being sent to Abax with his sister... oh boy - canon is Dune

[lessons]

How sentimental you are.

An observation, not judgement passed. At the very least it would seem as though you make an effort to understand my feelings on this subject, otherwise we would not be having this conversation. You know that I cannot allow for temptation to lure me astray. No matter the form it takes. No matter your misguided sympathy. However, in this case I believe that you are in possession of more concerns than even I! And it will be through your fragile spyglass that I must peer in order to participate in this new world.

So, little window, I will shift the balance so that we may avoid your shattering under my pressure. If you're seeking for my blessing, then I'm afraid that your search will end in vain. But... I will not disallow this plan of yours. Take that as you will.

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[besidethepath]

[ There's a hint of sadness in her smile, but she knows the way it has to be. She's accepted it. A hand comes up to brush his hair, reassurance in her eyes. Even the God Emperor needs that. ] Then let's be desert creatures a bit longer, stuck in our stubborn ways. While time slows, we can follow in suit.

[ There's a little smirk, a bit teasing. ] I know subtly. But knowing and choosing are two different beasts. [ B( Then how about a knife in its face ]

[lessons]

[Leto leans into the touch without any hesitation, closing his eyes - his sign of agreement.

He opens them again to her smirk, raising an eyebrow.] Bene Gesserit are strangely prudish. [Someone meta-knows that he's been the butt of jokes about certain conversations.

Oh yes, a knife in the face is very subtle.]

[besidethepath]

[ A smile cracks across her lips, all signs of sadness washes away, the hand in his hair moving to give a teasing poke and the still-squishy, not-wormskin side of him. ] Perhaps if some coy deviant didn't provoke them they wouldn't see need to act in inverse.

[ She knows you and your ways too well, bb. ]

[lessons]

[Who else would so easily touch his skin, wormskin or not. He smiles and grabs her fingers to hold in his own hand.] They make it too easy. I must work on my self control.

[Like he doesn't have more self control than anyone else that ever lived.]

[besidethepath]

[ There's warmth in her eyes and the hinting of amusement in her tone, twining her fingers with his and she scoots up to his side, another hand going to smooth over his forearm - comfortable, easy.

She chants back in a cheeky kind of tone, repeating her own defense of faults from earlier. ] Knowing self control and choosing it are two very different beasts.

[ Her brother could go centuries of blank, lifeless silence if he wanted, she knows that. She's glad he doesn't. Let the Bene Gesserit be prudish. ]