Hey there!
I'm Gang Sisters of Battle, or GSOB for short! I'm a huge Sororitas fan, meme maker and creator of Aevum, an unoffical Warhammer story.
Aevum is the story of Saint Solana and the Abbess of Despair. You can find all the art for it below! I hope you all enjoy it! π
The Reiver would smile softly at her words before he pulled his hand away only to hold her by the waist and bring her closer.
"I promise... If anything happens, I'll make my way back to you."
He said as he leaned in and gently pressed a kiss onto her forehead.
His words warmed her, his gaze made her heart swell. There was a warmth within him not seen in many Astartes. As his palm laid upon her cheek, she would instinctually lean into his touch. Eyes closed, and her brows furrowed in worry.
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He saw how her small hands held his own. He looked up into her eyes for that moment and smiled softly.
"See? You are wise... Sometimes even wiser than a Veteran Astartes."
He said with a small smile before he moved one hand to gently cup her cheek.
How well she knew what he had gone through. How many people she had given mercy to due to cold or sickness, even grave injury.
The woman stood and walked close to him. Gently her hands took both of his. They seemed so small, yet calloused and rough due to her work.
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"We were pressed for time, so we gave him the Allfather's mercy and brought the body back with us... Captain Korvin told me I did the right thing... It doesn't feel like it."
He said as he looked back at her.
"We tried making him snap out of it, but by the time we took off his helmet, it was too late. His once blonde hair was now black as our armor... His eyes blacked over.."
He said softly before he glanced back at his cybernetic arm. The one he used to plunge the knife in.
"I see. ."
Selene thought for a moment. There was many things she had heard from other Astartes, some things she could never speak of outside of her hall. Some she could never speak of at all. This was the first she had heard of a flaw within a gene seed.
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He then turned to look at Selene, his expression now a bit more down and filled with worry.
"He succumbed to our father's gene flaw... The Sable Brand."
He looked up at the evening sky and sighed softly.
"We were doing an artifact retrieval mission... Me, Ajaz, Reszaan, and our new Lieutenant.. when we had the artifact in hand, our Lieutenant froze and started talking about hearing the whispers of the dead."
There was silence for a moment. Selene moved herself to a rock close by his and sat herself down.
"Advice for a warrior would usually be to use your troubles as fuel for your next battle. However I see this deeply troubles you."
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"Even if you are not Astartes like me, I ask now for your advice, Selene. Besides, you seem to be the wiser woman on Frostheim in general."
He jested slightly with a small chuckle as he turned to look into her eyes, waiting for her answer.
Halfdan hummed as he glanced over his shoulder at Selene, giving a small smile.
"I'm just thinking... I know I shouldn't spend much thought on missions. But the last one bothered me."
He said before he looked at his cybernetic arm and slowly moved it around for a moment.
After not seeing Halfdan in the hall for a while, Selene had grown curious. Nearly at all times he was either with her or with his brothers if they were in the hall. Well, all but he was inside.
Curious, and the weather was well enough, she put on her furs and went out.
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Frostheim, Fenris System, M41
It was bitterly cold for anyone who was not a native of this world. Halfdan was sitting on a large boulder that was outside Selene's mead hall. He was enjoying a quiet night and listening to the wind howl outside the city walls. He missed this cold.