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What? I didn’t do such thing.👀 I will gib you a Marine to smother.🫴

Please can you do a continuation of the aftermath of the Council of Nikea? I gotta know how the Thousand Sons will react to the state of their legion mother. Poor Thousand Son 😢

“I rather like how this one turned out too! I'm use the old aesthetic for this for now, and I’m still on hiatus, just getting this requests done.” - Ichor

Summary - “Magnus has put you in the forever box, and Ahriman finds the box much to the legions breaking image.”

“Ahzek Ahriman maybe out of character.” - Disclaimer

||Words: 2,698||TW// Forever Box, Angst. {Previously}

After the events of Nikea and returning to their homeworld: Prospero. The Thousand sons can't help but feel... uneasy. All of them have been practically judged, questioned by the few Primarch's, Custodies and whole legions there but nothing compared to be underneath the gaze of The Emperor himself. To feel judged by the God of Mankind despite all of the talk going to their father. They were all being judged and ridiculed for their fathers' indulgence into something he shouldn't have; by the Throne, perhaps you judged them too.

None of them could tell what you were thinking when the council has started. Even Ahzek Ahriman couldn't tell when he was the closest to you, and even if they wanted to know of your views upon them now? Use a bit of power? They can't. The Sister of Silence surrounded the whole area. An extra measure for them just in case they were chaos indulged or wanted to retaliate. Not they were stupid enough to, unlike some Space Wolves. They were smarter than that, and perhaps smarter that of their own Primarch.

Their Primarch, their father: Magus the Red. A red headed demi-god that couldn't even have an own liking for his legion. Instead taking to the unknown that he wants to question. To figure out more than his own legion. More than his own wife: Their Legion Mother that made time to be with them. Comforted them. Tried to learn their ways despite being unexperienced or completely unable to do the things they do for she was a baseline, and them? Space Marines. She tried while he continued to be plagued by the unknown, ignoring them when they need guidance, and they thank you for that. For being there when their father wasn't. Showing their gratitude to you even when you fail with a weird red hue on the surface of your buccals.

Yet, when they return home, they have not seen you. They, at first, thought you were simply trying to grasp the situation. Taking time to yourself to figure out your next step they may dread from you. Will you leave them just because their father couldn't be responsible? Are you judging them now? In the confines of your quarters? Backtalking them like a Space Wolf does? These thoughts cause a slight uproar within the legions ranks but as the days pass without no sighting of you once? Not even a sighting from Ahzek Ahriman himself who has been the closest to you besides their Primarch. This raises more questions than answers, and they find themselves seeking the unknown like their Primarch.

"Our Mother," One of the lower ranking legionnaires (an Acolytum) start. One that Ahriman himself was training for them to become a Librarian themselves. Though, that might have to wait now. "She has been gone for unreasonable weeks. I feel as if that is unlike her."

"Perhaps she has left us." Another speaks up through the unspoken silence of where their legion mother went. Their tone bland, resentful at what could be a possible truth.

"I wouldn't blame her." A higher rank shrugs his shoulders. The green of their visor glowing through the dark of the grand library where the legion mother always liked to stay, and back then? Get swooned by their Primarch. "She doesn't... fit with us. It would also be common that fear of potential chaos chased her away."

"Are you saying something, Neophyte?" Onuphrius hisses at his fellow brother. Not daring to aim for the higher rank. Glaring at him with what the baselines say, 'The heat of a thousand suns.' Which that amused them more when they read it in a book as they think it was 'sons' instead of 'suns' and preferer that way more. Makes them feel... better about themselves.

"Simply stating the obvious." The young marine leans back and raises up his hands in mock surrender. Testing the Acolytum patience and quick. "The Legion Mother is weak, unlike us. She is a weakness."

If you were going to start a fight. This was one of the ways to do it as Onuphrius clenches his jaw. Trying not to absolutely clock the cockiness of this Marine with the Chief present. Sure, he, himself was young too but he knows what's too far and what isn't.

"Face it, little Acolytum." He continues, taunting. Leaning forward, getting into his face. Both their breath mingling with heat. "She abandoned us. Only wanted to learn our ways to stab us in the back."

"Oh du Bastard-!"

"Enough."

The dull, impassive voice of the Chief Libarian cuts through both their squabbling. Snapping his book shut as it echos through the Library. A flick of dust being disturbed around their general area as Ahriman looks up to the both of them before rising in his seat. Standing tall and great before sighing out. Neophyte's.

