#amāre divinitatus soulmate au [6/21].

[wxnheart]

Amāre Divinitatus: Iron Heart, Iron Hands.

These hands that have destroyed, forged, and destroyed again yearn for something else entirely.

They are a blessing and a curse, symbolic of his ruthlessness, the excitement of war simmering beneath his skin, and under normal circumstances, he would have gladly welcomed it.

You, however, are no such thing.

The metal coating his arms gurgles with the thrill of your defiance. You excite him in ways that past dissidents could not. You challenge him when others would not even dare, and if this were anyone else, he would have crushed them long ago.

But no... no... Not you.

It will never be you.

And so his hands, the architects of his success, hands that have destroyed, forged, and destroyed again yearn for the simplicity of holding and being held, of molding and enmeshment, of touching and being touched, the honor of carrying your iron heart, and brandishing the hammer of your defiance.

He had known long ago that something fated awaited him, had felt it even as he forged his homeworld into his own likeness, and as it stands bravely before him, the metal of his arms bubbling with excitement and thinly veiled wrath at your noncompliance, he wonders how it would feel to carry the weight of your heart in his hands.

He wonders how it would feel to mold the stoutness of it in his likeness.

— Ferrus Manus.