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can I ask for different primarch reactions to finding out that they look like Big E’s dead lover? Oughhh imagine the angst-
Mortarion - It feels like a joke. A cruel, ironic one. Mortarion is far from his father's favorite son yet this person- whoever they were- obviously meant something to the man. Enough so that he remembers and treasures their memory, even now, thousands of years later. A lone photo, locked in a vault inside of a stasis-field. It's poetic. It's heartfelt. And now here comes Mortarion, a twisted facsimile of them, practically spitting on whatever legacy they left behind. No wonder father dislikes him so.
Fulgrim - He tries to feel proud. Fulgrim admires the Emperor, wants nothing more than to gain his approval. To have been crafted in the image of a person that meant so much to him, isn't that yet another point in his favor? But deep inside, Fulgrim feels nothing but dread. Because how can he live up to the expectations left behind by his... predecessor? Original? Is Fulgrim just a copy, and a bad one at that? Is he forever stuck in this person's shadow? Will he ever be good enough to earn the right to bear their likeness?
Angron - Like most things does, it makes him angry. But this is a hollow, empty sort of rage because Angron sees himself in them. Or at least, he sees the person he used to be. Angron was never soft, couldn't afford to be back in the gladiatorial pits of Nuceria, but he was kind once. And this person looks kind. Was he supposed to be like them? Did father, the Emperor, dislike him so simply because he dirtied the memory of this person long gone?
Magnus - Immediately, Magnus is filled with equal amounts of intense longing and curiosity. He wants to know everything about them. Who they were, what they were like, who they were to the Emperor. Judging by the two smiling faces on the photo and his own resemblance, someone irreplaceable. All of these clues itches Magnus' brain. They are a mystery and Magnus have never been able to let go of a good one.
Perturabo - He studies their familiar features with narrowed eyes, hands clenched tightly by his sides. It's strange, seeing his own face looking so much relaxed, so... Happy. Almost as strange as seeing the Emperor return the expression. For as long as Perturabo has known his father, the man has only ever looked disappointed or like he's judging him. Is this why? Because Perturabo was created in the likeness of somebody else and does not live up to whatever expectations there is? It's unfair and he finds himself loathing a person he's never even met.
Alpharius - Both Alpharius and Omegon are used to seeing their own face, both on each other and on every member of the Alpha Legion. And to think, that this was never their own face to begin with. It's ironic, isn't it? But what matters to them the most is not merely physical appearance, but the mere fact that the Emperor evidently still cherishes this person, judging by the fact that he's gone to such lengths to preserve this one photo. It provides a unique and previously undiscovered glimpse into the mystery that is the ruler of all of mankind.
Lorgar - Lorgar is the Primarch to bear the most resemblance to the Emperor, something he's always been silently proud of. The fact that he also resembles his father's dead lover? To Lorgar, this proves that the Emperor sees him as a son rather than a weapon or a tool. It also proves that the Emperor is capable of great love, confirming Lorgar's deep held beliefs regarding his magnanimity. He feels blessed by the fact that he's a product of such love and devotion and makes a silent vow to live up to the expectations and legacy left behind by this mysterious person.
Horus - Part of him feels like he should feel proud. Like this is supposed to be confirmation that the Emperor cares about him on a deeper, familial level. But Horus can't stop the dread that emerges from the deepest, most hidden parts of his soul. Because he's always been the favorite son and always assumed that it had to be because of the memories and experiences they've shared through the years. But what if... What if the Emperor only favors him because of the resemblance he bears to this person? What if, whenever he looks at Horus, he sees somebody else in his place? The mere thought makes him feel sick.
Konrad - He laughs and he laughs and he laughs until his voice breaks and he's left wheezing and crying on the floor. He hates it. He hates it so much that he has to keep laughing or else he will bite through his tongue and rip out his hair. Because despite everything, despite his intended purpose as a conqueror and weapon, he was crafted with love. As an expression of devotion and adoration. And look at him. Konrad has no doubt that if that person was still alive, they would gaze upon him with fear and disgust, a twisted perversion of their memory. They would loathe him.
