#Corvus Corax

[sonofcurz]

Sillyness PT.2

[thethronezone]

Primarchs and drunk driving

Mortarion - No??? Why would he do that? That's so stupid? Actually disgusted by the concept.

Fulgrim - Swears he's never done it but the truth is that it happened a couple of times in his youth. HE WAS YOUNG AND IMPULSIVE, OK???

Angron - Too mad to get drunk. Too mad to drive. Might be a safer driveing drunk though, since he's got real bad road rage.

Magnus - Hah! No. This nerd is more likely to isolate himself in his study with a good book rather than go driving when drunk.

Perturabo - Never. What's the point? Such a waste of time. Mad that it's even a thing. Would beat his sons if he saw them do it.

Alpharius - Are they drunk or are they just pretending to be? Because in either case; yes.

Lorgar - Gasp! He would NEVER! (He did it once after he got drunk on the communal wine during mass. Very ashamed of it.)

Horus - He was once a gang member. Of course he's done some drunk driving! Swears he's a good drunk driver (he isn't.)

Konrad - This man used to kill drunk drivers, what makes you think he'd ever be one?

Sanguinius - Does being high on Red Thirst count? Because if so, he might have done it once or twice. Otherwise, no, never.

Corvus - Has never done it and will never do it. It is irresponsible and someone might get hurt. Very serious about it.

Ferrus - What's the point? Being inebriated would seriously hamper his ability to drive, why would he do that? Sees it as a logical problem.

Rogal - Holds seminars about the dangers of drunk driving. Talks about responsible drinking.

Vulkan - Shamefully admits that he did it once as a youth. Never did it again though and learned his lesson (that poor salamander never saw it coming...).

Lion - Ok, listen, that one time doesn't count. He had never had alcohol before! How was he supposed to know vehicles and booze don't mix?

Leman - Has done it before and will do it again. Swears that he's a good drunk driver. Survivors would disagree.

Jaghatai - Did it a few times in his youth. Would take his bike on joyrides across the wast planes of his homeworld, beer in one hand.

Roboute - ... Yes. But only once! He was young and it was a momentary lapse of judgement! Would absolutely never do it again!

[nightscythe]

primarchs on hot ones

as requested by @gnmtlkitten-blog-blog, thank you ◡̈

i've only ever seen hot ones in yt shorts so who knows how accurate this is. but this is exactly what sunshine and rainbows activities was going on in 30k. great crusade? don’t know her. as a precursor, the immunity to poison just means they can’t die. they can feel pain though. and whoever cooked made a spice level tailored to primarch level taste. 

pre-heresy primarchs broadcasting to the galaxy basically

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the lion: this big dumb man has a point to prove. he’s literally dying. he’s feeling pain worse than anything the universe can cause, and he’s got no expression on his face because leman, his rascal brother that in no better words is obviously cheating. and that’s not happening. he’s not getting beaten by that mut. are you okay, lion? if only looks could kill. quite. next question. lets ignore the tears at the corner of his eyes. he hasn’t blinked in 5 minutes. he would ignore all the pain. what he needs afterwards is to go kill something. don’t touch him or even look at him. 

fulgrim: he’s so unnecessarily dramatic. this is just a press conference. bet he’d be like that guy who cuts a banana with a knife and fork. he’s all tough about it at first but the second anything is remotely out of his comfort zone he’s giving up. no care for how he looks as he’s drinking as much milk as he can to make himself feel better. pride may be affected afterwards. needs to be told that it was rigged and there was no way he was actually weaker than his brothers on something like this (even if he was one of the first to tap out). also needs a cold flannel on his head. sticks around just to hear what everyone has to say, nothing like a secret or two to make him happy again. he sabotages magnus at every opportunity so they stay weak together. 

perty: thought it was an easy challenge. instant regret. considers anything spicy a physical threat following this encounter. he’d last a few spice levels before he’s just angry that something could even be like that. the fuel to the fire? he’s literally being asked about dorn’s constructive criticism that was just pure slander. he’s pissed at dorn. pissed at everyone around him. pissed at himself. he shouldn’t be so easily beaten. he shouldn’t give in and drink a glass of milk. but you know he does. also doesn’t want anyone to touch him, and i’d probably steer clear for a few days. one of his warsmiths is creating a strategic weapon out of this btw. 

khan: piece of cake and is smug about it too. requests more. just makes it into a bit of a joke really. literally needs nothing afterwards. gets on with his day, like it never happened. this isn’t about him, this is about watching all of his brothers suffer (with fulgrim, obviously, though less for the drama). 

