He will die as he lived.
A coward, unable and unwilling to even fight someone his own size.
She will die as she lived.
Tired of bullshit from cowards pretending to be worth her time.
The cigarrette trailed a lazy line of smoke, as it was plucked from her lips. Held between the same fingers that grasped her mug, her other hand held her weight as she leaned against the table.
𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘹 , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶
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𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 . 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 .
Her flat stare back at him wasn't even a hateful one. Just a tired look given to those who either didn't get it, or had never really been in the
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Hands grabbed the armoured gauntlet, as the air from her body was stolen. The coffee mug had been dropped, forgotten like the prop it truly was. She tried to breathe, and a gasp found little air.
She didn't bother kicking, it would only hurt her legs.
The brunette had
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Some little girl in the lower hive levels gave her a pair of heart shaped glasses.
She's thinkin' bout puttin' em on in front of that Nightlord, just to be Shitlord to him.
Chewing on a pen, and staring at an old-fashioned pin board. Hololiths work great, but to understand how things really work you need string and a map.
As soon as the main fleet translated into real space, a prioris long-range vox communicae was cast over the local systems. The Astartes, the ship crews, and even Dorn himself was greeted by the brunette. Her voice held no mirth, and no urgency, it instead flatly
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