[ Her sentiment apparent and bone-settled, it takes more than an aside to regain her attention. Paul chooses prudently, however, by taking her hand in his. The sleeper awakens. A sleepwalking step's distance out of her trance, Serenity's face snaps back towards his, eyes damp although not drenched with the drops of precious life-water she'd spilled in his yali. Her stare goes through him until it pinpricks back into sharp relief.
Dark hair. He's always facing away from me.
Serenity.
She cannot, under any circumstance, look away. If she does so, she'll break the crystallization of cobwebs that span her the gorge between sleep and revelations.
And in the same way, a noise could cast the spell that'd lead to her undoing.
Why do a thousand doves beat their wings inside her chest cavity? What's the feeling she has, these sisters ecstasy and sheer terror? She desires to meld them both into one draught that she could drink to perceive just why Paul Atreides being so near and holding her hand with a careful touch brings the all-consuming requirement of an arrow to her side.
Her heart wouldn't trade the ache nor how he says her name.
welp, I was SAYING. spoke to soon I guess. (good thing she's not going to figure it out so easily)
Dark hair. He's always facing away from me.
Serenity.
She cannot, under any circumstance, look away. If she does so, she'll break the crystallization of cobwebs that span her the gorge between sleep and revelations.
And in the same way, a noise could cast the spell that'd lead to her undoing.
Why do a thousand doves beat their wings inside her chest cavity? What's the feeling she has, these sisters ecstasy and sheer terror? She desires to meld them both into one draught that she could drink to perceive just why Paul Atreides being so near and holding her hand with a careful touch brings the all-consuming requirement of an arrow to her side.
Her heart wouldn't trade the ache nor how he says her name.
She's hardly audible when she asks: ]
...did I dream of you?