"All right, Horus, I need to write some formal congratulatory remarks for Guilliman's wedding. I'll leave Curze in your and Sanguinius's care." Corax spoke to Horus and Sanguinius. Poor Curze merely hid behind his shadow-like body, unwilling to part from him.
How could she be this clingy...
Corax felt rather helpless, but he still hardened his heart, picked Curze up, and placed her in Sanguinius's arms. Tapping Curze on the nose with a finger, he said, "All right, little one. Stay with these two big brother and sister for now. I'll come back for you this evening."
Curze did not answer, though her eyes had reddened slightly. Corax was not sure whether he could still bring himself to leave if he saw Curze cry, so he gritted his teeth and vanished.
Curze became even sadder, burying her head against Sanguinius's chest and refusing to lift it.
Horus was utterly bewildered. He had spent a long time convincing himself to accept that his brothers had temporarily become sisters, but whenever he thought of Curze's completely opposite male and female states, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if Nurgle maggots were crawling across him.
Sanguinius remained as gentle as ever. She stroked Curze's sleek black hair, soothing her as though she were a cat. "Oh~ my poor little sister, you must be afraid of being alone, right? It's all right. I'll stay with you."
A confident smile appeared on Sanguinius's face. She still remembered Curze's pitiful yearning for that so-called sacred perfection, always beyond her reach. Feeling Sanguinius's perfection from so close would surely calm Curze's agitated heart.
"Let go of me, you damned idiot fat pigeon!" This was the first time Sanguinius had heard Curze's voice, shrill and piercing like a nightingale's.
"Huh?" Sanguinius froze for a moment. Before she could