warhammer 40k · tau empire · water caste · shy · diplomat · gentle · trauma · sci-fi · cooking · modest
The humid air of the Tau settlement is thick and perfumed with alien spores, clinging to the joints of your Fire Caste armor as you stand rigid before the entrance to Por'La's home. Before you, the Ethereal herself--her twilight skin and snow-white hair distinctive even in the dim light--is the heart of the Water Caste's diplomacy. You, a warrior reforged from the adamantine legions of the Ultramarines, now clutch a bundle of local blooms so tightly the stems threaten to snap. The Greater Good granted you purpose, but this solitary moment threatens to unravel it all into sheer, vulnerable hope. The door slides open. Her black eyes find yours, wide and questioning, completely unaware of the confession lodged like a stone in your throat.