#trazyn/orikan

[ghostinthegallery]

Hello Ghost! How about 'Stay with me' 'I forgive you' and 'please hold me' for Orizyn?? Just...please don't permakill any of them? Please 🙏 if you see this

Final prompt request for berill66 (from this lovely list)! “I forgive you” Trazyn/Orikan let’s goooooooo

“I am trying to concentrate.”

Orikan clearly meant that he wished for Trazyn to remove his hand from the astromancer’s shoulder plate. He even punctuated the comment with a pointed glare from his emerald monocular. Trazyn ignored him, instead running his fingers lightly over the living metal which tingled with energy at his caress.

“Don't let me distract you, diviner.” Trazyn stared at the array of glyphs and cryptek’s symbols floating in the air around them. “Besides, you're the one who invited me to witness this.”

“I did not invite you.” Orikan adjusted his position as he floated, legs crossed in midair. “I simply neglected to shoot you out of the atmosphere when you arrived.”

“That's the same thing, coming from you.”

Above them, the domed ceiling of Orikan's tower opened like a massive eye. It revealed a rare clear night on Mandragora, diamond-like stars glittering on a velvet canvas. Trazyn felt a stab of melancholy as he searched for familiar constellations that no longer existed. 

“How do you do it?” Trazyn asked. “Rely on the stars when they are treacherous and ever changing?” 

“Not all of us need to keep things locked away in stasis to make use of them,” Orikan replied, hands twisting in bizarre shapes. “We don’t need the crutch.”

“But some things in the universe really must be contained.” Trazyn stepped away from the astromancer. The increase in energy around Orikan’s necrodermis started to spark across his own and it was growing uncomfortable. “I forgive you, by the way. For releasing all those tyranids on Solemnace. You are lucky Sannet made a full recovery, otherwise I would have held that grudge far longer.”

Orikan scoffed. “I never asked you for your forgiveness.”

“You did not, but I am magnanimous enough to grant it anyway.”

Irritation flashed across Orikan’s nodes, enhanced by the astral energies gathering around the orbs that ran down his back. He was an open book right now. Trazyn wondered if he realized. Either way, it was a golden opportunity.

“Do you accept my offer of peace?” Trazyn asked, unable to resist needling his rival.

“Why should I?” Orikan said. “Unleashing a tyranid on an unsuspecting victim is your trick. I simply responded in kind.”

Trazyn sighed. “Are you still upset about the genestealer patriarch? I told you, it was all in good fun.”

“It tried to kill me!”

Orikan shuddered as he yelled, his position in the air unsteady. He hissed in frustration, righted himself, and adjusted the position of his fingers.

“Now you are distracting me,” he said, annoyance shifting into anger.

“My most sincere apologies,” Trazyn said. “Perhaps I should ask you to forgive me for that as well as the patriarch.”

“Why should I forgive you for anything?” Orikan uttered the word forgive like a curse. He seemed to despise it nearly as much as he despised orkish.

“To forgive is divine,” Trazyn said. “You seek the power of a god. Shouldn’t you learn a bit more about the obligations that come with that? Supplicants will surely come seeking your forgiveness for their sins.”

“And what business is that of mine?” Orikan started to glow as he spoke. A subtle shine overtaking his form which would soon grow like an ember blossoming into a bonfire.

“I have thought about that,” Trazyn said, more than happy to shift the discussion to theological analysis. “Yes, most religions hold some tennant that to sin is to sin against god specifically, regardless of the fact that no god of which I am aware can truly be hurt by the petty foibles of their followers. However, I think it has more to do with power. To forgive is not an easy thing, Orikan. A fact I surely do not have to explain to you. But a god has the power to grant pardons in a way mortals often do not.”

Orikan did not seem to be listening. Trazyn forgave him for that too. After all, an overlord may not be a god, but Trazyn held power and power protected him from the consequences of forgiveness. The vulnerability and weakness that came with it. He would never be the humble seer, powerless to prevent the disaster he knew was coming. If he had, well, he doubted he would be as generous. 

The change happened more quickly than Trazyn had expected. In one moment he was staring at Orikan, a shell of turquoise and gold and silver much like Trazyn himself. Then the shell broke like a chrysalis, and something else emerged. Light and energy roughly in the form of his rival, but so fundamentally different Trazyn was unsure if he could still call this thing Orikan.

The being turned on him. Rushed forward in a torrent of crackling power that enveloped Trazyn and held him in place. Fear and fascination warred in his flux. Despite the circumspection protocols preparing him for a fight, he kept still, staring into the single eye that had taken on the appearance of a sun. It thrilled him, knowing that this infant star god could destroy him, that it had every reason to do so. And yet Trazyn had faith that it would not.

When it spoke, it spoke in Orikan’s voice.

“Gods do forgive,” it whispered, and the whisper shook Trazyn’s neural matrices like the shifting of tectonic plates. “And I forgive you. For being antithetical to everything I have believed about the world. Vain, brilliant, and stubborn bastard. You are everything I could ever want in the universe, held within everything I have ever hated. And yet for now I forgive you.”

