow

The dark eyes primarch pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “I know loss,” he said, “But I don’t want to speak of the pain of grief in this case,” he said. His voice was soft, very unlike that of his brother Horus. He wrung his hands together, as if not altogether comfortable. “I want to talk about the feeling of loss when someone you are close to is not near, the ache that they leave behind. Not necessarily of a lover you understand but of someone who you rely on for support. When they are gone, it leaves a heavy sensation in here,” he said tapping his chest lightly. “Do you understand?”

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Her hips almost stopped moving when she came, the violence of her orgasm clenching her throat, her muscles tensing as she held him closer. She was not even sure she was making noises as she pushed her head in his neck. And then he came. He let out a long groan, his hands holding her still. His groan turned into a cry just as his release hit her. She jumped lightly, the warmth of it still new, and the amount, more important than for a human. She was letting him finish in her because he had told he to be sterile, and she believed him. She had done it once or twice before, and it had never felt so good.

He fell back on the bed one done, still holding her as she laid down on his chest. He was still inside of her but she paid it no mind, the feeling of his cock way too good to pass. Her forefinger traced his cheek, a smile appearing on her lips. "It was... good... So good, Ezekyle..." she said, kissing him on the lips, a light and tender kiss. He looked at her with half closed eyes and she gave him a tender smile, her voice softer than before as she spoke. "Want to sleep?" If he slept, she was not sure she would follow, this love they had made having sent her high.

I Now Pronounce You

To say Abaddon was unhappy was an understatement.

Hearing his Primarch’s words had done nothing to calm him, nothing to ease his troubled thoughts or soothe him into the situation. Instead, he clenched his fist and struck the desk.

“Run that past me again!” he snarled.

Horus leaned forward, fingers steepled together and a surprisingly benevolent smile on his features, “You’re getting married,” he said. “There have been far too many incidents involving your temper and it needs to change.”

“How is that going to help?” he said.

“Image,” Horus said simply. “Show the rest of the galaxy that you’re not an unkempt savage - you’re the face of the Legion. They need to see you as a warrior, not a brutal murderer without control.”

Abaddon sucked in a sharp breath, not appreciating the explanation of his basic skills brushed aside so coarsely. He was not going to disobey a direct order however and although he was still grinding his teeth together, he looked over at the unfortunate creature that Horus had found to be his ‘wife’.

It was Kerryann.

“Well?” he barked, “What do you think about this nonsense?”