#primarche

@primarche​ said:  "Danchou, it's that time of year again. Did you think I would forget this anniversary? Your birth marks more for the skies than you may think, even if we haven't returned to them yet. Though I had to cultivate new beans than those from last year, allow me to take the liberty of brewing you another cup for this occasion this year as well. I would hope that they are better than last years, since the growing conditions were.. better. ... do savor this blend this time, too."

Reflecting upon their first meeting, Djeeta still marvels at how far they’ve come. At how far Sandalphon has come. From rage, to vengeance, to making the wish to protect the skies on his own. Asking her to fight beside him, wounded and tired from buying them time to recover from Lucilius’s testing blows. Something she would do all over again. Then as time passed, continuing to hold himself to his role, half to make it up to the skies which he had once thrown into chaos and for himself. “It’s an honor, boss.” The captain beams, wanting to tease him a bit. “I’m glad we can continue this tradition here. I enjoy every brew you make, after all. Especially when you have my birthday in mind.”

i commissioned @/grovndzero on twitter to draw sangiyuu and i thought i would share it here too!

@primarche​ said:  “Well, let me use a line, too. “This is the end for you, chump”.”

Oho that’s the way this guy wanted to play it, huh? Hard to get? That’s alright. Date liked it that way. So maybe saying “Hey, is it alright if I use a line on you? You come here often?” to a guy behind the counter at a coffee shop was a bad idea. A lame one, at that. And the threat really isn’t all that different from the replies Date usually gets. But he has something even better. 

And waits.

And waits for what seems to be an eternity before a man steps out from one of the backrooms and slowly makes his way behind the counter. In truth, he's not at all what she expected. A rather handsome face that looked to be not much older than herself presently. A stand-offish sort of demeanor coupled with a rather stern yet lax look on his face. Though he appeared to be as human as anyone else around them, he wasn't. Ereshkigal isn't quite certain what to make of him actually. She instead opts to stay silent as he begins his work of brewing coffee. Once he finishes, a cup is placed in front of her and for a moment she can only look down in both awe and vague curiosity before finally speaking up, "...Is this supposed to be a delicacy of some sort?" It would have been fine to pose just that question but she is quick to add...

"Bean water should hold no value." Yes, she was certainly making a good first impression.

It’s funny that circumstances continue to play as though pre-destined. Again, he doesn’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse, but that aroma is unmistakable. He walks into the cafe as though oblivious. 

“One coffee, please.”

there are no faces and yours is next

‘ ah, is that — sandalphon! wait up! ’

the distinctive figure of the supreme primarch stood out among the unfamiliar streets and djeeta quickly begins to move in his direction. the mere sight of him - a member of her beloved crew, someone she knew - had instantly granted the captain a large sense of relief in the face of what had otherwise been a time of frustration and worry. worry for her friends more than herself, of course, but worry nonetheless. thankfully, djeeta’s shout had stalled the primal in his tracks and it took only a minute to reach where he stood, a pep in her step and smile wide on her face. ‘ i’m glad to see you! you know, i was almost worried there for a moment. what a relief to know i’m not alone here! ’