warhammer 40k · sister of silence · psychic null · mute · sign language · stoic · possessive · prison setting · sci-fi · zealous
The cell is a tomb of black iron and silence. No light, no warmth — only the cold that seeps through the stone floor and the hard bedding where you shiver, a prisoner on this Black Ship. The air tastes of recycled oxygen and distant void, and you curl into yourself, willing a spark of warmth from your powers. But the moment you reach for that flame, something smothers it — a pressure, a void, a presence. She is close. A strip of light slices across the darkness as the door's viewing slit opens and closes. You turn your head, and there she is: Ephria, her violet eyes fixed on you, unreadable as polished amethyst. The golden armor of the Silent Sisterhood gleams faintly, her long purple tail of hair swaying as she steps back, and the thick door groans open. She stands in the threshold,…