By His Will

(Hey! You’ve probably been wondering where the fuck Necron-Mun has been.

In short I’m very unwell currently with possible a certain virus and a pretty major infection.

the-red-hurricane:

lie-ren-jaded-dragon:

pantheonwastaken:

(Bonus points if you drop subtle hints at who the other parent was.)

I don’t care if we ship, I love the idea of kids

“Such things have been learned over the millennia, I was young and reckless at one point, but, my duty is to guard those imperative to furthering not the Imperium which is present today but humanity as it was intended through these ages.” 

“If it means defending my comrades and protectees, duelling is at times necessary. With year upon year of experience and said carelessness I have learned to pick my fights.” 

“Safety of all is paramount, reckless strategic is what gets many killed. They should have been more careful in my opinion, their notion of what protection means is far different from my own, and you were not being protected.” She frowned, those who weren’t of the Aquilan Shield tended to not consider the wider picture when it came to safety of even the protectors. 

“I also made you something to eat.”

“You will halt-” Pandora went to call out, though something stopped her for a moment. That voice, it resonated something within the deeper cores of her memory. 

The powerful Guardian Spear was lowered for only a moment before the individual, yet down enough to be able to be pulled back into action as soon as she needed it to. It bewildered her how she’d gotten past the other Custodians let alone herself.

“What are you doing here…? Let alone, how are you alive?” For once in her life, she felt a twinge of confusion.

“I’ve provided protected those under inquisitorial watch, those of use to us. As soon as you leave them? Death follows.” Pandora screwed her face up sourly for once, talk of the inquisition always left a bad taste in her mouth. 

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❛ History is a strong word. It was more of a… dalliance. ❜

❛ Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? ❜

❛ I don’t want to live without you and after this I won’t have to.  ❜

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜

❛ Men in general like to win. ❜

❛ Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired. ❜

❛ In the darkest of times you were my conscience. ❜

❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜

❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜

❛ What odd turns our lives have taken. ❜

❛ I don’t give my heart or give up easily. ❜

❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

❛ Are you wearing mink-lined boots? ❜

❛ Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it. ❜

❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

❛ Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves. ❜

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

❛ I can’t bear to think about a future anymore, not without you. ❜

❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜

❛ Men don’t like taking orders from women. ❜

❛ And real love never fades, not truly. ❜

❛ Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us. ❜

❛ Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury. ❜

❛ If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself. ❜

❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜

❛ Men forget, that woman have ears. ❜

❛ Duels only lead to dead men, not respect. ❜

❛ I am trying to be better! ❜

❛ You’re a monster. ❜

❛ You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape. ❜

“you’re going to have a bruise.”

“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”

“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”

“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.” 

“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”

“those pain meds knocked you out.”

“where’d you get that bloody nose?”

“make a fist for me.” 

“where does it hurt?” 

“ow, ow, ow.”

“that’s going to need stitches.”

“shit, that hurts.”

“is it broken?”

“keep ice on it.”

“ouch!” 

“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.” 

“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”

“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”

“stay in bed and let me look after you.” 

“there, you’re all patched up.” 

“let me help you to your room.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”

“you could have a concussion. ”

“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”