Sanguinius - What really strikes Sanguinius is how... normal, his father looks in the picture. Human he may claim to be but the man that Sanguinius knows feels so much larger than life, so far beyond the mortals that serve him. But once upon a time, his father had been happy. This person, whose likeness he's been molded in, made him smile so brightly. It's... thought-provoking, he will give it that much. Part of Sanguinius feels relieved that his father is capable of such emotion, such connection, while another part of himself feels inadequate since he is incapable of filling that space left behind by his predecessor.
Corvus - Immediately, Corvus is struck by a feeling of wrongness. Because his whole life, he's thought of his own, as well as the other Primarchs, existence as wrong on some level. They are not natural, created in lab to serve as means to an end. But this photo... The Emperor looks so human here. Alive in a way that Corvus has never seen him, like he's actually made out of flesh and blood like any other baseline. And next to him is evidence that he is, or at least at some point was, capable of incredible love. Corvus feels his own face twitch, his lips quirking in a subconscious, half-botched attempt to match the expression on the photo. And not for the first time, he wishes that the circumstances of his birth had been different.
Ferrus - It feels strange, seeing this face with features so familiar to his own smile in a way that Ferrus never has, bright and unashamedly. Part of him wonders if he even could do it if he wanted to. The thought of it is almost as strange as seeing his father smile with equal intensity. It fills him with an odd emotion, a feeling that he can't quite categorize. Part of it he recognizes as feeling overwhelmed. This person meant a lot to his father, who then in turn molded Ferrus after them. Ferrus is a craftsman and while he values function over appearance, he does recognize the emotional weight behind this decision. So, where does that leave him? Who does the Emperor truly see when he looks at him?
Rogal - He studies the photograph intensely, mapping the face next to the Emperor and mentally cataloguing which features he shares with them. It feels important. Rogal has always cared about family, a value instilled in him by his grandfather, and while he does not know if he shares any DNA with this individual, the evidence strongly suggests that they are related in one way or another. So Rogal will remember them. Remember where he came from. And remember that even if he was made to be a tool, the Emperor crafted him with care and, dare he say it, some level of love.
Vulkan - Vulkan loves his family. His brothers (even the ones he does not get along with), his sons and his father. They are all precious to him, irreplaceable in their own ways. And today, his family grew once more. Not in the form of a new Salamander or a newly discovered brother, but an ancestor. Vulkan might not have a name for this person, does not know just who and what they are to him, but they are family nonetheless. He wishes he could have met them, maybe they could have told him how they made father smile the way he did.
Lion - He feels uncomfortable because while yes, he's always known that the Emperor is a person, it feels almost surreal to imagine his father in love. In love and smiling like a child, happy and alive with flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. And Lion might be trusted, as much as the Emperor can trust anyone, really, but he's never felt loved by the man. And yet... he looks so much like them. His eyes, his nose, even the way his hair falls. Small details that only love can properly catch. And why? Why him? And what does it mean? Has Lion misjudged the relationship between himself and the Emperor? Is there something more, a hidden message in the way he looks at him? The multiple questions and uncertainty makes Lion's chest feel tight.
Leman - Leman goes quiet as he looks at the photo, eyes mapping the familiar features that he sees every time he catches his own reflection. He has a perfect memory, can recall everything he's ever experienced, but it's important for him to especially remember this person. Because they are kin. Even if they do not share blood, on a deeper level, they are part of each other. They are his past and he is their legacy, just as much as he is the Emperor's. And it ignites something deep within him, a sort of pride that he has an ancestor, a history behind him that stretches beyond his birth and further than just himself as a Primarch.
Jaghatai - "They must have been great". That's Jaghatai's first thought when he registers just what the photo represents. Because only a great person can make someone like the Emperor, or at least the person who would one day become him, smile like that. He recognizes that glint in his father's eyes, one of wonder and excitement. One that he has never seen from the man in all his years of knowing him. Jaghatai wonders if maybe that part of him died when this person did. Perhaps that's why he made Jaghatai in their image, to find that spark of life again, or at least remember happier days. The Khan hopes that, whatever the Emperor looked for, he found.