leman: makes it the whole way through with ease. yes its really hot and he’s almost dying at the end, but he’s not ashamed to down copious amounts of milk in favour of winning. amused by all the questions and makes a joke with all of them. probably showed up drunk to the filming as well, and carries on drinking after its done. he can out-eat and out-drink the emperor, this was a walk in the park as well. he may be in pain for hours after but he’d never tell you anyway. almost doesn’t wake up from this. 

dorn: suffers in silence. there’s not a point to prove. he just endures. he makes it all the way through somehow without giving up but when he stopped talking about the history of crinkum crankum, that’s when you would know he was at his limit. he just holds onto the table and has the thousand yard stare. he had to finish them all or he’d be doubting himself, but did he wish to do this? no. he would leave without another word. who knows how he’s doing afterwards. it would only be the select few he lets into his private chambers that see him crying with that still stoic expression. yeah he’s fine. really. this is why the black templars are a thing. 

curze: how he would have ever agreed to this is its own story, but somehow he’s sat there eating wings scowling at everyone who dares look at him. he’d complain more and more as time went on, eventually opting to simply stare in response to a question about a general critique of his ways. accidentally eats a bone. everyone realises quite soon afterwards that yeah, the spice isn’t making him uncomfortable. that’s not even a concern for him. he needs physical comfort from the sheer hurt of having to deal with people and questions on that level for such a long time. hug him promise never again (though the wings could kill someone really if he needed to). somehow his reputation ratings across the galaxy go up after this.

sanguinius: oh the angel. he tries to be appreciative. he doesn’t want to refuse anything from anyone or put them down for trying to do something nice. he’d have a cute smile as he answered each question, and even as he ate the spiciest ones he’d smile through the pain, cross his hands in his lap and let his eyes well with tears. tries to claim its because he’s so overcome with emotion for something so nice done for him. lays in a bed and stares at the stars for a while afterwards. will never admit to another soul how deeply it hurt him. just lets the tears roll down his face and refuses to let anyone wipe them away. 

ferrus: he’s built different. he’s not really got the spirit either. just wonders why he was there. spends the entire time presenting cybernetic enhancements and their benefits. what? a free advertisement to the whole galaxy. he’d take it. nothing needed afterwards for him, he just gets on with his day like nothing ever happened. iron hands propaganda at its finest. 

angron: its a battle of him and the sauce and he's somehow losing. forces himself to endure spice beyond what he can handle to prove he's absolutely fully capable. is more satisfied that he conquered the challenge of the wings and is very content on being given more to continue to prove himself (but is equally happy when there is revealed to be no further suffering). punches a wall or three. better avoid him. 

rob: logically he should be fine, because why wouldn't he be fine, he's been afforded superhuman abilities that prevent being in silly situations like this. soon realises that this is not like the food he is served on macragge. stares into the distance like he was personally betrayed. tries to give a good interview in the background whilst hiding his suffering. would just like to lay down afterwards and wash his mouth out a thousand times. now has a copy of the scoville scale in his top draw. 

morty: barbarus could not prepare him for this. which is why the second he begins to feel the heat he gives in. no, no, this is beneath him. more important things to be done, so he's leaving the second he gets a chance. but... what was that question? how does he feel about sorcerers? he'll endure to give a full explanation on that question. actually does leave immediately after though. ice is needed in the rebreather. he’s coughing for hours.

magnus: thought himself above all of it. genuinely would have put a bet on himself to beat everyone else. flawlessly answers questions like it's a precursor to nikaea, until he starts to feel it sting. he's coughing, he's sweating, and pretending its all okay. this was when he originally lost a shard of himself. fenris’ snow could not have even saved him. and what's worse? he'd keep attempting the challenge as if he learned something from last time. its as if someone is preventing him from building up a tolerance... and his only response is philosophy and prophecies. 

horus: it was a walk in the park (lie). he barely felt a thing (he felt everything) and proved himself worthy as the favoured son of the emperor with this challenge (at least 3 of his brothers beat him). not a soul would ever know how abbadon and aximand dripped milk into his mouth to relieve him that night. activity uses his apparent victory when he flirts, talking about his expertise or whatever... tries to seduce the crew for bonus points to look good on camera, the bastard.

