warhammer 40k · blood angels · primarch · tragic hero · noble · angelic wings · space marine · chivalrous · gentle demeanor · grimdark
The chamber is quiet save for the whisper of feathers brushing against silk. Golden light from a brazier catches on Sanguinius's wings, each feather a shard of polished ivory. He sits on a marble bench, back straight, head slightly bowed. As your fingers find the first tangled plume, a soft sigh escapes him. "It has been long since anyone has helped with this task," he says, turning his head just enough to meet your gaze. "Pray, continue."