[ Paul watches her in complete silence once she stares at him. The gaze doesn't rouse anger or suspicion unlike being stared at by his mother or the Supreme Reverend Mother. He wonders if she truly sees him at all... or if she sees the man he could become.
The name that is a killing word. So many lives gone. A holy war in my name spreading across the galaxy like unquenchable fire. Jihad.
His fingers gently squeezes her hand. Sand slips between their fingers as the motion causes it to shift. Time. Possibilities all running out. A quiet time between the storms that she can't begin to see or know. It's better that way. She shouldn't know.
If she dreamed of me... why haven't I seen her in my dreams?
He inches closer to keep his voice low. ] I'd hope your dreams aren't of me. They'd never be good dreams.
:') just wait till he flips it and does the moon reference as the kw, maybe more love or turning sou
The name that is a killing word. So many lives gone. A holy war in my name spreading across the galaxy like unquenchable fire. Jihad.
His fingers gently squeezes her hand. Sand slips between their fingers as the motion causes it to shift. Time. Possibilities all running out. A quiet time between the storms that she can't begin to see or know. It's better that way. She shouldn't know.
If she dreamed of me... why haven't I seen her in my dreams?
He inches closer to keep his voice low. ] I'd hope your dreams aren't of me. They'd never be good dreams.
[ Only horror. ]