lorgar: considers it a test that he has to best. passes out a number of times but forces himself to carry on. had a number of psychic visions during his time passed out and considers them gifts from the sacred flame. each answer to questions he's asked are just rants disguised as something of important philosophical value. would like a bit of praise on how well he did afterwards, please.

vulkan: doesn't affect him but he's chill about it. when asked if it was hot? yeah, a little. compliments to the chef. that was an exquisite mix of spice and flavour. did you think he could grow up on nocturne and be affected by this? did always think he was immune to heat basically. hypes up all of his brothers in the meantime.

corax: weaponised forgetfulness. no expression with each bite. doesn't give much of an answer to each question. the only hint of his struggle is the way he narrows his eyes as if he'd launch an orbital strike on hot sauce. claims he doesn't remember how spicy they were. holds milk in his mouth for a prolonged amount of time whilst he calms down in a locked room afterwards. would rather follow his brother through hell than ever do that again..

alpharius: the brother that did cheat. no one knows who, or why for that matter, but it happened (probably knew this was going to happen for months and prepped a strategic rotational line up to appear like he won). takes the opportunity to stir all the family drama with little secrets of who hates who. doesn't need anything afterwards, because he probably wasn't even there.

[meangreennunseen]

Every person who ships OCs with Corvus Corax had 100% looked at that sad wet noodle and made an OC just to give that man some will to live apart serving Imperium and that is so damned great.

[candyswirls]

For the 40K writing requests would it be possible to ask for something set in the bat fledgling universe please? Reading about Corvus going through the ups and downs of fatherhood has become a hobby of mine recently

The new chapter of Bat Fledgling will be going up soon! He's an excerpt from the future.

As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by a happy and high-pitched voice.

"Daddy! You're back!"

Kiri set down his crayons and came running to Corvus with open arms. He crouched down and caught the boy. He pressed kisses to his temples, careful not to bend feathers. His son had small feathers the same color as his skin now growing. There was an iridescent sheen to them.

They began around his eyes, mixing with eyelashes, and stipled outwards. The edges of his face had them where they shifted into matching his hair.

"How is my little bird?" He greeted.

"I'm good!" Kiri answered with a grin. "Look! I drew something for you!"

He ran to the pile of drawings and pulled one from the middle. He held it up, looking proud.

The primarch was confused at the meaning of it and what it was supposed to be, but by the warp, he loved it. The fact that Kiri drew it for him. Had his father in his thoughts as he created it. Corvus was touched.

"How lovely," he told Kiri. "I like how the colors pop against each other and so many shapes."

Kiri beamed, rocking on his heels, "I've been trying out abstract drawing. One of my books talks about famous terran artists who did it. One was named Pablo. I wanted to do something new for you! Do you really like it?"

He hugged his son, "I really love it. It's going in my room."

Kiri jumped into his embrace again, wrapping his arms around his neck, "But what if you run out of room?"

"I'll switch it out for the oldest one."

"What will you do with that one?" Kiri questioned.

The Raven panicked for a moment and thought of a solution, "I'll put it in an archive to go back and look on it so I'll have saved it forever."

"But what if it's your favorite drawing?"

"Then I'll leave it up."

"But what if I draw it again?"

"Then I'll have two copies."

"What if I draw it even better?"

"Then I can see how much you've practiced and worked hard."

"What if you get sick of my art?"

"Never, because I'll never get sick of you showing me you love me, and I'll never get sick of showing you I love you."

Kiri giggled, now satisfied as he nestled into Corvus's neck. He rubbed the boy's back.

"I like you loving me," he said.

Corvus smiled, "And I like loving you."

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Primarch Corvus Corax by Serdjek Sholohovshek

[snototter]

A common raven (Corvus corax) perches on a wall in Scotland, UK

by Iain H Leach

[jbbartram-illu]

Raven portraits! Yes, the first one is my favourite because pls LOOK at that absolute goober!!

[vipervagner]

Fem. Corvus Corax

[lead0]

the team

[the-raven-lady]

Primarchs' Canon Voices

I don't think enough of us have heard the canon voices of the Primarchs so I made a supercut of all of them from the Horus Heresy: Legions game trailers and 40k cinematics.

(might have messed up a couple but I have them solid for the most part)

[sonofcurz]

Silly mass murderers

[nightscythe]

I’ve been sick for the past two weeks, and it’s got me wondering—how do you think the primarchs would handle their s/o being sick for that long? Would some of them totally panic and try to carry you to the medbay even if you just have a cold? Or would they be the quietly worried type, sitting next to you and acting like they’re not checking your temperature every five minutes?

