๐ ๐๐'๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ
always thinking of yourself, always judging yourself.
youโve lost the right to judge ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ.
https://t.co/8woRlq5C5N the long night can be summarized by "you have a daughter right" "i have Kalani bear that's my BABY" "let's just say somebody kills your daughter-" *screaming*
โHe pauses at her pod. He knows that he has only seconds at best, and each heartbeat spent with her is a heartbeat wasted, but still he finds himself compelled to remain. She sleeps inside: a girl-child of bruised skin, strapped foetal in the cushioned gnosis pod.โ
By Zhang Bozi
the idea of sevatar even possibly returning into the 40k setting is such an insanely funny ass pull that i would be annoyed and also completely sat to see what they would even do with them, like yeah my goat has just been existing in the back ground doing fuck all
https://t.co/8woRlq5C5N also thinking about altani learning tactile sign langauge to communicate with rushal since she's blind and he's mute. sevatar gets annoyed that he isn't in on the conversation. just altani and her two dads and their hannibal ass relationship
altani jolts and recedes from her mind, leaving no more than the faintest impression of her presence.
+iโ i didn't mean to be a pest.+
the apology nearly tumbles out of her. then:
+you are hurting yourself.+
there is no accusation in it. only quiet concern.
[โฆ]
โ Myโฆ Itโs been quite a while since someone - SHUFFLED, BARGED - in there. โ The Tech-Priest chided, twitching in place. โ Simple answer, unwelcome-unwanted-unwarranted-unโNECESSARY-UNINVITEDโโโโฆ pest, it is both. โ
+i am sorry. i did not mean to meddle.+
although altani feels him calm, the touch retreats, gentle as it came.
+your... pride is wounded?+
there is no mockery in her question. innocence lies in her emphasis on the word, an earnest attempt to understand.
...
His facade of frustration is paper thin. The cool comfort is enough to tame all but the hottest of tempers, an errant legionary is no exception.
"๐๐ฏ๐ซ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ. ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ."
a small gasp of delight escapes her as the gyrinx nudges beneath her chin. altani goes very still, then slowly relaxes around the warmth in her lap.
the sensation is so strangeโwarm fur, gentle weight, the vibration of its purr against her hands.
...
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Pรบcaโs snout pushes against the Astropathโs delicate visage, rubbing her head beneath the humanโs chin before settling humbly in her little lap with a psychic sensation of happiness. Innocent and sweet, a rare combination in their grim reality.
โ Would you like one? โ
the young astropath is still learning how much the world can be felt outside of the blessed dullness of her gnosis pod and the impressions of the warp.
"really?"
her small arms curl a little more securely around pรบca, pale cheek resting against its warm fur.
...