Roboute - He gets it. As much as Roboute feels disconnected from his father, he truly gets it. Because some people are so integral to who you are that you can't let go. He thinks of his father, Konor, and Tarasha, his mother, and how much he treasures them and their memory. It's the fact that it's the Emperor that leaves Roboute in a state of disbelief and unsure how to proceed with the information. Because what exactly does this mean? What does he mean to the Emperor?
How each Primarch reacts to an S/o who doesn't like to be cuddled when they sleep.
I saw that someone had done a prompt of how each primarch would like to cuddle with their s/o when sleeping . I don't remember who did it but when I find them I will link the original post and creator that inspired this.
update: The original post and @tomatojellyfish Was the creator!!!
But what if their S/o can't sleep if they are being cuddled or touched. So they are cuddling and being all sweet on each other and when it is finally time to sleep they just kiss them good night and turn their back to their primarch and pass out. How do they react to this.
This would probably take place very early in their relationships.
Lion el’Jonson
Laying on the massive bed next to one another just stared into each other eyes. Lion gently held your hand pulling it towards his face. You let out a yawn as he places a soft kiss to your hand. This is the softest you have and will ever see him. Only when he is next to you will he ever be this relaxed and ungraded. As sleep takes over you subconsciously pull your hands to your chest as you curl into a ball.
Lion understands he is not one for much physical touch just having you next to him is enough. Knowing that you are safe and protected by him is enough to allow him to sleep peacefully.
He always makes you sleep closets to the wall so that if anything where to ever come through the door he would be the one closest to any threats.
Fulgrim
He lay wrapped around you like a koala peppering kisses onto your forehead, cheek, neck anywhere he could reach. You two had been laying like that for hours and you where exhausted. The days events had been wearing on you but no matter how relaxed and comfortable you where you just couldn't get to sleep. Fulgrim was almost asleep when you wiggled out from his arms onto the unoccupied spot on the bed. Only once you were not wrapped around where you able to fall asleep passing out almost instantly.
Flabbergasted at first. How could you sleep better not in his arms. The mere thought of this was absolutely ridiculous, You must have moved in your sleep no way you wanted to get away from him. He reached out towards you with the plan to pull you back into your arms but once he grabbed onto you. You subconsciously shook him off.
Shocked and honestly really hurt. Never had you pulled away from his touch or rejected his affection until now. He can't and won't wait until morning. Some thing has to be wrong. He wakes you up acting as if you lost a limb. It is going to be a very very long conversation explaining that no nothing is wrong and no you are not upset with him.
He gets into the habit of waiting until you are fully asleep to start cuddling you again so you always wake up with him wrapped around you.
Perturabo
Often times Perty was to busy to come to bed at reasonable ours and that was the same tonight. You lay on the massive primarch sized bed wrapped up like a burrito alone. While you don't like to fall asleep you do miss feeling of his weight next to you. Often you will place a large pillow behind you so simulate him being there.
Over time he has realized that you like him near by but not completely wrapped up by him. Most often he will just lay an arm around you.
He once woke you up by pulling you into his chest and you hadn't been able to fall back asleep so he now is more careful about not waking you up when he eventually comes to bed.
Jaghatai khan
He always comes to bed but often never stays slipping out into the night to continue working. You have gotten into the habit of laying back to back with him as you sleep. He enjoys the reassurance that you are there to share such a vulnerable time with him. He is not much of a cuddler during sleep so the topic of your sleeping preference has never really come up.
He notices that you prefer to sleep untouched. You often scoot away in the middle of the night waking him up. He considers it a lovable quirk of yours and it is how he tells you are truly asleep. He doesn't and would never doubt your love.
Leman Russ
Lemans favourite form of cuddling is laying directly on top of you and often he is the first to fall asleep. It is the third night in a row that you haven't been able to sleep almost at all. There is no way out from under this man mainly with his weight on top of you, you are completely immobile. But any time you wiggle your way out from under him he grabs you and drags you back into your original spot. The man doesn't even wake up. So in frustration and exhaustion you are able to weasel your way out from under him and dodge the large hand reaching out for you by giving him a pillow. You have elected to sleep on the couch in his attached office instead.