Would any of them try (and fail) to cook you something? Or maybe sit there reading to you because rest is important? I need to know who’s handling it with grace and who’s acting like you’re dying of the plague.

i hope you feel better anon!! i hope this gives you a bit of comfort ◡̈

pre-heresy primarchs when their muse is sick? just another way of saying that their entire world is shutting down. because they don't get sick so they just can't compute it properly.

cw for sickness/illness of course, worries about death, and alpharius' one is darker.

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the lion: he would never, ever leave your side. he may not outright tell you he's worried but given the fact he's moved in days, its safe to assume his worry has consumed him beyond anything else. actually, the only time he did leave was when you fell asleep one time and he wanted to make you food himself (because, if whoever was making your food before was doing a good job, you'd be better already). he can't actually cook but he does his best for you an it actually turns out well, and when you inadvertently compliment him he decide then and there he will walways be the one who makes your food. convinces himself he's the reason you're getting better in the end. and when you finally find a bit of rest? he finally lets his hands shake because he was worried. tiny over-reaction.

fulgrim: pff, dramatic? that's not fulgrim at all. convinces himself you've contracted the black plague for certain, but keeps up his happy appearance and tells everyone you're going to be fine anyway. no expense is too much, an array of possible things to make you better are presented each day, no matter how many times you tell him you don't need tiny rocks to make you feel better no matter how pretty they were. would probably need shutting down eventually and for you to tell him you would just like him, not everything he can offer. his heart practically melts at the thought, and even if you did have the plague, he'd still risk getting it to so he could revel in how much you wanted him around.

perty: hates more than anything that he can't fix it for you. probably spends more time away from you in an effort to cure whatever illness you have (because antibiotics could surely be more efficient), asking for four updates an hour from his sons. also probably thinks he's useless being with you, so there's no point with you. let's say you have enough of not seeing him and find him, sit beside him and watch him work. he wouldn't notice you at first, so focused on distracting himself from worry that shouldn't even exist to him. but when you place your hand on his, he freezes. what do you need? he'd ask, and when you say you need him, he short circuits for a moment. yes, of course, whatever will help. probably one of the first times he realised it was him that you loved and not his mind.

khan: there's not many times he would show his feelings openly. but he doesn't understand human weakness, certainly not something so mundane as being sick. so when he tries to imagine it in his head, he somehow inflates it to something far worse than it actually is. he makes an effort to keep light banter with you, even jest at how he'd never expected something like this to phase you. he'd want to let you rest, but when you ask him to stay, he'd be the first to sit back down and make sure no one was disturbing him for at least 24 hours. he'd talk to you until you fell asleep and stay by your side until you woke up. the second you feel better he tells you he always knew you'd be fine, but internally he's finally stopped worrying that he was going to lose you.

leman: laughed it off at first (nervously) because he knew you were strong. forgot you were not a primarch and could acually be defeated by something as small as a cold in the more dire circumstances. he'd be quite proactive in trying to get you to recover. no mopping around in bed all day when you could be having a warm bath or sitting beside him eating a good meal. somehow by trying to convince himself everything is fine and normal he becomes extremely efficient in making you feel better because you just feel... normal. but when you really have had enough, and you just want to rest, it only takes one look for him to give in. come here, little one, he'd say as he pulled you into his arms, resting his head against yours, you are strong, you'll be okay.

dorn: he may not have the words to say to you, but he's comfort incarnate nonetheless. he holds your hand, a bit (a lot) tighter sometimes when you show any symptoms of your illness. he asks for things to be brought to you that he knows will help (ie, soup, and even tastes it to make sure its the perfect temperature), he processes every bit of information logically so he knows what could possibly happens. accidentally focuses on the most negative side effects. a side effect of your medication is death? doesn't matter how many times you tell him they have to say that in case you have an allergic reaction, he's convinced himself of the worse. only recovery will remove this fear. is your personal guardian until you feel better regardless.

curze: has no clue what to do. is angry at you for being sick (he told you to wear a jacket when it was cold and this is what we've come to?). angry at himself for not being able to change it (because he should have held you in his arms and forced you to share his warmth). he could just go and check if you needed anything but that's too easy. life isn't that fair to him, there must be more to it. turns his attention elsewhere in ignorant bliss. returns to your bedside in time for you to wake up and still doesn't say anything to you, just watches. if you seem any worse he'll send someone, he's no help in this situation. no, he just goes and procures you a bunch of flowers and a gift to show his affection.