"What? Am I wrong?" The Neophyte tries to continue again in the attention of Ahzek Ahriman. His expression neutral but his eyes show disappointment. "Baselines just want power-"

"I said enough, Neophyte." Ahriman scolds with a dark tone of warning. The grip on his book causing a ruffle in the hardback that would make a book lover cry themselves into a hole. His eyes turning to the higher ranking marine that has trained the Neophyte in silent judgement. "You will do well to know your place."

The high rank marine squirms slightly under his gaze. Shifting his weight side to side. Not wanting to be too submissive under his rank. Especially not in front of the Neophyte and Acolytum no less, but he makes no move to correct his Neophyte when Ahriman has already done so. Very clearly too.

“I-“ The Neophyte huffs looking between the two of them. Seemingly speechless before grumbling. Turning around and putting himself in time out way away from Onuphrius. Folding his arms and pouting to himself. He should have known he crossed the line but he was simply too fed up the whole legions was stuck over some… baseline. As far as he knows? She is just a serf but in royal clothing.

“…Do you know if she’s still around?” Onuphrius breaks that moment of tense silence. Looking up to his Chief Librarian. Knowing of the connection him and the Legion Mother shared. Continuing the talk of the missing Legion Mother.

Ahriman turns to look down at his Acolytum. Looking them over. His grip on the book lightening up while he tries to decipher them. Trying to see who there were in this moment of drama. He was still Onuphrius but he was sure Thoth popped out when he got angry. Something that finds rather fascinating of this marine. That he has a Dissociative Identity Disorder yet behaves really well and grows stronger, level-headed under his guidance.

“…Yes.” He nods absentmindedly. Realizing it to him a second to respond after observing his Acolytum. His thoughts now returning back to the matter at hand: The Legion Mother: you. His… confidant. A baseline that gives him a mix of feelings he has only read from books, and a wife he knows… You wouldn’t abandon them, could you? No, that wasn't your style. If you had something worried some you would come to him rather the Primarch, and sure. His Primarch is wedded to you, but he wasn't doing a good job at it. He can tell with the hurt, distant look in your eyes. How he seems to push you away in the favor of his studies that would sooner and later get them all in trouble. He can tell that you were favoring the company of others: like him instead. That you liked to spend more of your time around others that pay attention to you, and what's a better way than befriending the legion that feels the same way? A legion that almost feels neglected by their own Primarch?

“She is still around.” This was true. His words were true. He can feel it, and he doesn’t doubt himself not to. He doesn’t doubt you. He thinks he never could. He can sense the familiarity of you around. As if you’re still here. It’s a far feeling but yet so close too. It was… weird to him. What exactly was he feeling? Worry? Dread? Some type of abandonment?

"How could you possibly know that?" The Neophyte scoffs in his corner. Still huffing about. Looking away while Ahriman simply ignores him. Paying him no mind to his words when he turns his attention back to Onuphrius.

"You speak truly, Ahriman?"

"I do." He nods again, surer of himself this time. Not wanting to disappoint the younger marine that seems to favor the legion mother as well. Watching as their body language becomes less tense. Almost as if calmed at his words. Perhaps even hopeful of Ahriman to be telling the truth. His little Acolytum had faith in him, and it endeared him more than he would admit.

“Then… perhaps you can find her?” Onuphrius suggests, but the under tone of Thoth butting through demands. Something that Ahriman takes note of for future training. Being too overly emotional can ruin his progress, performance and perhaps power. Depending how it’s dealt with.

“Yes, perhaps it is time that I do so.”

However, he wasn’t expecting to be searching for you on his own planet he roams for weeks. Searching every nook, cranny and turned stone for any lead. Looking in the secret places that only the Thousands Sons know of but comes up with nothing. Playing hot and cold here and there too before the warmth of your soul suddenly vanishes, and that… scared him a couple of times. It felt like you had actually gone a couple of times that he doubted himself for a good few seconds before you... pop up again. Again, it was strange. Perhaps thrilling to him. Yet, not in the good way, but he has started to see a pattern with these "sightings" of you. Despite you hiding from him. Or maybe you were hiding from the Primarch?

He, eventually, had to divide his time between looking for you and training his Acolytum. Sometimes even taking a temporary lead of the legion when the Primarch wasn’t making his time for them. Too endorsed in what he’s been judged for. He was cut down in time in order to find you, and only then. When he doesn't expect it. Does he find you. It honestly startled; shocked him.

