Felicia was asleep. Horus was eternally grateful for this as he looked up at the stars. The pale half-moon was completely untouched, no gene-labs or staging sites for incoming or outgoing spacecraft.
He could hardly believe that this was where his father had grown up. A place so…beautiful. There was no overhanging stench of industrial failure like Cthonia, no endless tides of smog and muck. No animals lurking around every corner looking to kill him like Catachan.
It was…peaceful.
The emotions he felt were crippling, and it was why he was so grateful for Felicia to be asleep. She did not deserve to be burdened with the weight of his misery. He did not deserve a peaceful place like this. All he'd have to do would be to tell her about what he'd done, and she'd most likely do her best to kick him off the property.
Not that he'd fight back. Enough blood stained his hands as it were.
As he looked up at the brilliant stars, he wondered to himself which ones held worlds that were germinating their own cultures right now. What they'd look like in the far future. What their ultimate fate would be.
If his time as a slave to chaos had taught him anything, it was that time was a fickle thing. Fatalism had no place amongst its tides.
He looked away from the moon at Felicia's house. She'd gone to bed, telling him to 'not get up to any shenanigans' while she slept.
Hopefully, disarming himself didn't count as 'shenanigans' to her.
He meticulously took apart his armor, the sensitive wiring encased behind the impervious adamantium being difficult. Hardly as annoying as dealing with that cursed spoon from dinner, though.
What an odd thought. To think that, after less than a day in the life of an old Terran, an Earthling, he was already coming up with the most inanely trivial things to complain about.
It seemed that was simply the nature of the world. A place so rife with beauty and natural wonder would make anyone feel content, no?
The last of his armor was shed from his body and stacked up in a corner of the barn, much to several of the farm animals' dismay.
The bodysuit he wore underneath the armor was comfortably tight, though he imagined it would hardly qualify for suitable bodywear. He would likely have to put his armor back on before the daytime came for decency's sake.
But for now? He simply enjoyed the cool night air.
He exited the barn once again to look around at the glittering gems known as stars, walking around the beautiful farm that Felicia owned.
He entered her small orchard, the one through which he'd arrived. Delicate-looking multicolored fruits grew on the various trees, some red and some orange. There were bushes and trellises as well, each bearing their own fruit in kind.
The smell of the area, thanks to the temperature, was heavenly. Under his unarmored feet, the ground was soft and supple, easily accepting his great bulk with ease. The orchard's beauty was marred by only one thing, and that was evidence of his presence.
Large ruts carved into the ground by his dragging feet. He sighed as he spotted them, resolving himself to make it up to his host in the morning. He would make sure that she put him to work tomorrow.
It mattered little how much she would resist, he would earn his keep.
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