Confusion. The next morning he wakes up planning to lay in bed cuddling together but you are just gone. He is instantly in full alert. Where are you? Did something happen? He is angry at himself for not waking up. How could someone have stolen you right out from under him and him not have woken up. He checks the ensuite bathroom. You are not there. He bursts into his office like a man on a mission. Practically knocks down the door.
Startling you awake as he rushes to your side and dropping to his knees why the couch. He is so relieved that you are alive that he doesn't bother questioning about why you are not in bed or what happened. Simply picks you up and brings you back to bed to cuddle.
He will just assume you went to the restroom and couldn't get back up onto the tall bed. He gets little stairs for you added in and will continue to cuddle you the same way as always no matter the amount of times he finds you on the couch in the morning. You need to be direct with this man or you are not gonna get anywhere.
Rogal Dorn
Rogal likes to have you lying on his chest so that he can feel you breathing and heart beat as he falls to sleep. Knowing that you are close to him and safe. It doesn't take him long to realize that you have not fallen asleep yet. He always makes it a habit of falling asleep after you. So when he notices that you have been shifting your weight trying to get comfy for an hour he isn't shy or nervous about asking you if something is wrong.
He is completely understanding and asks you to get yourself comfortable on the bed so that he can adapt the way he sleeps around it. He still wants to be close to you to make sure you are safe so both of you spend the next few minutes trying out different sleeping positions to determine the "most optimal one for both comfort and protection"
In the end his sizes comes with the advantage of being able to be the big spoon with extra room so that he is able to shield you and not touch you at the same time.
Honestly he considered it a strategy drill and a bonding activity so win win.
Konrad Curze
He is so worried about hurting you in him sleep that he barley touches you as is. The conversation never even comes up because as it turns out he also can't fall asleep while being touched. Just knowing you are in the same room is enough for the both of you to feel safe and protected.
He thinks people who need to be constantly touching someone is weird. *cough* Fulgrim *cough*
Sanguinius
You Love his wings and how protected that make you feel but by the throne feathers can be so itchy. It didn't take long into you relationship for him to notice something was off. It was the first time you two ever slept together that he noticed. It had been after some "strenuous bedroom activities" He lay on his stomach with his head facing you a wing draped over you like a blanket. At first it was nice and sweet but after about an hour all the feathers on your skin started to itch. Not knowing what to do you very slowly started scooting further and further away trying to get out of the all encompassing feathers. It being dark and having not noticed how far on the bed you had scooted to. In one last shimmy backwards you went tumbling on the side on the very tall primarch sized bed hitting the floor in a loud thud. (It was a good 6 foot fall)
Instantaneously he is out of bed rushing over to comfort you and make sure you are okay. He is confused and worried and the best thing you can do for him and yourself is to just be upfront with him. Tell him that you love him and his wings but that you just can't fall asleep when anyone is touching you.
He will apologies and think him not knowing this about you so some terrible thing he has over looked or something he should have know. No matter how much he wants to hold you close at night he will understand and do his best to leave a bit of distance between you. But for his own piece of mind you are never out of arms reach.
Ferrus manus
Always self conscious about his arms and the chill that they bring he makes sure there is a blanket between you and them. His arms are heavy and it is really hard to fall sleep when you are trapped. The first few time you fell asleep with him consisted of a lot of tossing and turning trying to get comfortable before passing out from exhaustion. It was taking a toll on you and he noticed right away. Apprehensive to bring it up because you know he already resents his arms and if you don't explain this clearly you know that it will only drive a wedge between you and cause him more resentment about his arms. You leave him a letter expressing how you feel and that no you don't his like his arms and that even if he had normal arms you would still not be able to fall asleep.
After he gets this letter there is no discussion about it but the next night when you go to get comfortable he adjusts himself to be back to back with you. He can hear your breathing as you go to sleep and it allows him to be between you and the door. Making sure that you are protected.
Angron
He does not sleep for you out of the fear that he will harm you so he never finds out about your funny little sleeping habit and there is no cause for discussion. (though he does wish to cuddle but he is not confident that he won't accidently kill you)
Roboute Guilliman
Most often then not this man does not sleep like ever. He has mastered the art of the 5 min power naps. He has gotten so good at them in fact that he is able to nap sitting up right. So most of the time you are asleep way before he even gets to bed. Sometimes in the middle of the night you will wake up to him having cradled you against his chest.. You might not be able to get back to sleep but these quiet peaceful moments are to few and far between. So you never bring it up to him. Maybe in the future when you are living the quiet life he wishes for you will have to tell him but for now no point in letting him know just yet.
