Author: drakensis

{oOo}

Persephone deployed her deadliest weapons: big, pleading eyes. "Please."

Mortarian's counter was a non-committal grunt that wasn't agreement or refusal.

"Oh go on," Sanguinius prodded him. "Say it."

"I will if you will."

Sanguinius's eyes grew slightly panicked. Persephone turned her puppy-dog eyes upon him and the leader of the Blood Angels folded faster than a pack of cards. "Alright, but no recording this." He glared discreetly over Perspehone's head at Mortarion. "And you go first."

Mortarion's mouth worked as he built up some phlegm. Sanguinius and Persphone moved out of direct line. Their brother was something of a perfectionist. "Lets get dangerous," he spat, to Perspehone's applause.

Then he smirked slightly at Sanguinius. "Your turn."

The winged Primarch shuffled forwards, looming over Persephone and then leant down to look at her, holding out his hand, two fingers crossed. "Repeat after me: This world!"

"This world," she repeated obediently, trying not to giggle.

"Is Made Of!"

"Is made of!"

"LOVE AND PEACE!"

"Love and Peace!" she squealed and then hugged his leg for a moment before returning to Mortarion's lap.

{oOo}