[ 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.
She's hardly audible when she asks: ]
...did I dream of you?
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:') just wait till he flips it and does the moon reference as the kw, maybe more love or turning sou
[ 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.
[ Only horror. ]
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just have to wait and see, but it'll be devastating in the best way.
[ Alongside an urging shake of her head, her fingers curl against his hand so that pulling it towards her is no arduous task. That, and what springs from her attempt to secure the granules of sand into an ersatz hourglass made from thumbs and wrists. Valiant. Valiant, but a fruitless task. The desert already claims her bare legs where they rest. She'd laugh at the tickle of its cosset if she weren't otherwise distracted.
He looks like Arakkis, too.
This closeness. The rise and fall of his voice, desert nighttime. Why does she crave it?
The same reason, she suppose, that she defends him against his own onslaught. ]
No, never nightmares. Those visions [ His term supplants hers. ] only leave... [ Mmmm. The exact description escapes her, which drives her to: ] regrets that I could never, ever reach the boy.
[ Reach you?
Halfheartedly, she traces with her eyes the last corona of sunlight that hugs his outline. This star adores him.
Her opposite arm pivots so that she can envelope his grasp with both hands. ]
Back on the moon, we'd regard this sort of light as holy. [ A smile eases into her lips in an earnest that'd felt foreign moments ago. ] We'd also make decrees in its glow. [ A cant of her head. Her forehead could bump some part of him. ] Vows.
[ Hands are raised together. He feels the sand pour from them like the ancient hour glasses. Her other hand covers his as well. Paul stills entirely. Every muscle in his body silences. Any subtle movement may disturb the sensation she has found herself swept up by.
Paul wouldn't be certain Arrakis--if a planet had the same capabilities of a human--would adore him. Not with what he is capable of becoming. ]
What vows? [ His question is soft as to not disrupt her in the trance, vision, whatever has grasped her mind.
It isn't the spice.
The light reflecting off the moons must have somehow caused the phenomenon to sweep her away. His gaze only breaks away for the briefest of moments to note how close she has become.
Her dreams would turn to nightmares the more she is exposed to him. Hopefully he is not the one she has seen. He would hope a kinder fate for her than the man he has seen himself potentially become. The man the universe seems to hold its breath for in wait he awakes. ]
Oh, many kinds. [ If she plays the role of prophetess, of oracle, the fervor that overtakes her isn't of roaring flames; she radiates the same sort of welcoming magnetism a man long from home would find upon entering the room that houses his hearth.
Of course, there exists the other, wilder option: she's under no trance. The moon's not tapped into spellwork. She alone skims the wavelength of universal harmonics, though she'd never use that phrase. She's not a vessel.
She Is.
A squeeze of his hands. ]
Oh, all manners of vows. Promises to see each other after long journeys, romantic confessions, secrets from one person to another. [ Has she made any of these?
In what would be a surprise to many who've met her, she doesn't volunteer. Instead: ]
And I do want to make a decree. [ Her hair flanks either side of them now, her knees creating new gouges in the sand's surface as she eases up on them to be at a better vantage point. ] We're the last. Both of us, so...
[ Up goes their grasped hands, if he doesn't fight. ]
No matter what happens, we should try and strengthen the friendship between our houses.
[ She's not asking the Duke nor Muad'dib. She seeks out Paul, with no expectations of politics or favors or protection. ]
[ A single eyebrows raises at the vagueness of her statement at first. She clarifies, of course, but he still manages to find himself mildly surprised that she makes such a simple vow. A reaffirmation of a contract her mother seemed to take quite seriously. One he is not certain his father held the same weight to--or perhaps the Duke Leto simply wished to spare the young woman in front of him the politics of the trap House Atreides found themselves weaved into. ]
You will need to learn the courts and systems of the Imperium for that strong of a vow. [ A pause. ] My mother is pregnant with my sister. I wouldn't say I'm the last Atreides.
[ Simply because he wishes her to be truly informed before she makes such a lofty vow. Especially in a manner that seems sacred to her own people. Paul can see the Bene Gesserits have not manipulated or planted their seeds in her culture and people. That doesn't mean that he can't see the patterns of deep faith that humanity has in any form.
Patterns in humanity. History. It is what led to the Butlatian Jihad ten thousand years ago.
No resistence is found in how she guides their hands.
