After a Long Day

The doors closed, and Alexandros allowed himself the indulgence of a great sigh as he sank into his steward's seat, closing his emerald eyes. It was somewhat an odd sensation, he thought to himself as he part of his mind wandered. The ancient tradition of a mortal work day was both familiar and alien to a Primarch. They did not need sleep as the mortals did. Did not tire so easily. Had been created to handled some of the greatest challenges faced by Humanity, mostly in war.

Yet, for the first time in his life, Alexandros felt that same sense of relief and weariness he had sensed in so many mortals. It was refreshing to finally experience an aspect of existence long standing between him and the species he had long sworn to protect.

It was also terrifying.

A hand rested on his shoulder. Alexandros opened his eyes and stared up into the soulful eyes of his brother, Koschei. The taller brother wore a small but weary smile. "Tired, da?" He had slipped into his Zbruchian accent. It had always amused Alexandros. Every Primarch, with their hyper-intelligence and skill, could easily master any accent known throughout the Imperium or any language. If the situation called for it, Koschei could adopt a perfectly generic Low Gothic accent for the sake of diplomacy.

Alexandros suspected his younger brother used his Zbruchian accent as often as possible both as a sign of endearment and a sign of rebellion. The Imperium, for all of its power, would not separate Koschei from his roots or his ideals of justice.

"Just a little," Alexandros admitted.

"Is not easy job. But I have something that might help." A rare mischievous smile broke across the Zbruchian's face before he hefted a bottle and two glasses, all the giant sizes to be fit for a Primarch. "Time for celebrate."

Alexandros grinned as Koschei uncorked the bottle. "Celebrate?"

"Four years today we accept jobs here. Busy four years."

Alexandros accepted the glass before nodding. "Cheers." [[Category:A]]