( they're complimented by the unavoidable truth of a holy war paul has initiated. banners flying, fires raging. the padishah emperor, the muad'dib. he was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, truthless, less than a god, more than a man.
everything he's ever tried to keep from her — there, waiting, a thorn she can never quite fish from her skin. the same paul who laid her down in bed and promised her children in between soft, giggling kisses, ordering the slaughter of thousands in payment for the death of his father, for the suffering of fremen. to think about alina seeing that part of him — nausea cramps his stomach. he's going to have to beat all this softness out of himself, eventually. the reverend mothers seem to think so. )
the suns soak into you like water filling a basin. you illumine every part of me. i protect every part of you. it's selfish.
no subject
they're wonderful. perfect.
( they're complimented by the unavoidable truth of a holy war paul has initiated. banners flying, fires raging. the padishah emperor, the muad'dib. he was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, truthless, less than a god, more than a man.
everything he's ever tried to keep from her — there, waiting, a thorn she can never quite fish from her skin. the same paul who laid her down in bed and promised her children in between soft, giggling kisses, ordering the slaughter of thousands in payment for the death of his father, for the suffering of fremen. to think about alina seeing that part of him — nausea cramps his stomach. he's going to have to beat all this softness out of himself, eventually. the reverend mothers seem to think so. )
the suns soak into you like water filling a basin.
you illumine every part of me. i protect every part of you.
it's selfish.