Does a difference exist between Paul Atreides, the Duke of the House, and Maud'dib? ]
What would be your suggestion to begin strengthening the tie between our houses?
look, okay, i realize that 'starseed' sounds sketch as hell in this context but it's a canon term :|
[ She would argue in earnest that there's a stark difference. Anyone with eyes could tell! That is to say, she's still a distance away from reconciling that not everyone interprets people in the way she does. Down to their purest essence. Their light waves, their best selves.
A sister? What zigzags across her face is half-heartbreak, half-delight. And envy, for a lightning bolt's strike? Proof that there's a shadow even upon a sparkling expanse of white. He might never get his hand back at the rate she's holding it for dear life. ]
A gift. [ She bites her lips. He's not the last. She should, by all accounts, be overjoyed to hear that he'll have a familial companion soon. Blood of his blood.
...yet.
She is the last. Her mother only bore one child. ] You should cherish her. Your father left a piece of his starseed behind.
[ Bitterest of sweets. Did his father love his mother? Once more, she wonders what it's like to know a father, to see your parents in love. ]
What were they like together? [ Poor training, indeed. No royal advisors ever coached her that a question cannot answer another question. In Serenity's eyes, however, this provides the only route that's logical to take.
Show me yourself. That will bind the knot. Turn 'round to me, I want to see the face of the boy in the desert. ] Your parents.
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putting a new spin on kralizec with the Cauldron 😭😭😭
[ A simple blink. His mind fills with the image of a woman his age. Hints of bronze hair out from underneath the stilsuit she wears. Eyes round like his mothers. A gaze like hers--older than she should be. Aware of things she shouldn't know regardless of her age.
[ I may not be able to fix things before your coming, sister. Shouldn't you go back to the stars where father ?
ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. A voice responds from the edges of his mind. ]
My father was the epitome of good heart amongst politicians. Loyal. Noble. He would fight at the level his men would... I can only imagine that is what also turned my mother to him away from her order. [ Paul pauses then. ] They were very much in love. She agreed to be the status of concubine so he might marry should politics arise. She gave him a son as he wanted... when it apparently was not what her order wished. My mother has always controlled her emotions, as she had been trained to do.
Then she loved him more than she could ever say. [ She nods, certainty settling upon her conclusion. More than words could say, at the end of their union. ] And she didn't have to be his wife to know where she stood?
[ If, Serenity deliberates, Duke Leto had been a man of the make Paul describes — and he must've been, for her mother to entrust him with the heirloom of her existence — then...devotion to him would come easy. For his men and his wife.
Serenity can't call the Lady Jessica a 'concubine,' in spite of the label's accuracy, although she's only thinking and not speaking aloud. It doesn't feel right. She'd been his wife.
He loved her. She loved him. The most sacred of vows had been made, moonlight or no, legal or otherwise.
...hmm.
At long last, his hand drops. Her gaze traces up toward the sky again. ]
Thank you for telling me their story. [ The first link in the chain. ] What must that be like, I wonder — to love a person to their...?
[ Her nose wrinkles. She wants to repeat 'starseed,' though she draws a blank at what most other worlds term them. ]
Their [ Forgetting herself in her frustration, Serenity points to his chest with a squiggling motion. ] real-thems, inside.
No. She was fully aware of the politics at play. If he had married her then it would have closed any potential doors to alliances with other Great Houses. Or, they would have waited until I was born. [ The birth of a son had more implications than only what the Bene Gesserits had in mind. A daughter would mean power loss for our House. ] My father loved her dearly... but people like us don't have the liberty to marry simply for love.
[ He wonders if his sister is to be a pawn of the Bene Gesserits. If he has a say in it -- as Duke -- he would not let them near her. He would not have her live through the Gol Jabbar or be a piece to navigate through the whims of another. They will make their own decisions.
"Because you are Jessica's son. You have more than one birthright, boy."
Can I truly pick one over the other? ]
To love a person to their core? The deepest part of them? [ A huff of a smile comes to his face. ] I can't say I know from first hand experience.
[ Only that he is the result of such a bond. That he hopes his sister is the result of it and not an attempt from his mother to smooth relations with the Sisterhood.