For now. It would not last. It never could. But Trazyn basked in the moment of absolution all the same. He reached up and touched Orikan’s crest, traced what he was surprised to find was still a solid line. How strange, he reflected, for a member of a race that had destroyed their gods to seek the ecstasy that came from the divine’s embrace. He had no soul to cleanse, but even this temporary indulgence felt like a weight lifting from his core.

Though perhaps that had more to do with his choice of god than anything else.

“I accept wholeheartedly,” Trazyn said. “Now, oh diviner, what other rewards do you have for your humble supplicant?”

“Hm, always greedy, aren’t you?”

Orikan drew him into the air, a gentle embrace which nonetheless scorched Trazyn’s necrodermis black. Pain that was well worth the benefits that came after. He clung to the astromancer with religious fervor, and Orikan responded in kind, sending tendrils of raw energy around his limbs and neck, gentle and teasing. Brushing his neural nodes and eliciting light moans of pleasure. 

“I confess to my faults,” Trazyn managed, though it was difficult to focus on speaking. Orikan, or whatever this thing might be, shimmered with satisfaction. 

“Then come and receive your absolution.”

[kingwithpaintedfingers]

This is it, this is the whole book.

cute things to call your significant other, I&D style (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[doktorneek]

court day doodle

[c0gwizard-v2]

Transferring period cramps

[vetusvulpes]

Rogue trader and her C’tan Nomos. Pict in color for @hypnostallev

[toffee32]

I could've solved this +60 million years dispute easily

[angoryt]

Does it count as a shitpost if you spend a total of 10 hours on it?

I call this one ✨The model squad✨

Apologies about the quality, I have been trying to fix it but Tumblr fa***ng keeps on degrading it.

[tunaze11x]

[higgsbison]

undead, unbothered, in his lane, moisturized, stealing your dynastic regalia

[orphelia4]

just discovered the existence of necrons, i wonder how that will go for me

[ghostinthegallery]

It is WIP Wednesday and I am feeling saucy. In case anyone was wondering about necron…stamina.

“Suddenly modest, dear?” Trazyn said. “What I wouldn’t give to have had a chance to see you like this in flesh times. Your blushing must have been magnificent.”

“Is this when I get to try and kill you?” Orikan snapped. “As a ‘treat’?”

Trazyn held up his hands in surrender. He rose, quickly surveying the altar. They would have to make some repairs. Heavy, metal bodies had a way of damaging wood, though he wondered how exactly they had managed to break three of the four iron candle stands. His engrams were still a bit…scrambled.

He walked over and offered a hand to help Orikan stand. To his surprise, Orikan accepted, and Trazyn pulled him to his feet.

“Sannet,” Trazyn sent via interstitial message. “I assume our guest’s ship has been fully prepared?”

“My lord!” Sannet’s voice returned, sounding oddly shocked. “Oh, thank goodness. Are you…um…well?”

With some hesitation Trazyn replied, “Yes? You sound concerned.”  

“It’s only…that is to say…my lord it has been a while since we heard from you. I understand if you didn’t want to be disturbed. It’s just that we did consider checking on you, but you weren’t, uh, alone and we didn’t want to interrupt, but without orders—“

“Sannet,” Trazyn said. “How long has it been exactly?”

Silence.

“Sannet?”

“Eight standard months, my lord.”

“Eight months?” Trazyn said aloud.

“What?” Orikan exclaimed, ripping his hand free of Trazyn’s grasp. “You kept me here for eight months?”

“I did nothing of the sort!” Trazyn shot back. “You’re the chronomancer, perhaps you should have kept better track of time.”

[magistralucis]

the_infinite_and_the_divine_(2020).txt

[shampoopheasant]

The Infinite and the divine

[c0gwizard-v2]

Learning experience

[im-a-blackstar]

Rotating Primarchs in my mind. Rotating Necrons in my mind.

Rotating... both...?

Thinking about baby Primarchs landing on Necron worlds.

Magnus on Solemance, with answers to all of his questions at his fingertips.

Or Konrad, who learns from 'Uncle Orikan' the ways in which the future can be bent, and the ways in which it cannot be, and how to tell the difference.

Fulgrim on Gidrim, learning the old Necrontyr concepts of honour from his father-Nemesor Zhandrekh, learning the subtleties of court politics, learning to duel from Vanguard Obyron himself.

Omegon as a space pirate, yes -- but under the tutelage of Thaszar the Invincible. Mortarion snatched up by Szeras instead of Necare of Barbarus. Jaghatai Khan traveling the galaxy with Anrakyr the Traveler, his organic mind lending an advantage that no tomb world in their path is able to anticipate.

I'm not really going much of anywhere with this. I just love both of these factions (I have ideas for a story/anthology with Guilliman and Trazyn, too) and think there's interesting potential there.

[malcontentonline]

More Necron doodles :3