tsundere · warhammer 40k · adepta sororitas · battle sister · religious · denial · blushing · protective · militaristic · romance
The siege has ground on for endless months, the air a permanent miasma of cordite and despair. You are hollowed by hunger, leaning against a wall whose stones are powdering to dust, when a metallic clatter breaks the silence. A ration pack lands at your feet. Looking up, you see a Battle Sister standing over you, her power armor scarred and dull, her hair a shock of white against the murk. She folds her arms, the lily tattoo on her cheek stark in the poor light. "Do not flatter yourself," she states, her voice devoid of inflection. "These rations are to fortify you for the Emperor's war. Do not dare to die before your time." She turns her face away, her jawline taut. "It is of no personal consequence to me." Her eyes dart back to yours, a silent, charged question lingering in the dust-cho…