Paul pulls his hand back. Both now hang from his knees as he looks skyward once more. He has often wondered if they could ever see Caladan from Arrakis. Of course, they cannot, as his homeworld is very far from this centerhole of the Imperium. ]
[ Core. Not the word she was searching for, apparently, given how she works at her bottom lip, albeit one that works in a pinch. As his eyes converge on their shared sky, she steals a second or so to investigate the slope of his face's contour.
When she's done so, she she breathes out: ]
You don't think you will.
[ A murmur of sand across the dunes. She might've not said it at all.
Her ankles lock under her as she sits cross-legged, elbows at her thighs. The dress she'd worn for travel may not finish her journey. ]
I used to daydream about being a wife, someday.
[ His wife, technically; equally as fair, of course, would be how that's not a fair thing to claim. She hadn't known him then. In hid place, there stood a placeholder of a man to represent every Man she could have given her heart to.
Looking back, the abstract notion doesn't fit her anymore. ]
[ Does he? Or, does the concept not seem to matter to him anymore? He had thought that the woman in his dreams--Chani--would have been the sort of person that Serenity describes. Instead it seems he can do nothing right or of caliber because he is an offworlder. A low hum comes from him.
Maybe it's better if no one follows my path. ]
It may not be on my path.
[ He gives a small smile. ] I imagine you would make a good wife for the one your dreams show you. Even if circumstances around it may change or may be hidden.
[ The spice may open her mind to more dreams. No one is ready for what the spice can do to you if you're from offworld. ]
[ Serenity has been lonely before. While she has her guardians, yes, and they provide comfort and friendship she'll miss now that she's on Arrakis, a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach has always told her that...
...she can't say what it's told her. So far, she's been unable to pin down the nature of this gap between her and those she cares for.
Her and most she's met.
She sits back, neck craned now so that she's staring straight upward. ]
I hope it is. [ If she pretends, one of the moons could be hers. ] If it crosses your path, you should let it in. I wish you could promise me that.
[ Still, she won't ask that of him.
She pulls her limbs in, curls up tight. The pinkie finger of her left hand draws circles on her right knee through the fabric of her dress. ]
Maybe it'll be like my dream. He won't look behind, and I won't get the chance.
[ A touch pessimistic; see what happens when she's left to dwell inside her thoughts? One wiggle of her hips later, she tucks her chin at her knees. ]
But...he could be here on Arrakis, somewhere.
[ Her mother may have very well perceived the inevitable snag in the plans, deciding to send her anyway for a multitude of endpoints. ]
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:') :') :') i can't wait for them to adapt CoD and everyone cry
It would be more if it let's me in. [ Me and this terrible purpose that haunts me. ] And if another should even follow me in that way.
[ Billions dead. Starving. Suffering. Jihad--holy war. Crossing the Known Universe and devouring in its wake.
He couldn't let another suffer on his path for just him. If the path ends up being no other way. He will fight with everything against it, and yet, something tells him he can't escape it. A time will come where he must chose and he will chose that path. Everything in him that is Atreides strikes against the idea.
An amused sound comes from him. There are implications beneath her words. He decides to test his deduction.]
You're not as subtle in your words as you might think, Serenity.
i'm already weeping (at least he gets to do somewhat normal teen stuff in this thread)
[ Now both hands cup her knees as she stares at him from where she's lurched backward a degree, looking all the world like some dessert animal with enormous eyes. ]
What do you mean? [ Blink. Blink. She blushes under his scrutiny, though perhaps not for the reason he'd settle upon. Not a shred of subtlety in this one, that much is true. Yet she'd not intended to be crafty. ] I'm speaking honestly.
[ In defiance of etiquette training, she openly 'ha-rumphs' at him; her bangs flutter as the expels the air, her lower lip coaxed to a more obvious pout. ]
You ought not tease a purehearted maiden, Paul Atreides!
[ Paul regards her for a moment. Either his conclusion was incorrect, or, she truly has yet to realize the implications of her statement. A huff of a laugh leaves him with a wide smile. A shake of his head. ]
I misunderstood, sorry. [ Although, he is certain he was correct. She simply is naive in many ways. Ways that will certainly lead to her death on Arrakis unless she matures quickly. ] Unless you believe your dreams to lead you to a Fremen? You may need to wait some time to see if he is here. The only Imperials besides us are the Harkonnens.
