#reverse husbandry

The Night Lords look on in utter confusion as Konrad Cruze lets a tiny baseline girl child braid brightly collored paper flowers into his hair.

Alright

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Father had returned! It had been a month since the Primarch of the Eighth had vanished. All of the psykers of the legion had tried to figure out what happened even beseeching Magnus to help with it. Either the Primarch of the Thousand Sons succeeded or it simply returned to normal... perhaps the Emperor himself caught wind of it. But both Sheng and Sevetar knew something was different... wherever the Primarch had been sent had disturbed something inside of him far more so than the normally disturbed Primarch.

The changes were almost instant as the wretched state of his bedchambers was immediately changed. It was cleaned before he would enter it again. Curze was jumpy and hissing at anyone getting too close... not too different from anything not until the medicae were called to his chambers. Which revealed the small child that he had returned with, ill with everything and anything as unknown to his sons... her little immune system was unable to deal with all the wild new strains of illness but lucky for her... everyone was terrified to fail the Primarch for his request on "fixing her".

Sheng and Sevetar would overhear them speak to each other in a language unknown to either Night Lord though she would speak snippets of Gothic in a strange accent. It was Sevetar who finally had the nerve to ask one day as he entered his father's chambers, again they spoke in the strange language as she combed the long black hair, looking healthier than when he went missing, before starting to braid the strands and inserting paper flowers.

"How long were you actually gone." He said to the point in Nostroman as she looked at him unaware of what he said.

"Years." Curze sneered, "Perhaps Decades even."

"Who is she?"

"My ward... my charge... my bonded." The Primarch tried to find the right words to explain what he experienced. "An unloved thing waiting for someone to care about her." He remembers the lonely look in her eyes before stealing her from the Foster Center, wasn't really stealing... it was simply taking what was his.

"I was on what many thought to be ancient Terra." Curze says unprompted, "There were thousands of Astartes there... all from different times... night lords that have yet to meet me... and night lords made after I am long dead. Though that future is less than certain."

Sevetar's brow furrowed as his black eyes glanced over at the child who was still braiding with a smile as she was humming something. Curze had been interacting with his Legion more and properly all because of some child? Sevetar was skeptical and yet... all the things Curze had bemoaned about his legion he finally was taking an active role in his own legion and his own destiny... "Well what does the little princess need then?"

Konrad seemed to grin at that, hiding the malvolence in his smile before her tiny hug told him that she was done. "There we go Nacht! All done."

"Thank you little one." She was swallowed by his embrace.

"Nacht? Can I go out soon?"

"When you're better little one. I also need to make sure others know not to hurt you. When the medicae clears you and I get things in order."

"Okay. I can't wait to meet the other Night Lords!"

"Mhmm and I will make sure they all behave... or else." He whispers the final part in Nostroman as he carries her over to his bed before tucking her back in and watching her drift off again.

"There are many things that need to be done Sevetar." He skulked over to the Astarte and loomed over him, "I trust I will have your support?"

"Always my lord."

The two sibs enjoying working in the presence of the only being that doesn't treat them as a holy relic while their guard dogs fluff up at eachother like disgruntled cats.

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Guilliman glanced behind her as the Custodes was hardly a hidden presence in the room. One of the more combative and militant of the legio custodes order. He could see Sicarius gripping the hilt of his blade feeling tense as the Custodes was an intense figure. All because of some strange happenstance with the warp sending the Custodian back in time then bringing him and his bonded back to the correct time, all be it only a few months at most later from when he vanished.

"Malcador this is why I want to ban glitter." The Emperor says walking over to Sanguinius.

"I literally see nothing wrong." The smaller man says looking up at his friend hold up a finger.

"Sanguinius... shake."

They watch the winged primarch spread his wings and shake as a small cloud of glitter seems to rain down from his wings and hair. Malcador was so use to Sanguinius being in his glittering armor he didn't question why his hair and wings seemed to glitter.

"This still seems like a silly reason to ban it."

Gaius keeps his human wrapped up in his arms as he ushers her towards the Salamanders. He curses whatever gods there might be that thought to punish him by sending him and his human back to his world. She's not like him! She's weak, fragile, untouched, untainted by the cruelty and horrors of his world.