He was only to pick up a book from the shared quarters of your and the Primarchs. To pick it up and leave but the old evidence of you in the quarters stopped him: The red-sheeted bed was never touched since the council, meaning you have never even slept in here since then. Your... "travel bag" is what you called it was still harboring your items, clothing and was simply tossed at the end of the Primarch-sized bed. Yet, he doesn't smell you anywhere. It's like you were never here, and these two facts puzzle him. Your stuff was here but you, yourself weren't? What logic here was this breaking? His mind perhaps?

Ahriman moves to pick up the book on your nightstand originally, but then his hand moves on its own and brushes against an item of yours and lifts it up to his nose, sniffing it. He feels a bit of embarrassment and hesitation doing so as you're wedded to the Primarch but also a spike of what feels like dread going through him when even your own items don't even smell like you anymore. All they smelt like was dust a little bit of mildew that reminded him of a Death Guard...

You wouldn't trade them for that legion... would you?

"No." He mumbles, shaking his head. Placing the item back down precisely where he had found it. Turning his attention back to the task at hand. Swiping the book and planning to stalk right out of the room before something makes him pause. A shiny glint of something he never saw before within the quarteres, and even if it was a "normal" decoration before. It still gave a vibe and shine to it that it didn't belong, and Ahriman knows of this tickery. He isn't a fool he knows what belongs and what doesn't. Especially in the library itself.

Again, he moves for an object. His eyes locked onto this... tiny water globe? Those ones that if you shake it. Those fake particles would swirl around before resting again, but something feels... off about it. It was too... bright. Too out there to not notice and he doesn't dare to touch it. He knows the rules of unidentified objects and artifacts.

He looks over the miniature details of this globe and it looks like and exact replica of yours' and the Primarchs quarters. The same color of sheets. The same wall and floor details and little harmless artifacts still in that same place, but what was different? There was no "travel bag" of yours, and this little globe harbored a little... you inside of it. Simply resting upon the bed. Relaxed, breathing up and down slowly.

Wait.

His eyes scan the globe over and over again, trying to make sense of what he's seeing before it finally clicks. You were in a state of Eternal Sleep. You were in a globe. A different realm one would say, but this was... this was something he didn't expect. He had found you, yes, but at what cost? The anger of his Primarch? That's assuming his Primach put you in such a place. The hate or perhaps the relief of the legion? To him?

The Chief Libarian feels incredibly... mixed. He feels hate for his Primarch for even thinking of putting you in such a state that he also feels as if you shouldn't even be in there. He feels... improved that you didn't abandon them or go to some other legion. He's conflicted about this whole thing he has simply discovered in the quarters of the Primarch.

How could his Primarch do this to you? Take you away from them? Take you away from him? His hand lifts to not touch the glass of your confinement, but to caress it an air particle away. The power that's holding you there barely grazing against his skin. He misses you. They all do. You made them feel worthy to be a Thousand Son. To not be a disappointment out of all the legions. You make them feel needed. How could his Primarch do this to you?

"We should let her preserve." A High-ranking Thousand Son speaks up after a few days after Ahriman had found out where you were this whole time and has gathered a small, restrictive meeting for this issue. Hoping they are going to be reasonable...

"And why is that?" Another High-ranking Legionnaire questions. turning his gaze to him. "Our Primarch does not care for us, but she has."

"True." They nod. "But what of her fragility? She cannot live like us. Not only that, but because of our Primarchs actions... Perhaps it is wise to leave her until she is needed?"

This fact gets a few hums and even a nod from Ahriman for the fellow Marines logic. It would be wise to leave her be but that could mean sacrificing their mentality for their unrequited Primarch. It would mean to keep her eternal, and perhaps... that's what their Primarch wanted too? Eternal love? No, love isn't encasing someone in globe or anything of the sort. That wasn't right, but he also didn't want to see the death of his Legion Mother.

Ahriman sighs as more argument's are thrown out. His head shaking in disapproval. He wishes to see you alive and well once more. Walking about and being brave enough to try and hype the Legion up but he also doesn't want to see you fall, just like his Primarch, and well... Perhaps he can make something happen. Perhaps he can find a way to get you out of your Eternal Sleep? Perhaps... Perhaps he can be a better partner?

Certainly, his damed Primarch isn't being one.

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