( slams into aggressively. we're going with One+Two+Eight+Nine! Fremen!Rey, gimmie. )
[ Paul steps from the seitch. It, quite honestly, is most likely a terrible idea. The morning sun has started to rise and that means the desert will be at its hottest soon. However, he's known not to be in his full coherent thoughts once he wakes. The dreams are too realistic and too vivid with the open spice in the air in the deep desert of Arrakis.
He stares up at the dawning sky as he twitches his fingers. War, bloodshed. Done in his father's name... or the Atreides name? Why? Why is he like this? Do others trained in Bene Gesserit ways have such things? His mother certainly doesn't... ]
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[ Paul steps from the seitch. It, quite honestly, is most likely a terrible idea. The morning sun has started to rise and that means the desert will be at its hottest soon. However, he's known not to be in his full coherent thoughts once he wakes. The dreams are too realistic and too vivid with the open spice in the air in the deep desert of Arrakis.
He stares up at the dawning sky as he twitches his fingers. War, bloodshed. Done in his father's name... or the Atreides name? Why? Why is he like this? Do others trained in Bene Gesserit ways have such things? His mother certainly doesn't... ]