The Dark Angels' Love ~ 40k
Azrael - He is easy to love and, yet, he is closed off and secretive. Perhaps one of the more personable and charismatic Dark Angels, he is still Supreme Grand Master and carries his own mysteries. He's battled chaos champions and ensnared tzeentch's demons and walked away from it all. Still, he can tell you none of this... at least, at first. Eventually, between the soft teases and playful grip he has on you, you'll be the one to hear when he confesses his doubts. He cannot be seen as wavering in his decision but with you, he lets himself be indecisive, sometimes he knows only what he wants without the sureity of which path to take. Either way, up or down, soft or hard, quiet or loud, it will be the right decision. With you, he knows he's made the right decision when you grace him with a smile.
Belial - He expects nothing but perfection and strength from himself. He is Grand Master of the Deathwing, the strongest and mightiest, the shield for even the Supreme Grand Master. And, yet, with you, he needs only your softness, your sweetness. Your hands on his face, tracing his tattoos, admiring his physique. He needs you to be imperfect and flawed in ways he cannot be. He needs you to trip and stumble, he needs to see you bruise and whimper, if only to remind him what he is made to protect. You remind him that there is softness in the galaxy that still needs him - strong and capable. And, yet, you are the only that gets to see him lowered on his knees, his head on your lap, softly confessing when he feels too... human.
Sammael - He enters relationships fast, yet not without intense love. He feels so much, so quickly. It's overwhelming with the way he latches onto you, always present, always by your side, touching you every possible hour the day. He wants to be with you, but he's always torn on how much he's allowed to tell you. He risks it eventually, telling you of the brothers he's lost on the Hunt, holding you like a lifeline, letting you see him at his most vulnerable. He keeps you safe on the Rock, in his quarters, but sometimes he whispers regrets - that he should keep you secret, he shouldn't tell you of the Hunt of the Fallen. Those moments pass with his face buried in your chest, clinging to you. For a little while, he needs you to hold him and let him listen to your steady heartbeat, reminding him of what he still hunts for. He'll return to his lighter mood later and, with it, he'll offer a swift and secretive ride on the Corvex, just to enjoy the wind across your cheeks.
Ezekiel - He knows you better than he should, it seems. No matter how little you tell him, one glance of his golden-flecked eye tells him everything. Your likes, dislikes, your family and friends. He knows you intimately upon first meeting and, yet, he still wants to hear you tell him. He wants you to speak to him as though he is merely a man. The Chief Librarian is often estranged from his brothers, powerful and offputting, but he wants you to come to him and tell him what's annoyed you. Let him soothe your soul with gentle, rare words rather than the psychic touch upon your soul. Lay in his arms and tell him of your day, no matter how tedious or unimportant it seems. Nothing of your life is unimportant or insignificant to him. He treasures the soft words, spoken by candlelight, until you've tired yourself. No one will see how softly he looks at you, kissing the top of your head, chasing away nightmares and letting you sleep in peace.
Sapphon - Longing to be seen and aching to be heard, he loves too hard, too quickly. He needs to be reminded when to ease himself from you, that you need space. He gives you all he can, though, devout in his attentions to you. You make yourself known to him and his hand will hover over yours, ready to catch and pull you back to him, sometimes too close, bordering on overbearing. He intrudes before retreating again, refusing to be seen as obsessive. He yearns for you, though, to pull you to his side and keep you close. His eyes always find you first and return to you last, always keeping you within the forefront of his mind. He will not sequester you away, but he will keep you close in less physical ways.
Asmodai - The hardest to love, in every definition of the phrase. He is difficult to like, let alone get along with. The hunt for the Fallen will always come before you and you must not think otherwise, you are second to what drives him forward. Yet, he holds an entirely different obsession for you. For you, he holds you too tightly, stalking your shadow, never allowing you to leave his sight. Every piece of broken hair left in your wake, every touch of your skin on his, every shared, lingering glance is never forgotten. He seems cruel and crass, too blunt to tease, to crude to be anything akin to playful, but you are the finest relic he's ever laid his hands on. None will know how he selfishly hoards you to himself, keeping you always within arms reach, silent vows never to be heard trapped in his throat.
Cypher - A fleeting, short lived romance but the sort of love you always remember. Perhaps not your first, not your last, but always the most memorable. He's guided by forces greater than you, but he never lets it brush against you. Perhaps it led him to you and he returned you to safety. Don't seek him, he'll always find you, crawling into your arms as though it's always been his place. He intrudes upon your life for what seems like the shortest and longest lengths of times - days and weeks blur together, minutes and hours dragging - and then disappears again. A letter is left in his wake alongside a gift, an impermanent flower, a jewel lifted from places unknown, a blade always perfectly sharp. His love for you is both everlasting and fleeting, caught in glimpses and glances, trapped in moments of memory.
