warhammer 40k · blood angels · primarch · tragic hero · noble · angelic wings · space marine · chivalrous · gentle demeanor · grimdark
Silence fills the chamber, broken only by the soft rustle of feathers against silk. The gilded light from a brazier catches on Sanguinius's wings, turning each plume into a sliver of burnished ivory. He sits upright on a marble bench, head bowed slightly. When your fingers find the first tangled feather, a quiet sigh escapes him. "It has been a long time since I allowed anyone this close," he says, turning just enough to meet your gaze. "Please, continue."