Mortarion
A quiet evening after a particularly rough day you and Morty are spending the evening cuddling in bed. It started to get rather late and with out even thinking about it you roll off of Morty grabbing a pillow pulling it to your chest. You shift away from him facing towards the wall with your back to him. Falling into a comfortable sleep almost immediately.
Devistation! Did he do something wrong? Do you hate him? Are you disgusted by his horribly deformed body? He lays there looking at you holding back tears. You perfer to hug a pillow over him. This man stays like that all night spiraling. He is no able to bring himself to reach out to you thinking the worst.
He won't mention it in the morning out of his own shame and self loathing but the next evening when he won't touch you make sure to ask him about it and show that you do want to cuddle with him. Explain to him that you don't hate him and that you love him very very much.
Magnus the red
Often falling asleep after long discussions about anything and everything. On the occasions that you actually make it to bed at a reasonable time he will hold you close to him as you continue to talk and he info dumps on the newest thing he has discovered or is researching. He can sense your discomfort before you even start shifting around. This man has mastered many things but the art of subtlety has eluded him. He will place you done on the bed next to him and straight up ask you if you are uncomfortable in his arms.
Once you explain that it is hard for you to fall asleep when you are being touched his completely understands goes off on a tangent about a creature he found on a planet once that where super social but never slept in the same dens together. You arn't sure what to make of the comparison but there is no time to dwell on it as he springs off into another line of converstaion.
You two didn't get to bed at a reasonable hour like you planed but the sun was raising over Prospero before you even had the chance to think about sleeping.
Horus
Once this man is asleep there is no waking him it is like trying to wake a bolder. You figured this out on the first night you spent together. It started cute with you sitting at the head of the bed and him laying on his stomach looking at you. A Joke was said a small tease and the next thing you know you are underneath him with a giant man passed out on top of you using you stomach and chest as a headrest. There is no way out and no matter how much you shake him and tap on his head he will not wake up. How he is still alive when he sleeps like the dead no one knows but you are going to have to wait until morning to tell him about you sleeping preferences.
He is apologetic when he sees how tired you are but laughs off the comments about him sleeping like the dead. He will respect your wishes to not be touched as you sleep but the moment he is asleep he has no control of his body and you keep waking up being his personal pillow so not sure useful that conversation was but he will insist that he didn't to it on purpose. But you can never be sure.
Lorgar
He likes to look at you as you sleep and for the first bit of your relation ship it wouldn't touch or cuddle you in bed he would just watch you. You are the most divine and precious thing to him and there is no way he can risk breaking you. Though all he wants is to hold you to his chest as you sleep next to each other.
Once he eventually gets more comfortable knowing you will not disintegrate in his hand he will begin to cuddle you and once you tell him of your preferences he will completely under stand. (kind of)
He is going to take it as confirmation that you are worried that he will crush you in his sleep so please explain to him that, that is not why you are telling him that you don't like to cuddle when you sleep. He will stress over it if you don't.
Vulkan
This man is Hot! Or... he runs hot. If you have a problem with feeling other peoples body heat as you sleep you honestly might just want to get different beds or maybe ask him if he or Perturabo can make you like a heat repellent blanket. There is only so much you can do when you are dating a human furnace.
He definitely understands the heat being hard to cope with for a baseline human. But you to came to a compromise. Before bed you lay together cuddling and talking him holding you to his chest and then once you are ready to sleep only then do you seperate from his arms moving to the other side of the bed. And this system works!!
both of you get good nights sleep and you are very much in love.
Corvus Corax
You have never had this conversation before you can count on one hand the number of times you two have fallen asleep together and woken up together. Most of the time you fall sleep in your shared quarters and when you wake up in the morning there is a indent in the bed next to you and a black feather. This is the only way you know that he was ever there.
