Distance
The universe is an unfair and uncaring place. The Lion had learned this lesson over and over and by now the words are part of him as much the memory of the assassination attempt over Sarosh. The universe does not care for one's comfort and can take away all in a blink of an eye.
He knows this and yet cannot help but chafe at the unfairness of it all, when he sees Horus talk to the Emperor. Is he not the Emperor's son too? Is he not the First? Yet, it's Horus who is the Emperor's beloved child.
He watched from the side, as the Emperor places his hand on Horus' shoulder and smiles at him paternal pride clearly visible in his look. Horus smiles back, every inch the perfect son.
"That is a very good strategy Horus," the Emperor speaks warmly. "It will allow us to take the planet with minimal losses and will have a large part of the populace rallying under our banner."
Horus' smile grows wider and brighter at the praise, as he turns to face his father completely. He opens his mouth, ready to say something and then their eyes meet. For a moment, Horus is looking at him from the corner of his eye, then he faces his father again and speaks, "I wouldn't have come up with it without the Lion."
He offers Jonson a smile and the Lion hesitates. For a moment, he wants to reach out and let Horus be his brother. For a moment, he sees a chance not to be alone again… and then he remembers why he needs to keep the distance. Oh, Horus is friendly enough now, when the Emperor has praised him. Now, he can share the glory and appear modest—but will it stay the same if Jonson proves the better?
"I didn't contribute all that much," he says, voice distant. He bows to the Emperor, "I shall prepare for the campaign, Father."
He leaves; not meeting Horus hurt look or the tired eyes of his father.
AN: Sorry for not updating so long. Work and Ripples is taking up most of my time.