Keeping her safe and away from his fellow World Eaters was a challenge, let alone his own Primarch. If he weren't one of the more renown warriors, he knows she probably wouldn't have been left alone this long. Still for all the fondness he has for his brothers and his genefather, he knows she would never be able to sleep without fear for as long as she's around them. Oh he's not an idiot, those damn Nails would sooner or later turn them all into mad war beasts. He had thought of ways to flee, to ensure her safety away from his Legion. Then it seems that fate wanted to make it up to them, for whatever reason the World Eaters and the Salamanders would be meeting up briefly.

Gaius cares little for the details, only for the fact that Salamanders and their Primarch are known for their care towards civilians. He had laughed and joked about this weakness of theirs to his fellow brothers in the past. Yet now it is this so-called weakness that might ensure his human's survival. He can see how the Salamanders on duty grip their weapons tighter at the sight of him, it is only his human clinging onto him that keeps them from aiming at him. He doesn't blame them, he knows his own reputation.

He swallows his pride and pleads his case, asking, begging for them to let the two of them go with them. At least take his human! She's not safe with his own legion. He breathes a sigh of relief when one of the Salamanders tells them to follow him. Gaius knows that he can't go back after this, his Primarch and brothers would never forgive him, but if it ensures his human's safety... that's all he needs.

She was feverish... Gaius had done all he could do to warn about what was going to happen. The legions were all in chaos as he wasn't the only one to refute what was going to happen... and while father and the Emperor were listening... he still pulled away fearful of what was still going to happen.

She smiles up at him as he mutters some old lullaby as she clings to him for warmth yet she sweats profusely. Its not a hard secret to find out as he glances around at the quarters he was provided. He heard that for the most part it was World Eaters and Night Lords trying to get their bonded away from their primarchs, Perturabo was apparently indifferent for the most part.

"This isn't a pretty Pog situationship you have found yourselves in?" he says looking down at the collection of humans. Everyone looks to each other confused.

The godly being groaned and muttered, "Son of a -"

"I understand you sir." The police officer speaks up just as the golden eyed man and his large sons look down at the collection of people. "Just uh... I don't think you're using half of the words you said right."

Gabriel's not sure what to think when his brothers tell him that his human is seeing things in her feverish state. Well, he can believe seeing stuff part, just not how she's apparently seeing their gene-father. He knows it's unlikely to be simply swept aside, because she has seen or heard anything about him. He's never mentioned much of his world or the history of Blood Angels, let alone their Primarch.

He hands her a tissue box after she has another violent sneezing fit. Perhaps it's a good thing she's sick, otherwise she would see the worry in his eyes. Can anyone blame him though? If word got out that some human from ancient Terra, bonded with a Space Marine and is now seeing visions of a dead Primarch got out... He lets out a soft worried warble, pulling his human into his arms.

He buries his face against her soft hair, feeling how she relaxes being warmed by his body. Hmm, he'll have to get thicker clothes or maybe more jackets for her. For now he simply sings to his human. He doesn't have much memory of his life before ascending, but he remembers a Baalite lullaby his mother used to sing to him.

He's never told her anything about Lord Sanguinius... he had not given her any books on him either... he's not even sure that they passed the large window with his depiction. Just when her fevers get bad is when she says she sees him with such pretty angel wings.

He supposes that his father was an angel now given how they were made, from his basic understanding of extinct ancient Terran religions... Abraham would probably know more... as he remembers the Word Bearer he was on... okay terms with. Gabriel frowns at how he would rely on the excitable Word Bearer to know strange esoteric knowledge on religion given how much it was a part of their daily lives... idioms... sayings... even replying to a sneeze!

She mutters parts of the conversation... butchering a mix of Baalite words and High Gothic... the Chaplain wants to hear more... and Gabriel is not one to disobey the Chaplain... just if he refuses he has a feeling the Chapter Master will want to hear... and he rather not expose her to Dante.

But she says he keeps her calm... how his feathers smell clean and feel so nice... she says that he knows she shouldn't be here... and that he coos just like Gabriel does. He rubs the cold cloth over her forehead... perhaps if its they both go or stay... perhaps Gabriel would happily be stuck in the past if it meant she survived.