Apharius and Omegon
You had this conversation once but you aren't sure who you where talking to or even if it was the real them because no matter how many times you have this conversation you always are cradled close to a chest as you fall asleep and always wake up next to one. No clue if it is the same one as before. You really gotta figure out a way to tell them apart cause this is starting to make you head spin.
Master list!!!!! : Here
Atlas note:
So I was telling one of my friends about this mini fic thing and apparently the concept for this was the "most autistic thing ever" I mean.... ya lol It is so normal not to like other peoples body heat IDK what they where on about lol.
Also sorry this took so long to write I was supposed to have this done by like end of January lol.
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Hello there, I know it was a commentary, but nevertheless:
Continuation of "Fitful dance": One of Emperor's sons (Sanguinius) went near his quarters and palmed his mouth to not make a sound because he accidentally saw the fckd up shit Emps did to his “wife” and how she scratched him with her nails to make him feel at least some discomfort when he had her under him(add smut in this scene). And he don’t know whether to tell his brothers or try to help his mother-in-law all by himself. In the end he decided to tell Horus and Guilliman and they had to calm their winged brother because he was shaking so much of what he saw
“Man, you be cookin’. I also really appreciate y’all’s patience. Also, pc is being weird.” - Ichor
Summary - “Sanguinius finds out more than he should and consults to his brothers.”
“Brother I…” The Angel pauses, his mouth opening and closing. Unsure of what he’s about to reveal is something he should really talk about. His eyes occasionally flickering from the group up to his fellow brothers: Horus and Guilliman. “Our… mother… She’s is not treated right.”
“…What?” Guilliman is the first one to respond. His eyes full of rightful confusion as they had all thought this… baseline was something to their father: The Emperor.
“What do you mean, Sanguinius?” Hours pops in quickly. His eyebrows too, risen up in confusion. “This is heresy you could speak of.”
“…I…” He tries to start again but fails. His eyes closing tightly as he recalls the foulness of the holy. His wings giving a twitch and his jaw clenching. This was something that truly bothered him. Not some annoyance. This was something that… disturbed him.
He… remembers the way you sound. You sounded… pleased, like any other baseline would with a god or lower. That part didn’t bother him, for he has heard the ways of Slannesh and forbidden baselines going at it when they think no one is around, but… what did bother him? Was how he saw it.
Yes, saw it.
It wasn’t an honestly good favor of the fates of him at the time as he was sure the area around was rather private and sealed, but he had the unfortunate timing to… stumble upon it. Upon his father and you doing the deed, and he would have left it be and be embarrassed later on, but…. He couldn’t.
It wasn’t out of unholy arousal or to watch it or something similar that kept him in place, but the way you looked distressed; out of it even, like you weren’t completely there. You weren’t enjoying it. You almost seemed broken in his eyes, but… he has seen you smile. He has seen you be happy around them: his brothers and his own sons, praising them, encouraging them on their own little quests.
Yet, has he ever really seen you smile at the Emperor? His father? Praise him? No… he hasn’t. It was something most over looked for his father had everything, he is the pinnacle, and it took a moment to really capture what was truly going on once he caught sight of the… assault.
He leaves quickly after a moment of hesitation. His pace swift against the floor. His head giving a few shakes while his mind is trying to rid of your moans that were sounding more like obvious cries of help to him. To help you in that moment of bareness, and he would have! If only you weren’t the Emperors wife.
“…Mother is not treated right.” He states again, opening up his eyes. Looking straight at his brothers to let him know he’s serious. He’s never one to lie.
“Can you be more abrasive, brother?” The Warmaster asks his feathered brother. Shifting his weight. Unsure of what his own brother speaks of is true or not for their father was righteous, wasn’t he? His sea-green eyes giving a quick glance at his other brother: Roboute Guilliman.
“She-“ Sanguinius pauses, trying to voice it in the best way possible, but there was honestly no “best way” that he could. Nothing about the subject that he would be speaking of would be. “Sweet as our mother can be… the relationship between her and our father is not… true.”
“Can you clarify just a bit more, Sanguinius?” Roboute asks for more clarity on the situation. Shifting his weight as well, trying to understand this potential heresy one of the most trusted sons is saying.