[ He stands then. Hands hang at his side as he looks once more over the dunes. Blue eyes with no whites seem to almost glow in the fading light. ] I imagine you'd wish to meet my mother, but she has gone south. I can send word of your arrival to her.
[ Lead her to a Fremen, she means. Granted, the only one she’s met thus far is Stilgar, though he seems-
Indescribable.
What if she is to fall for a Fremen warrior? What would that be like? On the trip from the safe house she’d been kept in until it was prudent to travel, she’d heard more than one spacefarer slander them as ‘demons.’
Another downwise cast of her eyes, her knuckles skimming her cheek as she speculates if any living person could be a demon in their entirety.
Even demons are loved by someone.
She hides her hands within the billows of her skirt. ]
We had wanted to meet her before- [ She drifts off before she rallies back. ] But I wouldn’t want to be any trouble.
I wouldn't take you as someone who would adapt well to the life of a Fremen wife. [ A slight tease is in his voice. ] You wouldn't have to leave the titles and grandure behind. It's a hard life. Harsh. Demanding.
[ A shake of his head. ] You wouldn't be the trouble, Serenity. She would.
[ Blue-in-blue eyes look towards the two moons once more. ] She's safer in the south while I fight here in the north.
[ If Paul pays attention, he'll hear a noise akin to a little laugh before it's stifled into the mound of her shoulder. Is he the one being teased in return? Maybe, just perhaps, she finds that line of reasoning a bit...
...naive?
What a pair they make, experts in their fields. ]
Well, if we both loved each other, none of that would matter. I'd leave it without thinking.
[ Her head's not left the ground without a chance of retrieval, note, as she adds: ]
Except I have a duty to my guardians, too. And they've put aside love...
[ Mostly. Her trailing off hints at complex court "politics." ]
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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?
:') 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. ]
just have to wait and see, but it'll be devastating in the best way.
He looks like Arakkis, too.
This closeness. The rise and fall of his voice, desert nighttime. Why does she crave it?
The same reason, she suppose, that she defends him against his own onslaught. ]
No, never nightmares. Those visions [ His term supplants hers. ] only leave... [ Mmmm. The exact description escapes her, which drives her to: ] regrets that I could never, ever reach the boy.
[ Reach you?
Halfheartedly, she traces with her eyes the last corona of sunlight that hugs his outline. This star adores him.
Her opposite arm pivots so that she can envelope his grasp with both hands. ]
Back on the moon, we'd regard this sort of light as holy. [ A smile eases into her lips in an earnest that'd felt foreign moments ago. ] We'd also make decrees in its glow. [ A cant of her head. Her forehead could bump some part of him. ] Vows.
THANKFULLY.... he would explain things
Paul wouldn't be certain Arrakis--if a planet had the same capabilities of a human--would adore him. Not with what he is capable of becoming. ]
What vows? [ His question is soft as to not disrupt her in the trance, vision, whatever has grasped her mind.
It isn't the spice.
The light reflecting off the moons must have somehow caused the phenomenon to sweep her away. His gaze only breaks away for the briefest of moments to note how close she has become.
Her dreams would turn to nightmares the more she is exposed to him. Hopefully he is not the one she has seen. He would hope a kinder fate for her than the man he has seen himself potentially become. The man the universe seems to hold its breath for in wait he awakes. ]
no subject
Of course, there exists the other, wilder option: she's under no trance. The moon's not tapped into spellwork. She alone skims the wavelength of universal harmonics, though she'd never use that phrase. She's not a vessel.
She Is.
A squeeze of his hands. ]
Oh, all manners of vows. Promises to see each other after long journeys, romantic confessions, secrets from one person to another. [ Has she made any of these?
In what would be a surprise to many who've met her, she doesn't volunteer. Instead: ]
And I do want to make a decree. [ Her hair flanks either side of them now, her knees creating new gouges in the sand's surface as she eases up on them to be at a better vantage point. ] We're the last. Both of us, so...
[ Up goes their grasped hands, if he doesn't fight. ]
No matter what happens, we should try and strengthen the friendship between our houses.
[ She's not asking the Duke nor Muad'dib. She seeks out Paul, with no expectations of politics or favors or protection. ]
no subject
You will need to learn the courts and systems of the Imperium for that strong of a vow. [ A pause. ] My mother is pregnant with my sister. I wouldn't say I'm the last Atreides.