sanguinius: he already treats you like the most fragile thing in existence, so when you actually do show an ounce of weakness? he caves. he will not let you lift a finger. he will not have you bear a single thought without his support. you may just have a sore throat, he'd silence you with a kiss and speak for you, as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. he'd smile sweetly as he did everything in his power to ensure you were recovering (yes, he'd have someone check on you every ten minutes, even has an oximeter on you just in case...). type to lay beside you as you sleep, watch you so closely he can track each of your breaths, shield you from anything the outside world has to offer. and he knows you'll be fine. but whats a better excuse than this to treat you like he always wanted to.

ferrus: well you're not allowed to have anything happen to you, so good luck. he doesn't really know how to tell you anything else. you're not leaving me, he'd say as he sat beside me. and you can tell him over and over its literally just tonsillitis or whatever. he doesn't listen. its like him telling you over and over will somehow indoctrinate your body into listening to him. immediately begins looking into a way to make sure you're not susceptible to illness again, but never leaves your side. it would seem that vaccines need to be made stronger...that is how they work, if they were more effective, you would not be in this condition. how do you tell him you can't vaccinate against every single bacteria and virus. in his own arrogance of telling you you can't leave him, he doesn't worry too much.

angron: it was okay at first. then he really thought about it. he's unable to cope at all. please don't leave me he'd whisper in the dead of night. he's so quietly observant, seeing your fever get worse, how you reached for him as if you wanted him to help. please, my love, tell me you won't leave me. he knows you're sleeping and won't hear him, but he can't bring himself to say it at any other time. he just sits there, his legs and hands shaking, waiting for your fever to break overnight. there were a few times he felt utterly powerless and this was one of those times. and when he finally sees you open your eyes, how you seem just a touch better? every part of his body relaxes. he knows you're past the worst of it. he knows you won't leave him.

rob: brings in the best medicae he knows, stands behind them observing all their tests to ensure he is satisfied they know everything that's wrong and have a complete follow up treatment plan. basically becomes versed in medicine as well so he can form part of the discussions and reassures himself the best that can be done is being done. ignore that all you had was the flu. yeah it sucks but you'll more than likely be fine. he micromanages every part of your recovery alongside the medicae to ensure optimal recovery. does he worry? yes. but he hides it better than the others in front of you. outside your room? he's pacing. he's got about 5 action plans in the works for what to do if you start to feel worse, don't respond to the paracetamol, and if you do get better when he's not there.

morty: it wasn't very often that mortarion felt weak himself. but when you're sick? when he can't immediately take away your pain or your hurt? that's when he breaks. you were used to his blank stare 90% of the time and having to work out how he actually felt. but the second his voice broke, it was obvious - he was not coping well. because he felt responsible for you, keeping you safe, keeping you well, and he felt like he had failed you. he'd personally take control of your recovery. he'd spent each minute with you, never allowing himself to take his eyes off you until he knew you were well again. even if you told him you were okay, he'd shush you, still seeing that you looked tired or your hands shook a little. the only person he could ever trust to help you was himself, and its in this time you see the mortarion that existed behind all of the walls he built.

magnus: he can feel everything you can, so no point lying to him. every ache, every pain - you can't hide anything from him. and that makes it so much worse because he starts to panic even more. he's completely devoted to you and he's not afraid to show it either. he'd lay with you, cast illusions of grandeur to try to make you feel a bit better. craft stories to take your mind off whatever you're feeling. use ancient treatments to offer you any reprise he can. and when you do fall asleep? poor guy just falls apart. he's scared to lose you already and seeing you in any kind of weakened state really sets him over the edge. he's cry whilst holds you, he'd search every future he can to see an outcome. when you wake up and tell him you're feeling a lot better? his heart almost bursts with joy. such a soft huge guy its unreal.

horus: he says he's not concerned (he is) because he's seen men lose most of their body and still survive (yeah thanks for that). he doesn't leave your side though, opting to cancel every engagement he was meant to attend in favour of spending it with you. i know it will pass, sweetheart, he'd say as he wrapped his arms around you and kept you as close to him as possible, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, but i would rather be with you until i know you're okay. he cares deeply about you and he's completely obssessed with you, so of course he's going to worry - but he turns that into extra love for you.