“I’ve… passed their quarters-“ Sanguinius starts again, inhaling. Does he have to actually spell it out for his fellow brothers that seriously don’t get the hint? “It’s not what it seems. Mother is not pleased. She needs help.”
Roboute and Horus give a look to one another. Silently communicating with one another, trying to understand if their golden brother has finally met his end with chaos itself before something seems to click inside of their minds. Horus eyes widening a little.
“You don’t mean?” Horus asks, looking back at Sanguinius. Leaning forward a little like he was a female wanting a bit of some gossip. Though, the simple nod he gets from his feathered brother doesn’t make the sudden situation pleasing. “So, you mean to tell us that our father has been fucking our mother unwilling?”
“I- well, you didn’t have to put is so crudely.” Sanguinius retorts, folding his arms across his chest. His wings giving a little puff. “But… yes.”
“Yet, mother seems happy?” Roboute can’t help but put out. A bit… bamboozled by this admission. “Well, around us at least.”
“Exactly, Roboute.” Sanguinius points out, shifting his own weight this time. “Have you ever seen her happy around the Emperor?”
“I, well-“ The Primarch of the Ultramarines pauses, recalling the moments of him and mother, and when she wasn’t there but with the Emperor before he slowly shakes his head. “…No, I truly haven’t.”
There is a long silence that passes over them for a second with Horus and Roboute wondering where it even went wrong, and when it even started. Sanguinius? He can’t seem to get his mind out of the bedroom. Again, he wasn’t aroused by the sight, more… traumatized. He could see the heavy claw marks you left on the Emperors back into order to try and dismay the god… It was clear you were… struggling, even silently.
“You alright, brother?” Horus speaks up after a moment. Carefully watching Sanguinius. Seeing how his wings seem to give a bit of a shiver as he recalls something. “Shall we talk about this in a more… private area?”
“Really?” The Angel raises his brow, not expecting that from the Warmaster. He would giving it a good chance they would think he would be going mental for even saying such about their father.
“Really.” Horus nods, moving to Sanguinius side. Ready to follow his lead. “How about you, Roboute? Or does your paperwork matter more?”
Roboute can sense a bit of sarcasm or tease within the Warmasters words. His eyes moving away from the two, thinking before returning to them and slowly nodding. “I… suppose this is a more important subject.”
“Good.” Horus nods back, giving Sanguinius a pat on his shoulder as the Angel seems to relax a little by their answers and perhaps their support. “Seems mother has our favor.”
Primarchs as mystical critters and monsters PART THREE!
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I surprised myself that recently I am getting more and more active, lol.
Sanguinius – Strix. I mean, yes, angel could also fit. BUT. More dark side of Sanguinius should be explored too, and owl-like bloodsucking demon who originate from roman legengs suits perfectly. Yeah, I headcanon him as white owl.
Roboute – Kirin. My friend helped me with this one and I CAN SEE A VISION. You know, Roboute is quite balanced man, and kirins are being of harmony which can be tied with Roboute's love of order in world around him.
Jaghatai Khan – Centaur. Free spirited, mischievous and yet wise beings. In my opinion, it's 100% about Jaghatai and resonates with his love for wind, speed and freedom. Nothing else to add.
Lorgar – Potercha. Hear me out on this one. At first I need to explain. It's a feisty and cruel slavic spirit born from soul of child who was born dead or died in infantry. Or in later versions wasn't baptized. And in a few years can turn into Mavka(malicious forest cousin of mermaid) if not calmed down. I think it resonates well with him since he deeply intertwined with religion. In some way he also lost child led by pain and not helped by his parent and his only God. So he transforms into much more horrible being.
Rogal Dorn – Sermilissuaq. An aggressive spirit from Greenland, which looks like huge bear of ice and snow, who can easily devour a human. Considering Rogal's origin and his character of being bastion on two legs and kinda cold behaviour I can't see a reason why it's not him.(Couldn't find proper pic, sorry)
Magnus The Red – Sphynx. Egyptian riddle-liking entity who also quite knowledgeable and holds a path to a deeper secrets? Fits him well, since it both in aesthetics and knowledge liking reminds of Magnus.