[ Simply because he wishes her to be truly informed before she makes such a lofty vow. Especially in a manner that seems sacred to her own people. Paul can see the Bene Gesserits have not manipulated or planted their seeds in her culture and people. That doesn't mean that he can't see the patterns of deep faith that humanity has in any form.
Patterns in humanity. History. It is what led to the Butlatian Jihad ten thousand years ago.
No resistence is found in how she guides their hands.
Does a difference exist between Paul Atreides, the Duke of the House, and Maud'dib? ]
What would be your suggestion to begin strengthening the tie between our houses?
look, okay, i realize that 'starseed' sounds sketch as hell in this context but it's a canon term :|
A sister? What zigzags across her face is half-heartbreak, half-delight. And envy, for a lightning bolt's strike? Proof that there's a shadow even upon a sparkling expanse of white. He might never get his hand back at the rate she's holding it for dear life. ]
A gift. [ She bites her lips. He's not the last. She should, by all accounts, be overjoyed to hear that he'll have a familial companion soon. Blood of his blood.
...yet.
She is the last. Her mother only bore one child. ] You should cherish her. Your father left a piece of his starseed behind.
[ Bitterest of sweets. Did his father love his mother? Once more, she wonders what it's like to know a father, to see your parents in love. ]
What were they like together? [ Poor training, indeed. No royal advisors ever coached her that a question cannot answer another question. In Serenity's eyes, however, this provides the only route that's logical to take.
Show me yourself. That will bind the knot. Turn 'round to me, I want to see the face of the boy in the desert. ] Your parents.
putting a new spin on kralizec with the Cauldron 😭😭😭
She smiles at him. Adoration.
ᴘᴀᴜʟ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴄᴀɴ. ]
I hope she is a gift.
[ I may not be able to fix things before your coming, sister. Shouldn't you go back to the stars where father ?
ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. A voice responds from the edges of his mind. ]
My father was the epitome of good heart amongst politicians. Loyal. Noble. He would fight at the level his men would... I can only imagine that is what also turned my mother to him away from her order. [ Paul pauses then. ] They were very much in love. She agreed to be the status of concubine so he might marry should politics arise. She gave him a son as he wanted... when it apparently was not what her order wished. My mother has always controlled her emotions, as she had been trained to do.
She wept the night my father was killed.
either way, it's depressing!
[ If, Serenity deliberates, Duke Leto had been a man of the make Paul describes — and he must've been, for her mother to entrust him with the heirloom of her existence — then...devotion to him would come easy. For his men and his wife.
Serenity can't call the Lady Jessica a 'concubine,' in spite of the label's accuracy, although she's only thinking and not speaking aloud. It doesn't feel right. She'd been his wife.
He loved her. She loved him. The most sacred of vows had been made, moonlight or no, legal or otherwise.
...hmm.
At long last, his hand drops. Her gaze traces up toward the sky again. ]
Thank you for telling me their story. [ The first link in the chain. ] What must that be like, I wonder — to love a person to their...?
[ Her nose wrinkles. She wants to repeat 'starseed,' though she draws a blank at what most other worlds term them. ]
Their [ Forgetting herself in her frustration, Serenity points to his chest with a squiggling motion. ] real-thems, inside.
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[ He wonders if his sister is to be a pawn of the Bene Gesserits. If he has a say in it -- as Duke -- he would not let them near her. He would not have her live through the Gol Jabbar or be a piece to navigate through the whims of another. They will make their own decisions.
"Because you are Jessica's son. You have more than one birthright, boy."
Can I truly pick one over the other? ]
To love a person to their core? The deepest part of them? [ A huff of a smile comes to his face. ] I can't say I know from first hand experience.
[ Only that he is the result of such a bond. That he hopes his sister is the result of it and not an attempt from his mother to smooth relations with the Sisterhood.
Paul pulls his hand back. Both now hang from his knees as he looks skyward once more. He has often wondered if they could ever see Caladan from Arrakis. Of course, they cannot, as his homeworld is very far from this centerhole of the Imperium. ]
Maybe you will one day.
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When she's done so, she she breathes out: ]
You don't think you will.
[ A murmur of sand across the dunes. She might've not said it at all.
Her ankles lock under her as she sits cross-legged, elbows at her thighs. The dress she'd worn for travel may not finish her journey. ]
I used to daydream about being a wife, someday.
