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thecodexabides) wrote2025-01-01 01:22 pm
thecodexabides) wrote2025-01-01 01:22 pm
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Gadriel's busy praising the Emperor or something. He'll get back to you asap.
"One of my fallen brothers." Elion, the first to fall under the leadership taken from him and given to Titus. The first Titus refused to mourn. The first wedge between Gadriel and his lieutenant.
"Would Assan be gentle with him?" Listen, little Elion is going to be the most gentle-parented cat in this entire place and nobody better hurt him.
"Delightful. More heresy." Seriously, Nina, give his poor brain a break.
"Would Assan be gentle with him?" Listen, little Elion is going to be the most gentle-parented cat in this entire place and nobody better hurt him.
"Delightful. More heresy." Seriously, Nina, give his poor brain a break.
"It sounds like a strong name." She said with a nod.
"I think he would be." Assan was a rebellious little guy sometimes, but he had been playing nice with their hatchling so far.
Nina frowned. "Dragons are heresy, too?" A genuine question. "Their mother died. We couldn't just leave them there to fend for themselves."
"I think he would be." Assan was a rebellious little guy sometimes, but he had been playing nice with their hatchling so far.
Nina frowned. "Dragons are heresy, too?" A genuine question. "Their mother died. We couldn't just leave them there to fend for themselves."
"You would have liked him, Nina." Who knows. If one Space Marine nearly drove Nina nuts on a regular basis, maybe two would have been worse. Imagine two Gadriels.
"I would have to supervise." So, okay, play date is going to happen. Does he have to bring snacks? He's not sure how this works.
"Nina, everything that is not Terran in origin is suspect." And possibly heresy. But he's used to it by now. He's teasing. Mostly. "What killed their parent?" Does something need killing? He and Elion could take care of that.
"I would have to supervise." So, okay, play date is going to happen. Does he have to bring snacks? He's not sure how this works.
"Nina, everything that is not Terran in origin is suspect." And possibly heresy. But he's used to it by now. He's teasing. Mostly. "What killed their parent?" Does something need killing? He and Elion could take care of that.
She probably would have. For all Gadriel annoyed her, Nina knew it was because he was her brother. That's just what siblings did — and she could handle two of him, even if they'd definitely drive her crazy.
"We can all supervise." Always bring snacks.
She shrugged. "I don't know if it was natural causes or something else, but she was gone almost as soon as we got there. Davrin and I weren't going to just let them be born alone and scared."
Nina was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, by the way, for how I acted the other day. It has to be hard not having the support of your brothers here. But you — you have me, you know. And I have you. And I shouldn't forget that."
"We can all supervise." Always bring snacks.
She shrugged. "I don't know if it was natural causes or something else, but she was gone almost as soon as we got there. Davrin and I weren't going to just let them be born alone and scared."
Nina was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, by the way, for how I acted the other day. It has to be hard not having the support of your brothers here. But you — you have me, you know. And I have you. And I shouldn't forget that."
Hmm. The odds might be better for Gadriel to actually win an argument against Nina if he had one of his battle brothers with him.
That sounded...alarming. "And you just...carried these baby tyranids home?" STOP BEFRIENDING XENOS.
But that does raise a question. "Where did you find Elion?"
That sounded...alarming. "And you just...carried these baby tyranids home?" STOP BEFRIENDING XENOS.
But that does raise a question. "Where did you find Elion?"
HE CAN'T BE ANYONE'S DAD.
"Some of these strays can be dangerous, Nina. Just...be careful." Not little Elion here. Look at him, trying to swat at one of Gadriel's armor communion ports. Perfect little predator.
He scooped up Elion, trying to get the kitten to look him in the eye. "No more garbage for you. That is not balanced nutrition." He needs balanced nutrients, obviously. But that brought up..."what does he eat?" Yes he's super well responsible here. Best cat dad ever.
"Some of these strays can be dangerous, Nina. Just...be careful." Not little Elion here. Look at him, trying to swat at one of Gadriel's armor communion ports. Perfect little predator.
He scooped up Elion, trying to get the kitten to look him in the eye. "No more garbage for you. That is not balanced nutrition." He needs balanced nutrients, obviously. But that brought up..."what does he eat?" Yes he's super well responsible here. Best cat dad ever.
Not with that attitude.
"As careful as I always am." Read: not at all. Nina laughed. "I brought some chicken and fish for him." She motioned to the wrapped package she had pulled out earlier. "They're carnivores. Once he's a little older he'll probably hunt his own food if you're keeping him out here."
"As careful as I always am." Read: not at all. Nina laughed. "I brought some chicken and fish for him." She motioned to the wrapped package she had pulled out earlier. "They're carnivores. Once he's a little older he'll probably hunt his own food if you're keeping him out here."
"If you need me to come and kill your 'dragons' when they go feral, please let me know."
Listen, if your life turns into a trainwreck, he will show up to stab the hell out of that train. In another world, in another context, it would be romantic as all get out to have someone volunteer to come and slay your dragons. Very swoonie. But this is Gadriel and Nina is his sister.
He gave Elion a gentle wiggle. "We eat the same things! I will hunt for you until you can catch your own." Elion responded by swatting at Gadriel's nose.
Listen, if your life turns into a trainwreck, he will show up to stab the hell out of that train. In another world, in another context, it would be romantic as all get out to have someone volunteer to come and slay your dragons. Very swoonie. But this is Gadriel and Nina is his sister.
