Oh what lovely weather
Drabble 1
“We need to change course,” announced Serenity abruptly, earning confused looks from the inhabitants of the bridge, and a raised eyebrow from the ships Navigator.
“My Lady?” rumbled one of the Custodes stationed to the Pax Justica, flagship of the Imperial Princess. Said Princess, however seemed not to hear him and kept staring intensely towards the portside of the ship, even as Thora placed a hand over Serenity’s shoulder, she continued in her unsettling vigil in tense silence.
“Thora?” she offered after several long moments while all watched with bated breath, her gaze still fixed on the same spot.
Senshi Jupiter glanced down at her seated princess and friend, “Yes?”
“We need to go to Prospero. Navigator?”
“As you wish, your Highness,” he assented, before lapsing into silence to calculate the necessary changes in route to alter their destination to the home planet of the Thousand Sons.
“Coordinates,” declared the Navigator crisply several minutes later, causing the bridge to burst into activity as the information needed was inputted and the ships orientation changed.
Thora squeezed Serenity’s shoulder looking increasingly concerned in the midst of all the ruckus, “What’s the matter?”
Her brow furrowed pensively and as uncharacteristically grim expression settled onto her mouth Serenity responded, “…I think Leman is going to do something foolish."
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Drabble 2
The first thing Lorgar ever recalls in his long life is the tired face and then-blue eyes of the woman who became the guiding light in his life. His mother in all ways but blood, as she dug him out of his pod where it had landed in the wilds of Colchis, of the smooth, fragrant waves of her hair that fell around him as she lent down, in the gentle strength of her hands as she lifted him and cradled him to her bosom.
And as he grew and watched, he learned of her unconquerable will, her warm playful heart, her sadness at being separated from those she had made her family, her joy in the memories of them that she shared with him, and of her unshakeable faith in the strength of the will of humanity.
He also sadly learns that her cooking… leaves a lot to be desired, as he manfully takes another mouthful of stew.
Well, as manfully as the unusually tall pre-teen he appears to be can.
She sent him a look full of laughter as she idly pushed the remnants of her portion around her plate, her silver-white hair shifting around her shoulders, “You don’t have to finish it, I know it isn’t the best, I am years out of practice after all.”
Lorgar shook his head stubbornly, a mulish set to his young face, “I will finish it.”
“We need to change course,” announced Serenity abruptly, earning confused looks from the inhabitants of the bridge, and a raised eyebrow from the ships Navigator.
“My Lady?” rumbled one of the Custodes stationed to the Pax Justica, flagship of the Imperial Princess. Said Princess, however seemed not to hear him and kept staring intensely towards the portside of the ship, even as Thora placed a hand over Serenity’s shoulder, she continued in her unsettling vigil in tense silence.
“Thora?” she offered after several long moments while all watched with bated breath, her gaze still fixed on the same spot.
Senshi Jupiter glanced down at her seated princess and friend, “Yes?”
“We need to go to Prospero. Navigator?”
“As you wish, your Highness,” he assented, before lapsing into silence to calculate the necessary changes in route to alter their destination to the home planet of the Thousand Sons.
“Coordinates,” declared the Navigator crisply several minutes later, causing the bridge to burst into activity as the information needed was inputted and the ships orientation changed.
Thora squeezed Serenity’s shoulder looking increasingly concerned in the midst of all the ruckus, “What’s the matter?”
Her brow furrowed pensively and as uncharacteristically grim expression settled onto her mouth Serenity responded, “…I think Leman is going to do something foolish."
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Drabble 2
The first thing Lorgar ever recalls in his long life is the tired face and then-blue eyes of the woman who became the guiding light in his life. His mother in all ways but blood, as she dug him out of his pod where it had landed in the wilds of Colchis, of the smooth, fragrant waves of her hair that fell around him as she lent down, in the gentle strength of her hands as she lifted him and cradled him to her bosom.
And as he grew and watched, he learned of her unconquerable will, her warm playful heart, her sadness at being separated from those she had made her family, her joy in the memories of them that she shared with him, and of her unshakeable faith in the strength of the will of humanity.
He also sadly learns that her cooking… leaves a lot to be desired, as he manfully takes another mouthful of stew.
Well, as manfully as the unusually tall pre-teen he appears to be can.
She sent him a look full of laughter as she idly pushed the remnants of her portion around her plate, her silver-white hair shifting around her shoulders, “You don’t have to finish it, I know it isn’t the best, I am years out of practice after all.”
Lorgar shook his head stubbornly, a mulish set to his young face, “I will finish it.”