[ His wife, technically; equally as fair, of course, would be how that's not a fair thing to claim. She hadn't known him then. In hid place, there stood a placeholder of a man to represent every Man she could have given her heart to.
Looking back, the abstract notion doesn't fit her anymore. ]
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Maybe it's better if no one follows my path. ]
It may not be on my path.
[ He gives a small smile. ] I imagine you would make a good wife for the one your dreams show you. Even if circumstances around it may change or may be hidden.
[ The spice may open her mind to more dreams. No one is ready for what the spice can do to you if you're from offworld. ]
PAUL i'm crying, i just want him to be happy.
...she can't say what it's told her. So far, she's been unable to pin down the nature of this gap between her and those she cares for.
Her and most she's met.
She sits back, neck craned now so that she's staring straight upward. ]
I hope it is. [ If she pretends, one of the moons could be hers. ] If it crosses your path, you should let it in. I wish you could promise me that.
[ Still, she won't ask that of him.
She pulls her limbs in, curls up tight. The pinkie finger of her left hand draws circles on her right knee through the fabric of her dress. ]
Maybe it'll be like my dream. He won't look behind, and I won't get the chance.
[ A touch pessimistic; see what happens when she's left to dwell inside her thoughts? One wiggle of her hips later, she tucks her chin at her knees. ]
But...he could be here on Arrakis, somewhere.
[ Her mother may have very well perceived the inevitable snag in the plans, deciding to send her anyway for a multitude of endpoints. ]
:') :') :') i can't wait for them to adapt CoD and everyone cry
[ Billions dead. Starving. Suffering. Jihad--holy war. Crossing the Known Universe and devouring in its wake.
He couldn't let another suffer on his path for just him. If the path ends up being no other way. He will fight with everything against it, and yet, something tells him he can't escape it. A time will come where he must chose and he will chose that path. Everything in him that is Atreides strikes against the idea.
An amused sound comes from him. There are implications beneath her words. He decides to test his deduction.]
You're not as subtle in your words as you might think, Serenity.
i'm already weeping (at least he gets to do somewhat normal teen stuff in this thread)
What do you mean? [ Blink. Blink. She blushes under his scrutiny, though perhaps not for the reason he'd settle upon. Not a shred of subtlety in this one, that much is true. Yet she'd not intended to be crafty. ] I'm speaking honestly.
[ In defiance of etiquette training, she openly 'ha-rumphs' at him; her bangs flutter as the expels the air, her lower lip coaxed to a more obvious pout. ]
You ought not tease a purehearted maiden, Paul Atreides!
blind timothee is gonna SEND ME TO A GRAVE
I misunderstood, sorry. [ Although, he is certain he was correct. She simply is naive in many ways. Ways that will certainly lead to her death on Arrakis unless she matures quickly. ] Unless you believe your dreams to lead you to a Fremen? You may need to wait some time to see if he is here. The only Imperials besides us are the Harkonnens.
[ He stands then. Hands hang at his side as he looks once more over the dunes. Blue eyes with no whites seem to almost glow in the fading light. ] I imagine you'd wish to meet my mother, but she has gone south. I can send word of your arrival to her.
no subject
[ Lead her to a Fremen, she means. Granted, the only one she’s met thus far is Stilgar, though he seems-
Indescribable.
What if she is to fall for a Fremen warrior? What would that be like? On the trip from the safe house she’d been kept in until it was prudent to travel, she’d heard more than one spacefarer slander them as ‘demons.’
Another downwise cast of her eyes, her knuckles skimming her cheek as she speculates if any living person could be a demon in their entirety.
Even demons are loved by someone.
She hides her hands within the billows of her skirt. ]
We had wanted to meet her before- [ She drifts off before she rallies back. ] But I wouldn’t want to be any trouble.
no subject
[ A shake of his head. ] You wouldn't be the trouble, Serenity. She would.
[ Blue-in-blue eyes look towards the two moons once more. ] She's safer in the south while I fight here in the north.
no subject
...naive?
What a pair they make, experts in their fields. ]
Well, if we both loved each other, none of that would matter. I'd leave it without thinking.
[ Her head's not left the ground without a chance of retrieval, note, as she adds: ]
Except I have a duty to my guardians, too. And they've put aside love...
[ Mostly. Her trailing off hints at complex court "politics." ]