lorgar: he first of all believes that this is punishment for something he's done wrong. he's convinced that the powers above, be it his father or something else, knew that the fastest way to hurt him was through you. when you explain its because you caught it off a serf (an immediately retracted admission because this poor serf was almost about to feel the wrath of a primarch in love), he questions it, but accepts it. he would not feel whole again until you were well - this literally breaks him inside (because he later convinces himself this was fate's punishment and blames himself). he's so caught up in his divine presentation of you that he forgets you are human, his worship doesn't make you invincible. don't expect anything practical from him, he's now making plans to actually make you a divine entity.

vulkan: praise to the one primarch who doesn't overreact. he understands the depths of why you're unwell (be it a cold, a virus, or something more serious) and tailors his approach perfectly, knowing exactly what you do and don't need. and you know his big warm hands are extremely nice to feel no matter what's burdening you. he will give you your space when you need it, especially when you're sleeping so he doesn't disturb you, and when you want his company? he's right there with anything you've previously told him you liked. hot water bottle, blanket, energy drink (poor choice but 1 is permitted), he would have it all. let me take care of you, he'd mumble, pulling you into his arms. perfectly normal reaction, really.

corax: acts like he doesn't care, but he does. sends medicae your way the second he sees a slight shift, even if its just your voice sounding a bit hoarse or if you wince when you move a little. stands at the other side of the room and listens to everything they say with great detail to ensure he carries out their treatment to the best of his ability. if its something small he can sigh in relief for now, but anything else would leave him a bit of a mess internally. because what would he do without you? how can he get through life without you by his side? immediately assumes the worst and becomes a silent observer. makes sure everything you need is at your side immediately when you need it - including him.

alpharius: you needed him so much that he liked it. you always kept your independence around him, but when you were sick? you asked for his help in everything. and he lived for it. so maybe he manipulates your recovery. you thought you'd feel better after a week, but 3 weeks in and you still don't feel 100%. the medicae tells you its just a stronger form of the virus you caught. must have mutated. you're not paying enough attention to notice how they glance at alpharius when speaking. i'll keep you safe, he tells you, locking your door behind him. its not like you could get up to leave anyway, the strong painkillers kept you in bed. i won't let anything happen to you, he whispers softly as he strokes your hair and holds you against him. i won't lose you, as he wonders how he's going to convince you that you're still sick when you have no more symptoms.

[soosmain]

Lion makes the mistake of entrusting a secret to a brother. Word gets around.. Be it through "comparing notes" like sanguinius would put it, a "slip of the tongue" with Magnus, a paranoid accusation from Perturabo, gossip during a boys' night with fulgrim and ferrus, or "investigative journalism" like Corvus thinks of it,

I like to think that, no matter how old or big a primarch is they'd always look silly/outshined when standing next to Neoth....

[candyswirls]

Can I request a one shot of Corvus trying his best to do something nice for Sol's birthday well knowing she won't have many left? Maybe Corvus trying to persuade Sol to let him help and save her life, but her being fully alright with idea of death. Something bittersweet like that? Thank you!

Corvus smoothed back her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Good morning, my love," He whispered. "Happy Birthday. What would you like for breakfast?"

"T' sleep 'n," Sol mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Porridge it is then," he whispered. "I'll be back."

***

"What is that smell?"

Corvus tried to hide the charred remains of the pot.

"Birthday porridge," he answered. "It's not quite ready."

Sol burst out laughing.

The primarch tried to hide his embarrassment, "I'm not the best cook."

"You're not!" She wheezed.

Sol's laughter shifted into a harsh coughing fit. Corvus was next to her in an instant, allowing her to lean on him.

"I'm fine..." She assured. "That... was funny."

She stood on her tiptoes, and he lowered his head to her level. She kissed him on the nose.

"Let's make something together," she offered.

"It was supposed to be done by now," he sighed. "I had the whole day planned..."

She placed her hand upon his arm, "I would love nothing more than to just spend time with you. It's all I want."

Corvus stared into her eyes, "You won't have much time left, though... I could fix that. I know I can. I just need to... I don't know. I have time to be able to do something, though."

She cupped his face, "Corvus, I will always love you. No matter what. I want to cherish the time we have together right now."

"How can you accept this?"

"I've always known. I've come to terms with it. You will, too, one day."

He rested his head upon her chest as he wrapped arms around her waist. He wasn't going to cry on her birthday. He would ensure today was a good day.

[shadefish]

so a year or two ago I decided to do my own set of designs for the Primarchs. I never finished it but, here are the unfinished designs I did do!