( i hope you always stay happy with me. true as it is, saying so feels like looking down the barrel of a loaded rifle, more ammunition for her self-doubt sitting in the chamber. hastily, she backspaces until her worst fear isn't anxiously blinking back at her on the screen, like — she's counting down the days until paul's happiness runs dry, his well of patience dries up, his fondness for her in drought. like she's desperate to cultivate his happiness, solely responsible for nurturing it, in case he sees greener pastures without alina starkov in his life. a self-fulfilling prophecy, at its worst. )
Hm. I sense favoritism at work. 🐭❤️🐁
( it isn't quite i don't believe you or you're wrong. a softer version of those, maybe, a resignation that says maybe being special to you is enough. )
Oh no. :( You mean to tell me you're distracted away from your poor, abused books? That doesn't sound very scholarly. What do Paul Muad'Dib Atreides' daydreams look like? I didn't know you still had many. Well. Many that feature me, anyway. Not when you already have me.
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Hm. I sense favoritism at work.
🐭❤️🐁
( it isn't quite i don't believe you or you're wrong. a softer version of those, maybe, a resignation that says maybe being special to you is enough. )
Oh no. :( You mean to tell me you're distracted away from your poor, abused books? That doesn't sound very scholarly.
What do Paul Muad'Dib Atreides' daydreams look like? I didn't know you still had many.
Well. Many that feature me, anyway. Not when you already have me.