TheWalrusSingsAtMidnight
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I know you must be angry and upset with me. You have every right to be, and I can't even apologize, because if I had made other choices, I wouldn't have you. So I can't ever be sorry. I want you not to be sorry either.
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The morning after the fighting, he'd told me earnestly that she'd made a terrible mistake and she'd apologized to him and asked him to forgive her and he had, and I'd nearly gnashed his entire face off in a frothing rage.
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Or: Ophelia, through the years.
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Jacob had twelve sons; the Emperor has twenty.
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Lotara remembers by DancesOnBlades
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Horus Heresy - Various Authors
17 Nov 2022
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Short character study
(originally planed as a treat for the Warhammer Sanguinala Exchange, but it turns out Lotara commands all the attention, and there is no prompt for Lotara alone, so *shrug*)
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In his more lucid moments, Khârn crawls.
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All ships had a voice, Lotara knew. They sang in the void.
The Conqueror’s whisper was the soft hum of its superstructure in a gravitational field. She had heard it roar in fury, groan in agony. When the real-space engines ran smoothly, it purred.
She liked to know her ship as intimately as she knew herself. Whenever her duties to the Legion and Imperium permitted, she would run its corridors like she ran her hands over her body in the shower, feeling the contours of muscles and bones, the marks of old fights. Step by step, she learned the Conqueror’s tapestry of scars, the burns and craters adorning its battle-worn hull like the red twists of a triumph rope.
Khârn teased her about it when he saw her in workout slacks. “I thought no one runs from the Conqueror,” he’d say, mouth curling up in a crooked grin to show the dull glint of iron teeth.
“I’m not running from it,” she’d tell him curtly, tying her long hair back in a ponytail.
Not running from it, no. But, lately, from something in it, if she was honest with herself.
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