he's heard these words before. he remembers them suddenly, with the tangent grief of forgetting a dreaming memory that felt indescribably important at the time. he remembers the strength of it only now that he's been reminded, and it makes the space between each devouring dream seem almost dull, lifeless by comparison. like calls to like. despite the written word, he can hear it in alina's voice, between her shyly grinning mouth, hair sandswept across her face. so. maybe he won't see her on arrakis, if that particular dream is coming true here — maybe he's just incapable of taking his dreams out of the sand, like it's some sort of metaphor, not just arrakis. if that's the case, then he's been worrying over nothing. )
you're quite romantic, you know. i feel the same way.
( that alina balances him. that, probably, if there's anyone out there to understand him other than alia or jessica, it's probably alina — and that, in its own way, makes her family. of course, he has no real reason to believe this. as far as he knows alina is some public official who is constantly being proposed to by a literal king because because she's equal parts beautiful and significant, though he couldn't say why. only that his dreams detail the necessary path forward, and that if the path doesn't include alina, he's dragging her into it anyway.
which is, as stated, selfish. )
being tied to you is not a terrible fate. not to me. i assumed you would feel differently. that my dreams would be ( presumptive? unrequited? too much, too soon, too intense? )
well, they're not normal. i figured that would frighten you more than it would make you happy — that i'm strange and that i've dreamed of you.
( that i'm a freak, he typed, before deleting it. it's hard to make bold claims like that when he doesn't know what alina is — not a freak, in any case, which is reserved solely for him. )
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he's heard these words before. he remembers them suddenly, with the tangent grief of forgetting a dreaming memory that felt indescribably important at the time. he remembers the strength of it only now that he's been reminded, and it makes the space between each devouring dream seem almost dull, lifeless by comparison. like calls to like. despite the written word, he can hear it in alina's voice, between her shyly grinning mouth, hair sandswept across her face. so. maybe he won't see her on arrakis, if that particular dream is coming true here — maybe he's just incapable of taking his dreams out of the sand, like it's some sort of metaphor, not just arrakis. if that's the case, then he's been worrying over nothing. )
you're quite romantic, you know.
i feel the same way.
( that alina balances him. that, probably, if there's anyone out there to understand him other than alia or jessica, it's probably alina — and that, in its own way, makes her family. of course, he has no real reason to believe this. as far as he knows alina is some public official who is constantly being proposed to by a literal king because because she's equal parts beautiful and significant, though he couldn't say why. only that his dreams detail the necessary path forward, and that if the path doesn't include alina, he's dragging her into it anyway.
which is, as stated, selfish. )
being tied to you is not a terrible fate. not to me.
i assumed you would feel differently. that my dreams would be ( presumptive? unrequited? too much, too soon, too intense? )
well, they're not normal. i figured that would frighten you more than it would make you happy — that i'm strange and that i've dreamed of you.
( that i'm a freak, he typed, before deleting it. it's hard to make bold claims like that when he doesn't know what alina is — not a freak, in any case, which is reserved solely for him. )