[ She watches him closely, looking to see how he moves and how his expressions may change, or not. She has always been good at studying people, and that skill has proven useful more than once. The way his eyes narrow in the corners confuses her, but it also brings to mind a memory... a memory of a younger man, looking at her with a smile and the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, just as they are now. Is it really...?
She had her suspicions the moment he walked through the door, but they were drowned out slightly by the fear that she was about to meet her end. ]
Can you blame me for being suspecting? I have been under their thumb, doing what I could to play the part and go along with what I was told, or else I would not be standing here now.
[ And I do not wish to be under anyone's thumb again.
She sees where his gaze travels, and she can all but see the decision in his mind, reluctantly resigning himself to a fight. It has to be him. It is him, I am sure of it. He never did like the idea of fighting. Training, but fighting?
She shakes her head once as if to answer her own internal thoughts. Still, she watched Muad'Dib- Paul. All of his movements are so familiar as if there has been no time at all lost between them. The stance, the ease with which he falls into it, how he moves when he makes his strike...
His knife presses against hers, and she can feel the shoddy work of the Harkonnen knife protest against the superior crysknife. Still, even as the force of his knife presses down against hers, she pushes back, leaning in to add her weight to it, but not expending all of her strength in the process. This was how they trained, after all: tactical movements, tactical thoughts, learning to read each other's movements.
He presses further and she feels herself slide back an inch against the sandy ground, but she does not stop pressing back. Again he barks out a command, and again she sees the younger man she trained with. The wrappings that obscure his face seem to fall away in her eyes and she knows (maybe she's always known) that this is Paul Atreides. ]
You think I will surrender simply because you order me to?
[ Now it's her turn for her eyes to crinkle in amusement, and the corners of her mouth turn up into the barest hint of a smile. Perhaps he will remember a time when she said something similar to him during one of their early training sessions together. ]
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She had her suspicions the moment he walked through the door, but they were drowned out slightly by the fear that she was about to meet her end. ]
Can you blame me for being suspecting? I have been under their thumb, doing what I could to play the part and go along with what I was told, or else I would not be standing here now.
[ And I do not wish to be under anyone's thumb again.
She sees where his gaze travels, and she can all but see the decision in his mind, reluctantly resigning himself to a fight. It has to be him. It is him, I am sure of it. He never did like the idea of fighting. Training, but fighting?
She shakes her head once as if to answer her own internal thoughts. Still, she watched Muad'Dib- Paul. All of his movements are so familiar as if there has been no time at all lost between them. The stance, the ease with which he falls into it, how he moves when he makes his strike...
His knife presses against hers, and she can feel the shoddy work of the Harkonnen knife protest against the superior crysknife. Still, even as the force of his knife presses down against hers, she pushes back, leaning in to add her weight to it, but not expending all of her strength in the process. This was how they trained, after all: tactical movements, tactical thoughts, learning to read each other's movements.
He presses further and she feels herself slide back an inch against the sandy ground, but she does not stop pressing back. Again he barks out a command, and again she sees the younger man she trained with. The wrappings that obscure his face seem to fall away in her eyes and she knows (maybe she's always known) that this is Paul Atreides. ]
You think I will surrender simply because you order me to?
[ Now it's her turn for her eyes to crinkle in amusement, and the corners of her mouth turn up into the barest hint of a smile. Perhaps he will remember a time when she said something similar to him during one of their early training sessions together. ]