He gave Elion a gentle wiggle. "We eat the same things! I will hunt for you until you can catch your own." Elion responded by swatting at Gadriel's nose.
He was a little distracted with little Elion, who was flapping his little wings unable to take off but trying hard. "Do you want to fly? Here." He picked up Elion by the belly, to zoom him around.
Oh. Wait. He stopped, Elion flapping his wings impatiently. "Nina." His voice gets serious and almost, SHUT UP, emotional. "Thank you. For this. And everything." But mostly his little orange son
Oh. Wait. He stopped, Elion flapping his wings impatiently. "Nina." His voice gets serious and almost, SHUT UP, emotional. "Thank you. For this. And everything." But mostly his little orange son
( good morning! some weirdo left a gift at Gadriel's camp that is probably being batted around by Elion while left unattended. Thankfully, the round glass bottle was secure enough that the pale liquid inside would not leak out, the top corked and the neck wrapped with a purple ribbon. A note was... somewhere nearby. )
I often gift nectar made of golden apples to those that I enjoy spending time with. Unfortunately, there are no golden apples here, so these sweet yellow ones had to do. I hope the taste is not unpleasant.
May moonlight guide your steps.
- Melinoë
I often gift nectar made of golden apples to those that I enjoy spending time with. Unfortunately, there are no golden apples here, so these sweet yellow ones had to do. I hope the taste is not unpleasant.
May moonlight guide your steps.
- Melinoë
(She wouldn't know when he got back to camp so she wouldn't know how long he sat, holding the bottle in his hand (after liberating it from Elion who found the sloshy color irresistible) and reading the note till he had it memorized.
Fun fact, memorizing things doesn't mean you understand them.
This poor communication bird, because he's started and restarted it a dozen times. )
I owe you a
sunset.
We could share this
at that time
?
Fun fact, memorizing things doesn't mean you understand them.
This poor communication bird, because he's started and restarted it a dozen times. )
I owe you a
sunset.
We could share this
at that time
?
( Her response comes an hour or so later, because she was busy dicking around in the woods when her bird chirped with the message.)
Tonight?
Tonight?
[A swifter response, probably a little too swift to be cool. ]
Do you know Skyfall docks?
There is a small park used by a school.
It is empty by sunset.
Do you know Skyfall docks?
There is a small park used by a school.
It is empty by sunset.
By the time she arrived, Gadriel was waiting, with the bottle, and some food, and also Elion, who did not want to be left out of anything. Right now, Elion was napping in his helmet, lying on the grass, Gadriel rocking the helmet idly with one hand, looking down at the puddle of orange fur like it was the best thing in the world.
Melinoë arrived not long after he had with only a small bag looped over her shoulder, the sprigs of a few random herbs visible when she angled just right. Sorry, Gadriel, she was going to greet your cat first, kneeling down to observe the ball of orange fur and feathers as it rocked in its nest.
"Good evening." that was to you, Gad.
"Good evening." that was to you, Gad.
Edited 2025-04-05 01:02 (UTC)
Greeting Elion first was always acceptable. He would not have brought the tressym along if he didn't remember and care how much they had liked each other.
"Melinoë." He inclined his head, where he had cleared a spot for her to sit. If she did not mind sitting on the grass. "Thank you for coming." He was not good with small talk, or any talk, really, around her.
Of course he wasn't. His entire body was covered in scars, and she was a goddess.
"Melinoë." He inclined his head, where he had cleared a spot for her to sit. If she did not mind sitting on the grass. "Thank you for coming." He was not good with small talk, or any talk, really, around her.
Of course he wasn't. His entire body was covered in scars, and she was a goddess.
She didn't mind, and took the spot beside him, legs crossed and her bag of herbs and other gathered items set off to her other side.
"Rude to decline a friend's invitation." She replied. "Besides, you do owe me." And smiled.
"Rude to decline a friend's invitation." She replied. "Besides, you do owe me." And smiled.
Rudeness had never stopped anything. "We were occupied searching for the last shard." He still hadn't put the pieces together yet in his mind, what it all meant.
"Did you see a healer about your leg?" She seemed to be walking normally on it, at least.
"Did you see a healer about your leg?" She seemed to be walking normally on it, at least.
"It was a trying time." Melinoë had... thoughts. Most of which consisted of her just assuming gods were being gods and chaos was having a field day. It was always complicated interpersonal nonsense that drove wedges between them and put the entire world at risk.
She stuck her leg out, the bite mark gone. "Yes, it has healed nicely. I told you there was no cause for concern."
She stuck her leg out, the bite mark gone. "Yes, it has healed nicely. I told you there was no cause for concern."
In Gadriel's world the only reason gods existed was to give sentient beings a hard time. "There will be more to come."
These moments of relative peace were more than he had ever had, but still felt too rare somehow.
He leaned to examine the unmarked flesh. "You do not scar." Jealous? Yeah a little bit.
These moments of relative peace were more than he had ever had, but still felt too rare somehow.
He leaned to examine the unmarked flesh. "You do not scar." Jealous? Yeah a little bit.
"We will be ready." She always was.
She looked down. "The healer did a fine job. Besides, if I did scar, I fear my entire body would be marred for how frequently I am wounded." She flexed her ghostly arm, brows furrowed. "Some linger regardless."
She looked down. "The healer did a fine job. Besides, if I did scar, I fear my entire body would be marred for how frequently I am wounded." She flexed her ghostly arm, brows furrowed. "Some linger regardless."
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